Before getting down to work...
Mar. 26th, 2008 07:46 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alexpgpYesterday, while workmen were hammering, sawing, and so on, I went through an old, oversized red envelope that I had found in the attic. It contained some of my mother's papers, material related to her work as a teacher.
Among other curiosities, I found a nearly pristine calendar for 1965 from Schaller & Weber, on 2nd Avenue in Manhattan. The name is familiar, but aside from the information on the calendar - they apparently sold sausage and meat (and are still there, according to their web page) - I couldn't tell you anything about them.
There were a number of folders associated with applications for various summer programs for teachers of foreign languages, which contained all of my mother's notes and rough drafts - written in longhand - of essays on, essentially, "why I deserve to be selected for this program."
I also found a folder containing student quizzes, for pupils who were in the ninth grade at the same time as I was (but at a different school). It gave me a funny feeling to think that the people associated with the adolescent scrawls I saw on the pages before me are... well... as old as I am. There was also a folder in there, written upon by me, from my time in the 7th grade at "Joeseph Pulitzer JHS" [sic].
The crew (or some part of it) will be here in about 30 minutes to finish the job. I need to buckle down and get cracking on the stuff on my plate.
Cheers...
Among other curiosities, I found a nearly pristine calendar for 1965 from Schaller & Weber, on 2nd Avenue in Manhattan. The name is familiar, but aside from the information on the calendar - they apparently sold sausage and meat (and are still there, according to their web page) - I couldn't tell you anything about them.
There were a number of folders associated with applications for various summer programs for teachers of foreign languages, which contained all of my mother's notes and rough drafts - written in longhand - of essays on, essentially, "why I deserve to be selected for this program."
I also found a folder containing student quizzes, for pupils who were in the ninth grade at the same time as I was (but at a different school). It gave me a funny feeling to think that the people associated with the adolescent scrawls I saw on the pages before me are... well... as old as I am. There was also a folder in there, written upon by me, from my time in the 7th grade at "Joeseph Pulitzer JHS" [sic].
The crew (or some part of it) will be here in about 30 minutes to finish the job. I need to buckle down and get cracking on the stuff on my plate.
Cheers...
