A visit to the motherland
I recently made a trip to my home town (AKA: Cranston, Rhode Island) and stumbled on me and my brother’s school work from our days at Cranston Academy and William R. Dutemple Elementary School. Here are a few highlights.
My 1st grade journal entries, roughly translated:
March 4, 1994: “Last night, my dog was in a dark corner. He was sleeping. After he had a dream. He was making a sound like this “rua ruar”. I thought it was my mom burping. He was having a doggy dream.”
November 29, 1993: “Friday I was in a parade, the Santa Day Parade. It was fun. I got to hold the banner. This is what the banner looks like.”
November 16, 1993: “Yesterday we ate outside and I don’t know why. Maybe it was nice out, or maybe (Janitor) Bob was doing something.”
Musings on Sailing the Mayflower: “I think being on the Mayflower for a long time would be boring. The Pilgrims ran out of food and water. So they had to drink beer.”
And now, a few drawings from my brother’s kindergarten illustrated autobiography:
A very accurate self-portrait.
A disturbing drawing of our family. Please notice the rain, thunder, and lightning over my dad, in a car, by himself.
Schmedinghoff family jobs: My mom vacuuming, my brother raking, my dad “cutting steel”, and me – coloring. I clearly didn’t pull my weight around the house as a two year old.
And I couldn’t leave without this epic Family Dance photo. Please note my jellies and socks.