What Sam says
Writing Prompt #2, or why Texans love Blue Bell Ice Cream.
Sam opened his journal, which I’m now realizing must have been for summer school his freshman year, not high school English, given the date, by describing himself.
“My name is Samuel Donald Wolfe. I am 14 years old. So far my hobbies turn up to be games. I happen to like apples and bananas. My brother is 11 years old. My sister is 8 years old. My mother is 41 years old. She now works in Gainesville. My father is 45 years old He mows lawns, plays the tuba in concerts, and teaches in Arlington. I now have three dogs. I have two black dogs and one brown one.”
Not sure why he has me working in Gainesville. I never did.
Below is the result of his second writing prompt:
My favorite ice cream is Vanilla, Peppermint, White Chocolate Almond, Orange and Strawberry Sherbet with Starburst pieces. There will probably be a new flavor ice cream. I would try to invent grape ice cream or blackberry ice cream. — June 12, 2002
Writing prompts
I am cleaning out a closet this week. I kid myself. This closet will take more than a week to comb through. It is full of material meant to be the foundation for future writings.
I stumbled across some of Sam’s things I kept, just in case there was another book to follow See Sam Run. In high school English, Sam had writing prompts, too. I will be rolling these out over the next days and weeks.
As it customary with Sam’s writing, no editing is required.
If I were a cow, I would wake up before sun up. I would also take a day off to get fed. My favorite dairy product is, of course, fresh milk. I would also have Parmesan cheese as a second favorite dairy product. If I were a cow, I wouldn’t have to worry about homework. – June 11, 2002
Overheard in the Wolfe House #181
Peggy: Hey, Sam, why don’t you help out here and dry some silverware? I don’t have room for one more piece in the rack.
Sam: Ok.
(sometime later) I don’t have to do all. I can just do enough that you have more room.
Peggy: Well, that’s true. But if you want to do the minimum, then just dry the big cooking and serving spoons. You’ll be done after just two or three pieces, then.
Sam: I’m afraid I’m just picking random pieces of silverware.
Overheard in the Wolfe House #180
Peggy: (whistling Orinoco Flow)
Sam (in a stage whisper): Oh, mom whistles off-key.
Overheard in the Wolfe House #179
Sam (after an upsetting morning): And don’t put that as an Overheard.
Peggy: I won’t.
Overheard in the Wolfe House #179
Sam: Oh, Gus! You’re in the office now? I can’t stand it if you’re gonna stink up the office now!
Paige: (from the other room) Then wash him!
Sam: I can’t do that. It doesn’t make sense to wash him when he’s cutting the cheese.
Overheard in the Wolfe House #178
Peggy: I hear that lots of girls wanted to dance with you after Special O.
Sam (grinning): Yes. There weren’t a lot of leader-follower dances.
Peggy: Oh, you mean things like the Macarena … and the chicken dance, and YMCA.
Sam: Yes. With leader-follower you can dance with a partner.
Peggy: Like the two-step?
Sam: Two is best for two-step.
Overheard in the Wolfe House #177
Peggy (putting trivet back for a pan of kolaches due to come out of the oven in two minutes): I’m sorry. You need that. It’s just that I’ve been cleaning for 40 years, so I kind of go into auto-pilot.
Sam: Mom, you need to know that once you go into auto-pilot, you can’t come back to Earth.
Overheard in the Wolfe House #176
Peggy: How come you’re so handsome?
Sam: I don’t know. I don’t want to look bad.
Overheard in the Wolfe House #175
Sam: I don’t know what grass it is that gives me allergies, but it survived the drought.
Peggy: Yes, it did.
Sam: It just waited for the rain and [claps hands together]. Like a logic bomb.