This evening I was cleaning out a Conklin pen that is not too old. 2018 . . . thinking back maybe to 1968 and doing the exact same thing in grade 3 with the fountain pen I mostly failed to learn to write with.
Writing some more Christmas cards Just a chance to visit a few friendly pens. The world had changed so much. My mother told me stories of mixing the powder for the ink at her school and how the young lads split the wood for the stove that heated the one room school house.
The world is wonderful. Merry Christmas.
Writing some more Christmas cards Just a chance to visit a few friendly pens. The world had changed so much. My mother told me stories of mixing the powder for the ink at her school and how the young lads split the wood for the stove that heated the one room school house.
The world is wonderful. Merry Christmas.