Still with the subject of ‘What is in my parent’s loft’, I have a News Book to show today. I have to say first that, as an ex-teacher (HURRAY!), I am convinced that there is very little merit in News Books as a regular activity. However here are the ways in which they are useful:
They are brilliant wasters of time if you arrive on a Monday morning and have done little in the way of preparation.
Once in a while, perhaps when studying Samuel Pepys, they are a valid educational activity.
If you want to know what the parents get up to at the weekend then you can glean much information from the News Books page.
So here are three pages from my October 1970 News Book:
For the record:
The Hawtree’s were our neighbours.
Keith was my age and he made me nervous.
I don’t remember them having a dog!
Keith’s mother knocked me off my red and silver raleigh bike in her drive way on a different occasion.
It was years later I heard rumours of drink being involved.
I really scraped my elbow badly on her wretched drive.
Short and Sweet!
Either we weren’t given much time to write these News Books or my contempt for them was showing at the tender age of 9!
I have to say I was very pleased to find something I had written when I was about 8 saying “Elizabeth Turner-Author” But as yet I have not found anything saying “Elizabeth Turner-Poet”…..and yet……Look what I found….
Witness the Emergence of a Poet!
I believe I can see the beginning of a sophisticated rhyming style…you know the one where the words that are supposed to rhyme don’t!!
I obviously, at a young age, have a full understanding of how the trousers came into my possession from the purchase of the materials to the construction of the garment!
I have been taught manners well-ie: to say thank you to the appropriate people in writing.
I am obviously impressed with my mother’s dressmaking skills.
I realise that money doesn’t grow on trees and that it is my father’s hard graft that has enabled me to get the said trousers.
I have a very good idea that I probably annoy my father!
Regarding the last point, if you have read previous posts you may well recall the letter that I had written to myself warning me not to speak to my daddy the next day as he had not been nice to me…I then proceeded to call him “Pig Dad” and then signed (singed) it Elizabeth Turner!
Here we are, some more goodies from out of the loft. This is a folder of my stuff and the age announced on the front is 6 years and 6 months. Once again I must congratulate myself on my ‘rather good for a 6 year old’ colouring! I offer no critique of this as I believe it needs none.
But my next find within this folder brought back great memories….here’s the book:
I loved this WORKBOOK!
These workbook were so exciting for me (as a 6 year old you understand!). I found them so easy.
They had multiple choice questions so you knew you had the answer there already!
You could literally copy words and you didn’t need to think about the spelling.
You were always asked to draw, which I always loved.
However there was definitely some questionable stuff in them. Take this next page…it’s all about Dick and his big ball!
I didn’t read the colouring instructions thoroughly!
As you can see, I got 5 large ticks, 2 large crosses and 2 smallish question marks.
Anyway, whether I got it right or wrong, these books bring back good feelings which is the best thing.