a giant cardboard box from wisconsin arrived on my porch the other evening. inside, treasures from a faraway farmhouse.
at the very bottom of the box a big ole record of attendance book. look at the names of those dear, long ago children. i wish i could see what lulu smith wore to school on her first day. a red gingham jumper? overhauls?
hello willie, nellie, kate, bertha, delia, fannie, and henry miller.
it's me miss moss.
a voice from the future.
i'm here to tell you that i see all the hard work you've been putting in on the farm and at school.
would a few of you be willing to skip ahead to chinatown and teach some of my kids how to jump rope, churn butter, milk cows, sing new songs, and play wisconsin games?
in exchange i will teach you everything i know about the milky way galaxy and also about the orion nebula. plus i'll take you to a taco truck, let you play with my iphone, show you how to make slow motion videos of yourselves running and jumping, and take you to the beach to collect seaglass.
i'll tell the kids you're coming, but will wait to hear from you before i start making official plans
i can't wait to meet you!