Yesterday I took pens with me to meet my friend Jeff who was going to teach me electricity for a test I'm taking Monday to possibly work at the post office. That doesn't happen every day. And I was thinking about when I have pens with me and what pens are good for, and I was going into the pharmacy thinking about pens, and saw on the door the sign that said no weapons were permitted in the building.
"Some rob you with a six-gun, and some with a fountain pen," came to mind, from "Pretty Boy Floyd," by Woody Guthrie. Pretty Boy Floyd was a robber with a big reputation for helping poor people with stolen money. Maybe he did and maybe he didn't, but in the song he did. My granny (my mom's mom, Annie Mae Hathcock) used to get current newspaper clippings from her cousin in Oklahoma, as it was being reported, back in the ancient days. I'm not sure if her cousin was Pretty Boy Floyd's aunt or something, but there was some distant connection. The fountain-pen reference was to people losing their property during the Depression.
So straight from my six-gun thoughts, I've been tagged with a six-word meme, about memoirs, by Deanne. Interesting, and freaky, as today I was thinking, in the shower, before taking Holly to get a full driver's license, that I haven't and should maybe document my years teaching, and what all led up to that, and what all that led up to over the ensuing years. I was thinking timeline, more than memoir, but maybe documentation of why I know some of the things I know about people and learning and crowd management.
So... I will do 3/4 of this:
1. Write the title to your own memoir using 6 words.
2. Post it on your blog.
3. Link to the person that tagged you.
4. Tag five more blogs.
To make up for not doing #4, I'll do #1 twice. One is already done and it actually exists:
The Chronicles of Ælflæd of Duckford
I'm SUCH a multi-tasker, I'm living two lives at once. There's the in-progress documentation of the medievalist side of me.
So... creating one for my regular self. In light of the thoughts of the last two days...
How I learned myself to be a teacher or How I taught myself to be a learner....
Too many words, and neither philosophically nor grammatically sound.
Helping others learn to learn. Not enough words.
Sandra, one of six billion cockroaches? Philosophically sound, but depressing. Also, I think when I was born I was one of fewer than three billion, and about the time I"m a grandmother I'll be one of seven billion. Unstable, for a title.
Seeing the World from Inside Me. That works.
Changing the World a Little Bit. Better.
The Adventures of Sandra Lynn Dodd. Even better.
And look at my words made into art!! Click it to see who and where.