Another Flat Friday

Last Friday I posted about the trials of Flat Stanley, which I discovered when I planned to post some of my mom’s journal of her Flat Stanley visit. I thought I’d return to my original plan.

My mom was very talented and had a wry sense of humor, and I treasure these reminders of her creative spirit. She enjoyed art and writing all her life, and her enthusiasm for the creative process was contagious. She taught me how to make the most of a project and to make it fun. We knew she’d be sure to show Stanley a good time! Here‘s one of her entries:

Monday, December 20, 2004 - Flat Stanley arrived on a very, very cold, snowy day. Grandpa and I were happy to see that he got here safely. He was very tired from his journey, but he wanted to go outside to see the snow. (Remember he had been cooped up in an envelope for the past few days!)

We went out on the back deck. Stanley wanted to pet the turtle (sculpture) who was almost all covered with snow! We didn’t stay out long because the wind was blowing and I was worried that Flat Stanley might be swept away.

After his travel, and then playing in the snow, Stanley got very, very tired. Grandma looked all through the envelope that had brought Stanley, searching for his pajamas. He had forgotten to pack any!

Fortunately, Grandma found a teeny, tiny striped pair that had shrunk in the wash. She told Stanley to put them on before supper. (She was afraid he was going to fall asleep any minute.)

After a few bites, Stanley nearly fell into the bowl of spaghetti and meatballs that Grandma had prepared! Quickly she tucked him in bed with a little stuffed bunny.

He fell asleep right away. He was probably dreaming of the trip he was going to take on Wednesday…He wanted to get back to California where it was warm!

Besides hooking him up with cool PJ’s, my mom also fashioned Stanley a little coat, hat and scarf (pictured above), scolded him for climbing on a hibiscus, and cautioned him not to keep falling into the suitcase they packed for their trip. She did more than just document the visit; she gave our laminated boy a personality, and kept us eagerly awaiting the next adventure.