tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001867295510218749.post1146326856962129465..comments2024-03-20T16:05:23.293+00:00Comments on The Cynical Tendency: Time Does Not TellDemetriushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17198549581667363991noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001867295510218749.post-88408911711749353762012-12-18T17:24:09.428+00:002012-12-18T17:24:09.428+00:00Alas, my time as an Ink Monitor lasted only one da...Alas, my time as an Ink Monitor lasted only one day. Being a fan of Western films I thought it would be nice for the class to put on war paint for the divinity class.Demetriushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17198549581667363991noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001867295510218749.post-84845228559008738302012-12-17T18:44:16.771+00:002012-12-17T18:44:16.771+00:00Oh the status of being an Ink Monitor then! I was,...Oh the status of being an Ink Monitor then! I was, in '46. A girl and boy were chosen seach month from 10 years. Strangely, I don't remember any accidents, but you had to be very, very, careful. When we went on to Secondary Modern or Grammar we usually were lucky enough to have a proper fountain pen. Girls also did hand sewing (with proper needles)from 7 years. I made a cotton summer dress for myself all by hand at school at 11. Shortly after that my best present ever was my very own electric iron In the 60s I was involved in pre-school community playgroups -children sewed with bodkins and wool through thick hessian. We had a highly supervised scaled down woodwork bench too with wood, a strong small saw, large nails, and proper small tools. Both sexes sewed and hammered. Never had an accident. Nowadays I would probably be in prison I suppose. Husband is still good at flicking rubber bands.Cassandranoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001867295510218749.post-77088379842834479472012-12-17T17:52:08.462+00:002012-12-17T17:52:08.462+00:00I never made Ink Monitor - it's been a blot on...I never made Ink Monitor - it's been a blot on my CV ever since.<br /><br />I have a faint recollection that school ink was once made from a powder of some kind. A K Haarthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05897490979828603179noreply@blogger.com