tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post360283343858907342..comments2024-03-22T18:13:10.026-06:00Comments on On the Alberta/Montana Border: Chalkboard AftermathDiane Stringam Tolleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-86660384545592144432014-11-13T05:14:08.206-07:002014-11-13T05:14:08.206-07:00This used to be one of my favorite jobs and I love...This used to be one of my favorite jobs and I loved cleaning the erasers in the same exact way. Didn't take much to entertain us did it! On another side when I was pregnant with my son there was a lady who was also pregnant and would actually sit in the waiting room chewing on a small piece of 2 x 4 because she was craving the taste of wood! I craved steak hoagies covered in tomato sauce and extra pickles...at least I never got splinters!Renahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12296781992150172086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-84735400133466620992014-11-05T12:11:40.274-07:002014-11-05T12:11:40.274-07:00Thanks for this step back in time. And as far as ...Thanks for this step back in time. And as far as pica goes - craving chalk is better than some other substances I've heard of pregnant women actually ingesting!Susan https://www.blogger.com/profile/15294204009310379754noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-38015281278026550232014-11-05T11:07:28.605-07:002014-11-05T11:07:28.605-07:00This post brings back some pretty awesome memories...This post brings back some pretty awesome memories! The chalkboard cleaner was an oil that smelled of cloves and cinnamon. Getting to clean the board was the primo job. Cleaning the erasers for our school involved a mechanical cleaner, and the boys got this job (?). Can't describe it well, but it was cool.<br />Thanks for the memories.Susan Kanehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09834094675218254410noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-52849456925989109202014-11-05T09:57:47.980-07:002014-11-05T09:57:47.980-07:00Aha! Back to the wind. I knew I was doing somethin...Aha! Back to the wind. I knew I was doing something wrong . . .Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-65633867567676628852014-11-05T09:57:03.509-07:002014-11-05T09:57:03.509-07:00Did you use the same tried and true method?Did you use the same tried and true method?Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-19725050359933576062014-11-05T09:56:41.349-07:002014-11-05T09:56:41.349-07:00I don't ever remember actually taking a piece ...I don't ever remember actually taking a piece and biting it. But I sure remembered the taste! Go figure! :)Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-61110166681037375942014-11-05T09:56:04.165-07:002014-11-05T09:56:04.165-07:00And pointers. Remember those?And pointers. Remember those?Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-84715519333219070382014-11-05T09:10:09.712-07:002014-11-05T09:10:09.712-07:00Yeah, boring. Except for the brushes to the moon p...Yeah, boring. Except for the brushes to the moon part!Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-88982893819845612112014-11-05T09:08:34.841-07:002014-11-05T09:08:34.841-07:00I was trying to explain a blackboard to my grandki...I was trying to explain a blackboard to my grandkids the other day. And surprised that I had to explain it. Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-9356847201732977362014-11-05T09:07:36.919-07:002014-11-05T09:07:36.919-07:00Pfff. Boys . . .Pfff. Boys . . .Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-75934413919400853792014-11-05T09:07:22.640-07:002014-11-05T09:07:22.640-07:00Sure good for the psyche, though! :)Sure good for the psyche, though! :)Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-66749387387539348452014-11-04T22:58:21.638-07:002014-11-04T22:58:21.638-07:00I remember banging chalk erasers, (we called them ...I remember banging chalk erasers, (we called them dusters), for us it was punishment for doing something wrong like talking in class or being late. We used to make sure we stood with our backs to the wind so the dust would blow away from our faces. Riverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14794655013673748992noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-67162929464298785752014-11-04T22:13:12.799-07:002014-11-04T22:13:12.799-07:00This took me right back to Catholic school, and th...This took me right back to Catholic school, and the joy of being chosen to clean the erasers! Must have been something addicting in there :)!Lanahttp://www.twoteensandtheirmama.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-90459218357267253472014-11-04T18:18:21.179-07:002014-11-04T18:18:21.179-07:00I distinctly remember that smell of chalk dust. F...I distinctly remember that smell of chalk dust. Funny that you liked the taste of it. My husband said that he did too, as a kid. menopausal mamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09058933838070665032noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-19459611827815105962014-11-04T13:31:00.884-07:002014-11-04T13:31:00.884-07:00I miss chalk and chalkboard and erasers--nothing i...I miss chalk and chalkboard and erasers--nothing is more evocative of our youth.Carol Cassarahttp://www.carolcassara.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-44727500188239330902014-11-04T13:17:57.426-07:002014-11-04T13:17:57.426-07:00Gee, when Blaine and I cleaned the brushes, we wou...Gee, when Blaine and I cleaned the brushes, we would go down to the boiler room in the old part where they had a rotating brush. You took a good stance and pushed the brush down against the cleaning wheel and it took everything out, including ideas, except for the times when we would purposely let one go and watch it get tossed up against the ceiling.George Stringamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11375285536941813368noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-36398977206787293412014-11-04T12:49:10.720-07:002014-11-04T12:49:10.720-07:00I bet your friend's dad was sad when all of hi...I bet your friend's dad was sad when all of his kids (and all their friends) were grown up and he had to do all the cleaning himself!<br /><br />"In the sixties, white boards were black" - yes indeed. And in the seventies, too. I think in the eighties they were still used in my kids' early classrooms. But at some point in the late eighties or early nineties, computers started to inch into the schools, and I think whiteboards hitched a ride with them.jenny_ohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15475480579733466963noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-40976254605196192022014-11-04T11:19:15.002-07:002014-11-04T11:19:15.002-07:00That was always the big boys job...along with all ...That was always the big boys job...along with all the other good stuff like filling the water urn from the pump.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-60030292463875929492014-11-04T10:31:07.541-07:002014-11-04T10:31:07.541-07:00Oh, how well I remember clamouring for the honour ...Oh, how well I remember clamouring for the honour of being chosen by my Grade 4 teacher to take the brushes outside and "clean" them. You have to wonder what kind of stuff we were inhaling, and whether it was good for little lungs...Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03410541706124607973noreply@blogger.com