more burried treasure

Okay, the same day I found the bowling certificate (displayed in the previous post), I came across some old love notes. I tossed out the legitimate high school ones, but held on to these three from elementary school. Enlarge them to read. You won't be disappointed.

I think the first two are from the same boy in my fourth grade class. I seem to remember another note from him and his best friend, asking me which one I liked best. One time they both showed up at my door with roses. How did they expect me to choose between them?! Even if "my mom would let me have a boyfriend." I'm pretty sure I used that as an excuse not to have to choose. After all, my twin sister had a "boyfriend" at the time. Oh, the playground romance.

Also, take note of the cursive handwriting. (I like how Alan printed him name under his signature.) Do kids still learn to write in cursive at school, or is it a lost art? I guess these days they mostly type on computers and text anyway. Kind of sad. I think the cursive is sweet, especially in these puppy-love notes.

P.S. The shoebox full of letters, poems, and notes I have from Jonny may not be written in fancy cursive, but they are still among my most prized possessions. I especially love the ones he left on the windowsill of the testing center on campus. I believe in one of those he asked me to "check yes or no" if I liked him. Unlike the pleas above, I actually checked one and returned the letter. True love at last! You know it.