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Definitely my book bag, or book satchel as it was called then. Almost as exciting as Christmas.
For fifth grade, I ordered myself 5 “Nerf” tank tops (black with orange ribbing) out of the back of a comic book – one for every day of the week, of course. I thought I was all set. My mother was not amused.
Favorite childhood back to school purchase had to be the shoes; that is, of course, until I got to high school and had to wear the saddle shoes. Good ol catholic school!
Getting a new lunch box was always my favorite thing. I still have my Hong Kong Phoey one. God I loved that thing.
My very talented mother made our back-packs, knitted our hats and mittens, and since we went to Catholic Schools we wore uniforms. So the back-to-school purchase we really looked forward to was our binders and notebooks, as we were allowed to select the ones with the cool trendy covers. I favored super-heroes (still do!)
Shoes…I still love shoes. Shoes were easier because it didn’t entail trying on dress with 3/4 length sleeves from Sears.
I definitely loved binder shopping in middle/high school. My super-Type-A personality would force me to spend an hour searching the school-supply aisle for the perfect binder for each class, and then at the end of the hour I’d usually change my mind and opt for a larger clasping binder that would be a catch-all for every class. Why? Again, the Type-A thing… paper choices and tab accessories and grommeted pencil holders, oh my!
PLUS… it had to have the transparent sleeve so I could slide in a picture or two of a cutie to distract me in class.
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Levi’s… I guess they were the 501′s… this was in the 50′s so they were just known as jeans….. supposed to last the whole year. Well below our feet at the beginning of the year; up to our knees by the following summer….
Well, I would say in grade school it was a NEW box of crayons, but heck we were given them by the nuns. However, my parents did pay a hefty price to send me to Catholic School. So, I would say a brand new pair of black and white saddle shoes. Which I did clean and polish each evening after dinner with my family. I began grade school at St. Pius X Cathoic School in 1952 to begin my “brainwashing” Now, I must say that I did get a great education which has served me well, since I am able to have “critical thinking” (THE POPE does NOT like that!) And I was in the Convent and left it and the Catholic Church by my early 30′s…when I could no longer buy the POPE pooh. Well, I also finally came out of the closet that I had been chased into when my dad caught me and my high school girl friend and I were kissing on the Family Room Couch. LOL So I went to the Convent, since I did not want to marry let alone kiss a very nice older male friend who I did date for two years in College. He kissed me only once, and I said ewwwwwwwww do not ever do that again. He did not. He called my mom every year for 5 yr’s to see if I had left the Convent yet. He finally gave up much to him and my mother’s dismay. LOL It was heavenly being with so many intelligent, and wonderful women while I was in 4 years of Formation becoming a nun as a Postulant, then Novice and then Professed Sister. I have no regrets, there were wonderful times, just challenging being a Celibate Nun……arghhh it killed me. call be GABBY
No contest — the smell of new, delicately lined paper in a glossy bound square-ish shaped notebook. The Southeast Asian color palette was divine, pale to shocking pinks, lavender to deep purples, lime greens, stark black against raw white. Freshly sharpened pencils, almost too big for my fingers, reminiscent of the trees they came from, like little branches. Used to open the “cahier” in Saigon as a kid and sniff the scent of printer’s ink, clean white pages ready to be written in, pure heaven! Pink, firm, sensually pliable erasers, just big enough to feel substantial, didn’t use them much, and when I did it was delicately done, back and forth, gentle friction, slow and easy, barely bending them. Sort of naughty somehow.
A brand new pair of Buster Brown shoes…red leather! Fabulous.
Definitely, my new bookbag and pencil case…my favorite was a powder blue bag with my initials “MDV” in gold on it…my Dad bought it for me at an office supply store…it was all very grown up and official.
The large 6 inches pink eraser. I loved it and needed it badly. I hated school and I was constantly stressed out by my parents who needed a performer. By the end of the year, it was mostly consumed by either constantly erasing my notes and bad answers with one end and also by chewing the other end.
I got shoes twice a year—Easter and back to school. Did I love the squeaky newness and sometimes they were a little slippery on the hall floors. I felt like a fashion plate and like an adventure lay before me. I guess it did.
In elementary school (Catholic, ugh), they sold loose leaf paper in a cute little book(pre-punched holes)that had the school name and symbol on the front. It had a couple hundred sheets and cost $1. Believe it or not, we couldn’t afford it until I got to 6th grade. The first time I was able to buy it, it was a huge thrill. I liked how tidy it was as opposed to the spiral notebooks. If you tore out a sheet of paper, there wasn’t all that crappy stuff on the edge. It was a nice clean edge. OMG, I’m anal retentive, aren’t I? Other than the paper, it was the new pair of shoes (saddle oxfords) we bought tht were sold/given out of the convent basement. These were shoes donated to the nuns and were mostly “seconds”. My favorite were a pair of grey and black, instead of the white and black that everyone else had. Ha! Quite a coup!
New Crayons, and a new coat.
Sorry to break the thread, but it is easier for me to remember my LEAST favorite thing: the gym suit with bloomers.
binder, paper and pencils… along with a special sweater…after cutting cots all summer in the Santa Clara Valey, CA.
Definitely new jeans. There was a huge factory-like store in our town called Reisbaum’s that sold every conceivable brand of jeans. Every mother and child in North Jersey seemed to flock to Reisbaum’s during the last week of August.
ah yes, it was all about the fashion. i loved my new penny loafers each fall. they were stiff and tight and held so much potential. a welcome antidote to the pleated plaid parochial school uniform.
as a husky child, i LOATHED shopping for clothes … however this was offset by the joy of a brand new Trapper Keeper.