Old Writing Series: Part 19::The Cheshire Cat

We must have been assigned to make a picture out of words. Yeah, not a poet…

The Cheshire Cat


I speak to my Cheshire cat,
In a tone that pleases him.
If he smiles ’til the clock strikes nine
I feed him liver which is fine.

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Old Writing: Part 18::Miss Woiwode!

This is from 6th grade. Miss Woiwode was our student teacher. I’ve written about her famous brother before.

Miss Woiwode!

I was thinking as I walked to school at 11:45 that it probably would rain today. It did. I was waiting for Eugenia inside the school building. Here she came up the walk. I ran out to meet her. I yelled, “Eugenia dumb dumb!” So Miss Woiwode had changed her mind. Eugenia and I were supposed to to to the lunchroom but Eugenia kept on saying, “I don’t know a living soul in here.” So Eugenia and I weren’t in the rain at all.

That made very little sense to me. I must have left something out!

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Old Writing: Part 17::Picking Countries

This was written when I was in 6th grade. I am thinking we were studying how to write newspaper articles.

Picking Countries

“Wednesday, February 5th was the day for picking countries in social studies,” said Mrs. Anderson, sixth-grade teacher at Highland School. “The boys and girls will each give a report on a country in Europe and tell about their country, the climate, geography, costumes, and people. Each report will take place when they come along int he social studies book,” continued Mrs. Anderson, “The purpose of the reports is for the children to get accounted to the countries for upper grades.

Some children wanted the same countries, so Mrs. Anderson let one have the northern half and the other have the southern half.

 

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Old Writing: Part 16::Two Cinquains

This paper has no date but it does have directions for how to write a cinquain:

  1. One word title (names the topic)
  2. Two words describing the title (defines or describes)
  3. Three words describing actions (expresses action)
  4. Four words expressing feelings (expressions of personal attitude)
  5. Another word for the title (synonym for topic)

I wrote two but didn’t finish the first:

Butterflies
Pretty insect
Softly flying landing
Enchanting

Summertime
Lively time
Playing, working, having fun
Wonderful, delightful
Warm

Yeah, I’m pretty much a failure at cinquains.

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Old Writing: Part 15::A Mirror on my Dresser

This has no date but it does have an illustration. While there was some creative license taken, the bit about talking to my reflection is true, but that was a different mirror.

A Mirror on my Dresser

The old mirror on my dresser is a shadowbox. I talk to my reflection whenever I am alone in the house. Sometimes my reflection and I get upset with one another because we are always trying to say the same things at the same time. We gave up saying “jinks, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten you owe me a bottle of pop” whenever we say the same thing because, as I told you earlier, we always say the same thing at the same time and we always end up leaving angry as we owe each other 22,500 bottles of pop so far.

The mirror itself does not talk too much, except to the wall when the wall complains about the mirror being too heavy, or it talks to the dresser, warning it to watch out below because it feels its screws getting loose. Sometimes it gossips to the floor or the door about things happening around the room, as it can’t see or hear farther than the door.

There are shelves on the mirror and I have nicknacks all over it. Here is a picture of it:

Here is a real picture of part of it:

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Old Writing: Part 14::Inflatable Additions (to houses)

Written on March 25, 1969. We must have been studying writing advertisements.

Inflatable Additions (to houses)

You will never be sorry when you buy our new inflatable additions. You need no city builder’s permit and you will have no messy back or front yard. All you do is run down to your favorite department store and start blowing!

I knew about building permits because my dad had run into some trouble because he’d either failed to obtain one or else whatever he was doing on the house was not up to code.

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Old Writing: Part 13::A Poem

This has no date but is written on a mimeographed worksheet which discusses the poem, Against Idleness and Mischief by Isaac Watts.

Apparently, we were to create a poem like it making substitutions for some of the words (bolded) in the original poem.

How doth the little busy bee
Improve each shining hour,
And gather honey all the day
From every opening flower!

How skilfully she builds her cell!
How neat she spreads the wax!
And labors hard to store it well
With the sweet food she makes.

I only wrote one stanza and did not quite follow the directions…

How doth the little termite
Improve his appetite,
By eating wood and nothing else
Oh, that fussy termite!

 

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Old Writing: Part 12::What I’ll be Someday

This was written on October 4, 1966. Three years later I will write another paper about my future.

What I’ll be Someday

I want to be a nurse and I want to be a teacher too because I like school. If I were to babysit for my brother I might like it and on the other hand, I might not like it.

I can name a few of the things I want to be, like a nurse, teacher, nursery teacher, Sunday school teacher or an animal hospital nurse because I love animals.

I hope I get married and have a dog, cat and a few hamsters.

The teacher writes “what about children??” after the last sentence.

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Old Writing: Part 11::My Parents

This was written November 1966. Probably 4th grade.

My Parents

I love my parents very much. I need them very much because if I did not have them I cold not tell them my troubles.

My dad is a mechanic. He is the only speedometer man in Elgin and my mom is a housewife. They both love me and I love me and I love them.

For my birthday once I got to go and see a movie called “Jack the Giant Killer” and then I got a kitten for my birthday. And I got a radio and alarm clock. But before my brother was born I got to do more things than now. I love my mom and dad. They spank me sometimes but I love them very much. They kiss me every day when I go to bed or when I get up in the morning or when I go somewhere and when I eat a good meal.

No comment on this one…

 

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Old Writing: Part 10::Untitled

I wrote this October 1966. I am not sure what grade I was in. Probably fourth.

I am a ten-year-old girl. My name is Dona Patrick. I live at 240 Heine Street, Elgin, Illinois. My brother’s name is Kevin. He is three years old. My mother’s name is Pat, but I call her Mom. My father’s name is Al but I call him Dad. I don’t know if I am pretty, but my dad says so.

When I got my cat, it was 5 months old. When I got my dog, he was eight months old. I was ten when my cat was born. I was six or seven when my brother was born. My aunt was married and I was the junior bridesmaid. My mom was a bridesmaid. So was my aunt. The bride’s girlfriend was the maid-of-honor. My brother was the ring bearer. Now I have a new uncle and I might have a new cousin. I hope it’s a girl. But if it is a boy, it’s his business.

My aunt and uncle never had kids.

 

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