Category Archives: Treasures from the Archives
A Child’s Milestone
After a bit of a rough afternoon, with moodiness and cranky behavior making its imprint on an otherwise uneventful day, Chloe went from miserable to ecstatic in about five minutes flat after I allowed her to accompany her friend on a bike ride around the block by herself.
Bookmark Contest Ceremony
Chloe’s Piano Recital
Chloe’s First Book Review
The Twits by Roald Dahl
You might want to know some facts from the book The Twits. So here they are. In The Twits both Twits hate each other so much, they pull pranks on each other. Like this one: For dinner, Mrs. Twit made spaghetti. When Mr. Twit gets his spaghetti he said they were a bit squishy. Mrs. Twit just says it’s a different brand. Guess what it really was? I’ll give you 10 seconds. 1-2-3-10-gotcha! If you’re about to say worms, that’s correct. And you know who did it? None other than Mrs. Twit! The Twits is a very funny book. And that’s all I can say.
The author is Roald Dahl. I’m sure you’ve probably heard of him. If you ever do read this book, I hope you enjoy it.
The Bat and the Cat
9 AM
I Will Be Sleeping in for Mother’s Day
That is my present. The girls are sleeping over at my mom’s place tonight, and I will be sleeping late tomorrow. At least, that is my intention. I haven’t slept late in a really, really long time. Not sure if I’m still capable of doing it.
Bookmark Contest
Disney Hoax
Mom calls me yesterday. All excited. “You’ll never believe what I received in the mail today,” she started. She went on to describe a postcard depicting a photo of her taken at Disney World in 1974. She read the text of the card to me, which essentially thanked her for her recent visit and expressed the wish that she enjoy this old photo that Mickey found in his vaults.
Based on her description, I’m thinking that this is the coolest marketing ploy ever. Culling their archive of photos, which must number in the millions, to thank a recent guest for coming to visit the park again. It seemed a little odd that they were able ot match up her image with her name, but stranger things have happened, right?
When I arrive home, there’s an envelope waiting for me. Return address: “Mouse House. Kissimmee, FL.” I open it up and there are two postcards each with a photo of my brother and me and Winnie the Pooh. From 1974. Similar message. I look at the envelope again- the messages are handwritten, and it frankly seems odd. These photos are not professional by any stretch and they even look familiar.
I notice that the postmark is from a post office in Central Massachusetts. I grab the phone. Sophie, Chloe and my husband are laughing as I tell them the story of their gullible grandmother (and mom). “Mom – your brother-in-law – my uncle – sent these photos to us!” I exclaimed. “My god,” she replied. “Of course that’s it. But you know mine didn’t come in an envelope and there was no postmark.” Trying to rationalize. But there’s really no excuse. She was fooled for a good while (enough to convince me over the phone that what she had in her hands was legit and enough to have a conversation with her sister about the marvels of digitized libraries). Thanks for the laugh, Uncle A!!!!