Day 18 – The Letter R
Ruler – I know, it sounds a little boring doesn’t it! But the story that goes with it is one I’d like to share. I was about seven years old, it was 1965 or ’66 and at school we were given rulers. Things were fine, I kept all my things inside my desk which had a lift top to it. Then one day, I lost my ruler. Panic came over me, I was just so worried, I couldn’t imagine the punishment I would be given by my teacher for this careless act. I just didn’t know what to do, I remember it like it was yesterday. I spent a few lessons carefully hand drawing lines, hoping it would look as if I’d done them with my ruler. One night I just couldn’t sleep, I was so anxious and worried. By this time my parents had noticed something was wrong, and my Dad came into my room and sat on the bed. He made me tell him what was worrying me, and when it came out it was just a lost ruler he seemed quite relieved! He sorted it all out for me, he went to the shop the next day and bought me a new one (see photo above) which I took to school and continued to use. The fact that I kept this ruler all these years is a testament to what it meant to me. Dad sorting everything out – and he continued to do so for as long as he could.