Thursday, November 6, 2008

Sherlock holmes returns to Greenpoint

package arrives in the mail for me. it’s a couple days past my birthday, so it’s not anything super suspsicious or unusal. but we all know how much i love to analyze my mystery mail. so, without further ado, the clues…

1) there is no name on the return address. cause for suspiscion.
2) the return address is indeed from my hometown of Sebastopol. but a po box? my peeps are from the boondocks--the outskirts of this already small town. we don’t have no city slicker post office boxes.
3) what’s more, my name is misspelled on the puffy, beat up, media mailed envelope. again, not a freak occurrence. we all heard about katty joe stemarce. even the misspelling is totally common. st. marie is the way my parents spell their name. my sister and i reverted to the true french canadian spelling back when i was fourteen, just to ensure my life was a total pain in the ass. coincidentally (?) my sister took a married name soon after. nevertheless, even my parents have taken to the ‘new’ spelling. i think.

i open the package, and sure enough, it appears to be a gift, wrapped as it is in birthday paper and ribbon.

4) the wrapping paper is worn and creased, like it’s been used at least 10 times previously. this definitely makes a case for a family member. if my grandmother were still alive, i’d swear she was behind it.
5) disposal (and not reusing—gasp!) of the veteran wrapping paper reveals…..my yearbook from 1991. my junior year of high school. all the signatures are there. eddie’s telling me i’ve taken a beating for my brave sense of fashion. kiyomi talking (still!) about how long we’ve been friends. all kinds of other people i haven’t talked to in years, not even on facebook are telling me how much i mean to them. there’s an old, dead and yellowed flower pressed in it’s pages. it’s a time capsule.
6) there is no card. there is no note. there is no return addressee. i am obsessed. who the hell had my junior yearbook? and why? i don’t recognize the handwriting. amy could have gotten a po box in Sebastopol, but she wouldn’t have misspelled my name and never would re-use wrapping paper.

what. the hell? come forward anonymous yearbook sender, you!

the above photo is my most prominent photo in the book that particular year. the art club. i LOVE the description of how pathetic and non committal we were as a club. clearly i started early on in my career as a misguided artist.

7 comments:

Sudz said...

That is simply too mysterious, you must be dying of curiosity. But wait a minute, you are too young to be losing your memory, think hard and maybe it will come to you. BTW, did you get the book I sent to you?
Aunt sudz

kitty8joe said...

stay tuned for the solution this mystery that has since come to light! and yes, i did receive the amazing book you sent. it is so precious, but i won't say too much as you should get a thank you note soon!

kim said...

R.I.P. Art Club

ames said...

coolness... I do believe I had a hemp necklace and some nasty looking hair circa 1992...

Genie said...

Ha ha ha!!! I love the description of the club!

Anonymous said...

spooky! nc

Amy ~ Just Being Aimlyss said...

How fun to get the yearbook back, nice stroll down memory lane!