when i was a kid my mommy had this book, i’m convinced it was titled that exactly, in letters that looked like chalk on a blackboard. and it had places for report cards, and notes about school records and pictures … i’ve since lost it (i think) (maybe?) (it could be in the garage with the spiders, but i have my doubts), but i remember it was a really cool thing to rediscover when i was about thirty or so.
yesterday kurt’s first school pictures came (one will be scanned and posted on his blog later), and of course i’ve saved every single bit of schoolwork he’s brought home so far and intend to save every other one, no doubt i’m going to need some kind of organization if i’m going to pack-rat this hard.
it would so rock if i could find a book just like the one my mom kept for me, for the most important bits of this collection. and, i figure, a nice set of those storage boxes you usually associate with accounting files.
because i’m gonna collect. yes, i already live in the chaos of my own packrattiness, let alone these intentions toward vicarious packrattiness, but the thing is, i’m convinced these things will be treasures to him some 20, 30 years from now. i’ve misplaced a great deal of my childhood, and most of the memories are tied to things still i have pictures of, or other memorabilia. i want him to be able to have more memories than i do. ’cause nostalgia sucks without the tools to revive the memory cells that store the stuff you’re nostalgic for.