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November 05, 2009 |
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The House Teeterred
FOUND by Jeff Tigchelaar
in Lawrence, Kansas
I found this unsealed (and, at the time, unstamped) thank-you note on the ground at Java Break Cafe and Cereal Bar, my favorite coffeehouse. I don't know if the frat-bro who wrote it is a poet or not, but his note not only flowed...it almost seemed intentional--yet effortless--with its wordplay, sound repetition, and line-breakage:
'write'...'Psi'...'provide'; 'provide'/ 'presence'; 'stability'...'security'...'absurdity'...
And...the imagery!
I'm sure Mom Wolfe will thoroughly appreciate his sentiments--and, as I have, his prose.
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We collect FOUND stuff: love letters, birthday cards, kids' homework,
to-do lists, ticket stubs, poetry on napkins, telephone bills, doodles -
anything that gives a glimpse into someone
else's life. Anything goes...
The art of the hand written thank you note is sadly disappering. This is a good one from a properly raised young man. I would like to see the trend come back.
P.S. on the back side of the thank you letter:
"Dean Wormer made me write this note, but that doesn't mean it is any less sincere."
And thank you for not telling anyone when you found me passed out, naked, and completely shaved on the front lawn. I still can't explain the rash.
"three great years at Phi Psi"?! Graduating early? Or flunking out? Hmmmmm....
Or maybe it's that Mom Wolfe can't take one more year...
@ Gator Girl - freshmen can't usually move into the frat house, so he would only be there for three years.
So, Jeff Tigchelaar, did you mail it to Mom Wolfe? The "at the time, unstamped" makes me think so. If you did, you're awesome and a great dude.
P.S.
I'm also sorry I threw up on you during hazing week. Lucky for me I didn't die of alcohol poisoning.
And as we all know, after many years as housemother, Mom Wolfe went on to write her memoirs, Looking Back In Anger: What Those Boys Put Me Through.
Who's afraid of Virginia Wolfe? The boys at Phi Psi that's who...
I was thinking of Animal House and then Librarian beat me to the reference. Nice thinking!
I am sure she made terrific brownies.
For me, it feels very closely related to this recent Find..
http://foundmagazine.com/find/13858
Definitely something a little *ahem* deeper going on that what's on the surface.
I agree with the Finder. The flow of words in the note- whether carefully thought out and intentional or right off the cuff- is melodious.
Dig it -
http://kuphipsimoms.com/mission.htm
Give her a buzz and tell her - her note is waiting for her on Found....
Esther would love to hear from us.
Did you email her, HPD?
I did.
Very google-able Finder, too.
You really emailed her??? I am dying to know what the email said and her response.
Rabid Found Fanatic better keep us posted.
I really emailed her. Haven't heard back yet, but here's what my email said:
Just wanted to let you know, in case no one else has yet, that there seems to be a lovely little note that was intended for you, featured as a Find of the Day on Found Magazine.
http://foundmagazine.com/comments/13862
"..I found this unsealed (and, at the time, unstamped) thank-you note on the ground at Java Break Cafe and Cereal Bar, my favorite coffeehouse..." (part of the Finder's Blurb.)
Hope you check it out.
Best regards,
A Fan of Found Magazine
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I will update you if and when I receive a reply.
(tying a string around my finger so I'll remember to do so.)
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On another note, I also got an email back from the Finder of "Til Death do us Part." The Finder attached two other of the Found slide scans. They're not quite as inspiring as the one submitted, but for this retro fanatic who loves photo Finds best of all, it was pretty durn cool.
Yaaay.. got a reply from Mom Wolfe!
Here's what it said:
I am so sorry that I am so late in thanking you for the “ Note” found. My computer has been “flatlined” for a few days. I am just now in the process of checking out “Found Magazine”. Sometimes “good feelings” come from the most unexpected places. Thanks again.
Mom Wolfe
then she said, "Do you mind telling me the steps you took in finding out it was me and my address?"
My reply:
Actually, one of the other habitual Found Posters who goes by the name of Hiplains Drifter came up with the Fraternity's website, probably with the help of Google. The city the note was Found in was provided by the Finder, and the note mentioned Phi Psi, so Google readily offered up good results.
I visited the website and saw your name and email address, and couldn't resist dropping a line. I hope that you don't feel like your privacy was invaded.. it's just something that we do-- I guess in an effort to connect the dots.
Thanks again for your response, and Good for you for being such a positive force in the lives of young people!
...oh sure try and hang it on me ... LOL
"Mom Wolfe" Kansas - and it comes up first in Google FYI....
Here's what she looks like -
http://www.pursuantgroup.com/phikappapsi/sep06
stick this on the end of that...link above
b.htm
THIS IS THE ROOM of the wolfmother wallpaper. The toadstool motel you once thought a mere folk tale, a corny, obsolete, rural invention.
This is the room where your wisest ancestor was born, be you Christian, Arab, or Jew. The linoleum underfoot is sacred linoleum. Please remove your shoes. Quite recently, the linoleum here was restored to its original luster with the aid of a wax made from hornet fat. It scuffs easily. So never mind if there are holes in your socks.
This is the room where your music was invented. Notice the cracked drumhead spiked to the wall, spiked to the wolfmother wallpaper above the corner sink where the wayward wife washed out her silk underpants, inspecting them in the blue seepage from the No Vacancy neon that flickered suspiciously out in the thin lizard dawn.
What room is this? This is the room where the antler carved the pumpkin. This is the room where the gutter pipes drank the moonlight. This is the room where moss gradually silenced the treasure, rubies being the last to go. Transmissions from insect antennae were monitored in this room. It's amazing how often their broadcasts referred to the stars.
A clue: this is the room where the Painted Stick was buried, where the Conch Shell lay wrapped in its adoring papyrus. Lovers, like serpents, shed their old skin in this clay room. Now do you remember the wallpaper? The language of the wallpaper? The wolfmother's blood roses that vibrated there?