Postcards from Home, Part 1
The other day I was going through some overstuffed drawers of mine–that is, getting rid of all the crap–and I found a journal-type thing from my two one-week stays at the Girl Scout Camp Lakota. My journal entries were kind of, um…half-assed and stupid, but the postcards my parents pre-wrote that were given to me throughout those weeks are very amusing. Therefore, I will reproduce the text here. The signatures are omitted.
Monday
[front shows some weird modern art type thing with heads...and hands...and a parrot...and some guy with a top hat]
“Constance,
We hope this note finds you in great comfort. Please read it with an accent.
‘IT’”
Tuesday
I’m going to skip this one because it was less amusing than the others.
Wednesday
[front shows an Edward Gorey (probably) drawing of someone, possibly a nun (?), sitting on a pole somewhere in the ocean or a bay or something wet]
Front of postcard:
“I’m sending you this card today
Because I’ve nothing else to say.”
Back of postcard:
“Dear Constance,
I’m (we’re) sure you have lots to say, because I (we) know you’ve been busy and you’re having lots of fun.
I (we) can’t wait to hear about all your adventures.
You’ll have to tell me (us) all about it when you (they) get home.”
Thursday
[front shows a capital A, lowercase a and capital B with arms and legs dancing or jumping or something, with a cat sitting in a cupboard]
Front of postcard:
“Great A, little a,
Bouncing B;
The cat’s in the cupboard,
And she can’t see.”
Back of postcard:
“Today, Tinka masters the alphabet. Tomorrow, the World!
___________
Constance,
We’re having a fine time running and hiding from the cats. Thinking of you, [signatures]“
Friday
[front shows a reproduction of a "Sierra Sue" poster]
“Howdy, Pardner!
How are you enjoying the view from the top of a horse?
Too bad we can’t fit one in our apartment. Spike [our dog] is as close as we get.”
I’m going to save the rest of the postcards for another day, but there’s lots of other amusing stuff in here. For example, at one point we were all given a booklet of blank pages with headings at the top, and filled them in during a lecture. Being lazy, I only did the drawing parts, which were taped into the journal. Of course, so were the headings of the other three empty pages, resulting in this:
“Horse Safety
Brushing My Horse
Constance did learn about these things, but was too lame to write any of it down.
-Mommy
My Camp Lakota Memories
^Also failed to fill out this page.“
Stay tuned for more random crap out of the madness that passes for sanity in my family!
Oh, and it’s my birthday by the way. So yeah.
