August is an in-between space…summer is waning and autumn isn’t visible quite yet. I am eager for fall’s arrival. September always feels, to me, like the beginning of a new year.
I remember childhood and “back to school shopping.” It was great fun going to Woolworth’s with my supply list. A new Big Chief tablet, white paste with the little brush inside the lid, fat yellow pencils with red rubber erasers, a ruler, and of course a fresh new box of crayons. The smell of crayons and paste is a favorite sensory memory I still recall. Add to all of this a red plaid, tin lunchbox and thermos and daily menu…peanut butter and jelly sandwich, Hostess cupcake, and chicken noodle soup. How could I ever forget?
In later years, long before computers and calculators, the back to school list grew to include: a compass, protractor, 3-ring binders, dividers and “college-ruled” notebook paper, and heavy text books that were carried atop the notebook…backpacks wouldn’t arrive for decades. All of these things spoke to readying my spirit for study and learning. READ MORE