Based on a tweet exchange with P.S. Jones, I have a very interesting historical artifact to share with you today.
Ladies and well…probably just ladies….I present to you….
the Trapper Keeper.
Yesterday, P.S. Jones asked on Twitter, “Who remembers owning a trapper keeper? And do kids today (what am I, 80?) still use them? Bc I want one. Bad.” And, wonder upon wonders, I actually do still have one. I think it was actually a hand-me-down from either my cousin or from Amanda, an older girl who lived across the street from me, because I definitely don’t remember ever using it for school. But, it’s still extraordinarily cool. I dug it out of a moving box in the closet this morning to take the pics above and it’s filled with all these short stories and the 165 pages of my unfinished novel I wrote in eighth grade (very depressing stuff about a girl with cancer…eek). Back to the Trapper Keeper. They actually do sell them still, sort of, but none of the new ones have the cacpohony of exploding hearts
So, there it is. Ducks’ giant backpack that we got from Office Max this week has zero of the cool cache that this old thing has. Ha! And speaking of Ducks’ backpack, I’m pretty more than Noah’s family might have survived the flood if they had that massive thing to float around in. He said a girl commented on it after class one day and said, “Wow, that’s a lot of luggage you’re carrying down there.” When he told me, I said, “Maybe she wasn’t talking about the backpack (wicked wink).” But that only earned me a dirty look. Apparently, flattery and innuendo don’t get you everywhere.
Alright, that’s enough random rambling. HAPPY, GLORIOUS FRIDAY!