getting old isn’t for sissies. that’s .. .wait, what was I saying?
When I was a very little girl, I read a lot of serial novels about girls doing exciting things. Cherry Ames, Student Nurse. Loved her. The Boxcar Children, always fun to see what they were up to. And like many little girls I loved Nancy Drew. Nancy and her chums Bess and George, and her boyfriend Ned – ever so much more interesting than dumb Barbie and her boyfriend Ken, and her cousin Scooter. Oh, you didn’t know she had a cousin named Scooter? Yeah, isn’t that dumb? But Nancy, the titian-haired girl detective, always falling into mysteries. I envied her that. I wondered why she couldn’t seem to turn a corner without getting involved in the mysterious, while that NEVER happened to me. Ever. I thought maybe it was because her father Carson was a lawyer. He always had these cases that were tricky, and like all lawyer fathers do, he’d ask his daughter for advice or help. Dang. Why didn’t my dad become a lawyer.
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- i LOVED this book!
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- and this one – remember it well!
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- this one kept me up one night
Well, for anyone else who has had that same woeful experience as a child, let me tell you that your chance will come. My life is now constantly full of mysteries. “Where did this paper tape come from, I have two rolls in the medicine cabinet! I didn’t buy them?” “No, I don’t think I’ve ever seen them before.” OR “Didn’t we just have a whole bag of chips? What happened to them, I didn’t eat them.” “Neither did I, I have no idea what happened to them. I remember buying them.” And the mystery that keeps repeating itself: “Where are my glasses? I just had them.” And its cousin, “Where are my keys, have you seen them?” And the always popular “Now why did I come into this room?”
Paging Nancy Drew.
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LOLOLOL…..I have all the Nancy Drew books…They are packed in boxes, either in my brother’s attic or they went with my mom to Florida and are in her storage bin..I don’t have room for them, but ummm wonder where they are???? There is my mystery…
My other mystery, atm, is when will I finish unpacking my classroom…
P.S. I used to live up the street from the author of The Boxcar Children….It was rumoured she had one of those chair/elevator thingies in her house! That was big deal in the 70′s to us!
On her own blog, Tammy just wrote a post titled..First Knitted Project
OMG – I loved Nancy Drew – and I read all of them as a kid!!!!
Yeah, I have those same mysteries as you do!
On her own blog, Sara just wrote a post titled..Mystery Quilt – Step 3 & 4…
Bwahaha! And my favorite: “Why did I open the refrigerator door?” I am much happier framing these questions as my own Nancy Drew moments, quite frankly — thanks
On her own blog, Jocelyn just wrote a post titled..Lace- and ramping up
I know! Let’s start naming these mysterious events: The Mystery of the Lost Spectacles. The Secret in the Refrigerator. I think I’ll start referring to my husband as my chum, since my female chums are rarely around when I’m facing one of these mysteries.
.. life certainly does get more mysterious as another year passes in about a week… I’m sure I’ll reach the stage one day when time’s going by so fast that i’ll go into reverse … then all the missing objects might start reappearing
ha! I love that idea. If it works that way, I hope we remember why we were looking for all the newly-found things.