Paper Spotted With Time

Sitting on my brown sofa in the early morning hours of the first Monday in 2019, I am sorting through keep sakes my Mother just handed  me from my childhood. So many memories. I can't believe she saved all this stuff.   A whole stack of kindergarten artwork.  Valentines from my 6th grade class. A letter I wrote home from my first Greyhound Bus trip to Tulsa, Oklahoma with my Granny in 1975. Things long forgotten come flooding back,  These bits of paper, yellowed and spotted with time are pieces of where I came from, a glimpse of  my developing personality, values and apparent lack of talent in freehand drawing and coloring within the lines. Still true!

The Kindergarten worksheets revealed I only wrote the first 4 letters of my name, with a backwards S.  No wonder Adriana Salinas had to save me the first day of First Grade as I was unsure which name printed on the desks was mine. I wrote about that humiliation in a previous blog. But now looking at what Mom saved for me I was never taught my whole first name in Kindergarten. This explains a lot. So no need at 57 to feel ashamed of my first day of first grade inadequacy. I never expected that revelation after all these years, what a relief. I can't wait to tell Mom and thank her for her organizational skills and thoughfulllness in storing my youth in boxes and envelopes for fifty years. Do the 'other Mothers' do this?

More memories to come. kisses

I found all my 6th grade buddies Valentines cards. We were a fun crew and stuck together. I wonder if they remember me?
Lynn Gourley, Veronica Smith, Melissa Hughes, and Kathy Thomas.

Kindergarten Art-my signature on spilled paint.