- Andrea Tomkins
- August 23, 2011 at 6:58 am
- 14 comments
Lost and found again
I have a fascination with found items. I’ve been known to stop dead in my tracks to pick up lost or discarded grocery lists, old letters, photos and notes. Mostly what I find is nothing more than garbage, but sometimes it’s something else… something that makes you wonder what was going on. Handwriting, misspelling, intent; these are all things that factor into my love affair with found things.
Like this note. Obviously this is just half of the story:
What do you think he wanted his dad to bring? Care to guess? 
- Posted in:
- Ottawa
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Mom back up from the basement. Her crying is keeping me and Timmy awake. (whatja expect — I’m a Stephen King fan!)
Didn’t someone write a book about this? Or maybe it was even a blog. I keep hoping that one day, my lost diary will come back… best guess is it went out with a bunch of donations. I kept it, on and off, from circa grade 1 through university… between that, and the ‘prenupital’ agreement from my first boyfriend and assorted unsent love letters tucked inside, it would be quite the treasure trove if someone did find it…
home some candy or ice cream
me home a puppy to love!
Something back from where you visit!
The item that was originally under the note. Perhaps a piece of art for the office?
…..”Home some pencils and paper from your desk “. ….. That is what I always wanted my dad to bring home
this picture I drew of me mom tim and you and fred the hamster on your trip so you don’t forget us
my lunch to school.
(At least, that’s what I’d be writing at that age, with that handwriting)
A puppy!
back the Exhibition to Ottawa.
me more paper.
something other than a “lousy” shirt. But really, candy or toys.
hot lunch money.