I remember how I was so excited, when I was little, about that smooth, shiny new paper and those pencils that smelled like freshly cut wood. It was exciting...
Silent Servants...
... of the Used, Abused, and Utterly Screwed Up.
A Secular Franciscan looks at the world...
with a more jaundiced eye than ever...
and lots of ellipses for you to fill in the missing text...
(with thanks to Thomas S. Klise for the title)
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Ooh and notebooks, and a fresh eraser all pink and clean...and a pencil sharpener and when I got to be a big kid a cartridge pen - never a ball point - and we were only supposed to get washable blue ink but some daring girls got peacock blue ink and I am sure my preference for black ink dates back to the imposed "washable blue" of grade three.
Oh! Those pink erasers. I couldn't wait to get pens so I could get the pink and blue erasers. And fountain pens! I'm old enough to have used one to learn penmanship (which, it appears in later life, I was either very bad at or it didn't stick!). Such sweet memories...
I don't remember much of my childhood and early youth. There's just bits and bobs that surface sometimes. This is one of them...
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