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I’m 36 today.

I’m twice the age I was when I graduated high school.

The age itself doesn’t bother me so much; I’m not one to be dramatic about mere numbers.  The second revelation, however, is a little startling and it makes me think: I’ve spent half my life as an “adult” who was on my own and trying to make my own way in the world.
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Captain 11 has signed off for good.

If you understood what I just wrote, then you must be from South Dakota or a bordering state. I grew up around Sioux Falls, South Dakota, and we knew a man named Dave Dedrick as “Captain 11” – the host of a kid’s show of the local television station, KELO. The Captain 11 show rain for many years — 1955-1996 — and was modeled after a similar show being broadcast out of Minneapolis. The ultimate honor for kids in the area was being able to be on the Captain 11 program; most kids have a memory of either being part of the show for their own birthday or tagging along with a birthday party group. I was on it a couple times, I think, although the memories are now so faded that they have become a composite of all I remember about the show in general.
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Another item I received for Christmas immediately took me back to my younger days as soon as I saw it; my mom gave me a Kitchen-Klatter cookbook from the early 70’s.  Mom might not even realize how much Kitchen-Klatter is ingrained into my early memories, but she knows I like old cookbooks, so the gift fit.
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I am continually fascinated by trends — why something is so hot and fashionable one moment only to be considered kitschy and dated the next.   Understandably, we all want something different to spice up our everyday surroundings.  But still, I wonder why some things were trends at all.  The fashion trends I went through in elementary and middle school (but often didn’t partake in, thank goodness) are a perfect case in point. Read the rest of this entry »

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You learn something every day.  At least I do.  Ok, I try.  Whatever the case, I ran across something interesting when I was leafing through a 1950 edition of Better Homes & Gardens — a tiny little ad for Chore Girl.

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It seems surreal to be sitting in my house on November 8th with all the windows open and the furnace off.  And yes, I know what you’re thinking:  why am I inside and not out there enjoying all of it?  Oh, I have been — trust me.  The boys and I went for a 3 1/2 hour walk through a nearby state park, walking the trails and doing boy things like digging in the stream and finding cool rocks.  Imagine my shock when I reached into the stream and pulled out this little gem:
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I know it’s a bit cliche to do a post about the search strings people use to find a person’s site.  But ya gotta admit — some of the ways people stumble upon a personal blog are amusing, and a bit disturbing.  Today, in the absence of having anything more interesting to report or blog about, I will attempt to address and greet my somewhat wayward visitors. Read the rest of this entry »

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Ok, so the snow’s not sticking, but I was a little shocked to be getting snow this early in October.  Around Halloween, I expect it.  It’s snowed on Halloween before, and I have not been shocked by it.  But on October 9? That’s a new one for me.
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I don’t know why I just titled this “old movies” when the movie I’m watching at the moment (or using as background noise) is Peggy Sue Got Married.  Yes, it’s set in the past, but since it’s an 80s movie, it doesn’t qualify as an old movie.  Does it?  If so, it’s going to make ME old, because I grew up on these movies.

peggysueThis is one of my comfort movies, really.  Nic Cage and that cartoonish voice are perfect for the part — all claims of nepotism aside.  Kathleen Turner has always fascinated me. She always seemed like such a talented actress, and then she just seemed to fall off the planet.  I saw her at some celeb event lately (I mean on TV, of course . . . not in person, as I’m sure that most of you would assume that I hung out regularly with the Hollywood crowd) and was shocked at how . . . well, middle-aged she looked.  Ok, beyond middle age.  Kind of just-passed-menopause-and-ready-to-be-a-grandmother stage.   I love almost all the movies with her in it.

I don’t know what it is about this movie, but I watch it whenever it’s on TV.  Currently I’m streaming it to my Roku player from Netflix.  I think it’s interesting how Peggy Sue got the chance to relive high school (in a sense) and did all the things that she thought she should have done back then — including dating the deep thinkin’ poet — and then she figures out in the end that she probably made the right decisions all along.

I started on an old movie kick when I had the opportunity to teach a cinema class at our school.  I was thrilled beyond words to be able to teach the class.  I had it for two years (four total semesters) and then it was transferred to another teacher after it wouldn’t fit in this year’s schedule.   I hope that I was able to share some cinema appreciation to my students, but I’m also impressed at how teaching the class affected me.   Until I taught the class, I had no idea that the AFI (American Film Institute) had rated the top 100 movies of all time.  Until I taught the class, I had never seen Casablanca.  Until I taught the class, I had never appreciated Charlie Chaplin or the wonders of early cinematography.

CasablancaAnd now?  I’m hooked.  I have been busy devouring the Top 100 list for the past two years.  I have seen Casablanca so many times that I could quote large parts of the movie.   Humphrey Bogart is the “Ahnold” of the ’40s, without the machine gun and robots.

Thanks to the great influence of my parents, I had been introduced to some of the great classics earlier in life.  My dad showed me One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, and I believe I watched The Graduate with them too, although I’ve blocked out the uncomfortable silence that must have occurred when Ben took Elaine to the strip club and the tassels turned.  My parents also introduced me to Rear Window and the wonder of Jimmy Stewart.  I have discovered many other classics since then — the original King Kong, while cheesy, is fascinating just because of its age and what filmmakers with a vision could achieve;  It Happened One Night is hilarious and relevant still today, all while providing the modern age a treasured glimpse into life in the 1930s.   I fell in love with It’s a Wonderful Life and its idyllic portrayal of everyday life, while still appreciating the underlying message of love and hope.

Netflix has given me a quick and easy way of accessing the Top 100, and I hope to work my way through the rest of it soon.  At last count, I think I was about halfway through the list.  Being the kind of person I am, however, I want to see it ALL.

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penI’ve been spending most of this week in frantic preparation for the year ahead, mostly in hopes that the year won’t be so . . . well, frantic.  It’s logic that only I can have, I guess, but the real goal here is to make this year as smooth as possible.  Last year involved traveling between two buildings, new classes, and new textbooks that didn’t come in until the last possible second, so it set the tone for a very hectic year.  For one reason or another, it just didn’t seem like I had the chance to sit down and plan things out the way I wanted to.  I was, as they say, flying by the seat of my pants.

So this week I’ve taken over the kitchen table with books, notebook paper, and colored pens, planning things out unit by unit.   It’s so uncharacteristic for me, really.  I might plan out the first unit or so, but I’ve found that any advance planning usually falls to the wayside about three hours into the first day of school, for one reason or another.   As of now it looks like I have the first two months (at least) planned out in both my middle school and high school grammar courses.  I almost feel smug.

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I’m a little disheartened by the “Back to School” sales this year.  Usually all the stores run deals on notebooks: 10 for $1, or ten cents each.  I buy them by the box and keep them in my classroom for that inevitable excuse (“But I don’t have any paper!”) and then I sell the notebooks to the students for my cost.  Most of them are amazed that I would charge just ten cents for a notebook, and I tell them to be patient for the good sales and go get a box themselves.  It’ll last them the year and beyond.  Of course, most of them aren’t going to scour the ads and wait for notebook deals, so they’re content to buy them from me.  But this year the price went up; all the stores ran notebook deals for 15 cents each.  I still bought them by the box, but I have a feeling that former students who know about my little “store” (yes, they still stop in for notebooks even though they’re not in my class) will be thinking I’m trying to hustle them for that extra five cents.  It’s been ten cents a notebook forever.

My kids’ school supply lists amuse me.  Yes, I know that it’s important for teachers to specify the correct supplies to get, but each year they seem to take on a Mafia tone.  “NO bookbags with wheels!”  “Elmer’s glue — DO NOT buy the “no run” type!”  Capital letters, bold text, underlining, the whole bit.  I suppose elementary teachers can do that; elementary kids are supposed to have school supply lists.  After the elementary years, however, teachers resort to more simplistic demands.  “Please bring a notebook to class” or “Writing utensils are recommended.”  And we know darn well that there will still be kids in November who claim (whether from obstinacy or with justification) that they don’t have school supplies.  Needless to say, the cheap notebooks come in handy.

There’s always something exciting about the beginning of the school year, and I’m not sure if it stems from embarking on a new adventure with new classesclassroom or if it’s a leftover emotion from my own days of being the student.  I don’t remember many other first days of school, but I remember the first day of 7th grade so acutely that it makes me wonder why I have stored these memories in my brain for all these years.  Perhaps it’s because 7th grade required going into a new building; perhaps it’s because a couple weeks prior to that day, I had finally shed my tomboyish long hair and opted for my first perm and shoulder-length cut.  A grown-up cut.  Of course, I wasn’t used to having bangs, so I kept pushing them off my forehead, which meant that my 7th grade picture made me look like I was wearing a wig, but no matter.  I felt cool on that first day of school, and my biggest fear was that the 8th graders would reject me.  In junior high (back then we could call it that), it was us vs. them: the 7th graders vs. the 8th graders.  It was just the two grades that shared that one hallway where all the classes were held.  Thus, as a 7th grader, it was imperative that you had a good relationship with the 8th graders, otherwise your school existence could be made rather miserable.

And so I walked into the junior high building at an absurdly early hour on my first day of school — a characteristic that would follow me in later years.  In fear of being late, I am usually way early, and that day I wanted to draw as little attention to myself as possible.  So, my plan was simple: be early, and just blend in with everyone as they came in.

I was the only one there, of course.  I tried my locker combination a few times, found it fairly easy to operate, and spent the next few minutes decorating my locker.  Little magnetic mirror on the inside of the door, a few pictures of people I would see everyday (but it was a great honor to be represented pictorally in a person’s locker), and a few cutesy baskets to hold pens, pencils, and a few tubes of my newest addiction: lipstick (Wet & Wild, of course).

Setting up my locker took all of about four minutes.  Just as I was trying to figure out what to do next (the hallway was deserted still), the doors down the hall opened, and the Queen of 8th grade walked in.   She was what every girl wanted to be: beautiful, popular, and a fashion icon.  She intimidated me, of course, and I tried desperately to look busy behind my locker door.  Straighten the mirror.  Move pens from one basket to another.  Hang coat on the opposite hook.  Dang.  What now?

And suddenly, a presence beside me.  “Hi!” she said in her cute valley-girl voice.   “I love your outfit!”

I looked down at my outfit: jeans and a bright pink sweatshirt that said “Paris” on it.  She liked my outfit?  I stammered out a “thank you.”

“This year is going to be great, don’t you think?”  she asked in her perky, bubbly sort of way.

“Uh, yeah . . . ” I replied, not quite sure what to say about a question that evoked judgment about the future.

“Well, I’m going to go get my locker set up.  See you later!”  Off she went to the lockers on the opposite wall, her bag of locker decorations clinking while she walked.

I had been graced by the Queen.  She liked my outfit.

Thus began my 7th grade year.  And she was right — it was a great year.

I knew that somewhere I had a picture of me on this first day of school.  Too bad I didn’t remember how unflattering it was.  Oh well . . . chalk it up to teenage angst. (I think my annoyance is stemming from my mother, who was behind me fussing with my hair.  Note the front of my hair pushed way off my forehead.  Some habits die hard!)

7thgrade

(Scanning this picture wouldn’t have made it any better, so I didn’t take the time.  It’s a picture of a picture.)

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