David B. No last name, just to protect his privacy. He could be reading this. I have never met David but I’m glad I gathered a bit of his history before beinglosted forever.
Love the fact that teachers in the 40’s & 50’s actually took the time to comment on the student’s needs, getting the parents involved. Love the illustration too!
The following remarks are THE BEST. Teacher to Mom about David…
Heck, David was an extrovert. Years later he may have been voted “most popular”….
… and his caring Mom replied…
The following are David’s report cards from 5th grade, then onto Junior High, High School, then 2 semesters at Ohio State.
There you have it. Many years of David’s report cards. Now how many of us still have our report cards? What must we have been like squirming in our seats in 4th grade? What would teacher say about us?
All this is so great. I would kill to even have 1/32nd of this from my own past. I wonder if David himself collected all of this or if it was his mom or dad. I suspect the latter. I can’t believe that David didn’t come and pick all this stuff up. But thank God you came upon the right trash can and did.
To see David’s newspaperboy awards go here: https://www.alleewillis.com/awmok/kitschenette/2011/02/06/the-newspaper-boy-get-recognition/
I wish we knew what David does now or if David is even still amongst us…
It seems like this mom documented her son’s history. Only when I prepared this post did I really read the letter from the teacher and David’s mom. What a window into his “Wonderbread years”.
How many of us have detailed records of our childhoods? Each time our family moved, boxes were packed up and sometimes this “stuff” was donated or trashed. All my toys, my drawings, my clothes, my diary, my scrapbooks. Now I’m really bummed. Haven’t thought about that in decades.
I treasure the yellow bakerman, Redwing cookie jar, that sat in our kitchen for as long as I can remember.
I know the reason that I document everything so fastidiously now is because absolutely everything from my childhood was thrown out when my dad entered his second marriage. Even home movies. So I really envy kids whose parents saved everything so their child could have a true sense of who they were/are.
Great post…. heartwarming…
Allee didn’t Michigan have the same “Report Card Form” in Grade Schools???
It looks slightly familiar but as my father allowed my evil stepmother to dump every single inch of my and his other kid’s pasts I can’t say for sure. But it does ring a bell.