Wrtie a thank you note to the Easter Bunny or other childhood fantasy character.

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Submitted by Rochelle Lockridge

There are 9 written responses to this assignment.


Thank you so much, Frau Vogel. – corrected version.

Written by StefanieJ2 on August 9, 2013 3:51 am
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In German ‘bekommen’ means getting something. We often mix it with the English ‘become’.

Liebe Frau Vogel,

Do you remember the meetings in my parents’ garden so many years ago? When I discovered a neighbor’s girl have gotten a tea set, so beautiful you can hardly imagine, white and with delicate flowers of pastel colors.
I did not tell anyone that I from now on wished so dearly to have a tea set, to invite friends and to talk about what goes on in the world.
Some days later I sat in a hidden part of the garden and you came along, just like that. You unpacked your bag with a most beautiful tea set with tea already in it and some delicious cake, already on the plates. Not long there came along three more friends, Frau Fink, Frau Amsel and Frau Star. We chatted about the farmer’s family, where they have a bit of an unlucky atmosphere, and I’ve listen to the story of the lonely teacher, who still lives with his Mum. I actually felt just like a grown up woman like you were and for this I wore a beautiful flowered summer dress, like your dress.
All good things have an end and after you and my new friends have come about 7 times you told me at our last meeting that there are other little girls waiting for you to come and that I am now strong enough to go my way without you. That was OK, because the next day I met a girl, who became my friend for some time (it was the neighbor’s girl with the tea set). Later there have been many more friends, with and without tea sets.
Thank you so much, Frau Vogel.

Forever,

your Stefanie


Thank you so much, Frau Vogel!

Written by StefanieJ2 on August 9, 2013 3:41 am
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Liebe Frau Vogel,

Do you remember the meetings in my parents’ garden so many years ago? When I discovered a neighbor’s girl have become a tea set, so beautiful you can hardly imagine, white and with delicate flowers of pastel colors.
I did not tell anyone that I from now on wished so dearly to have a tea set, to invite friends and to talk about what goes on in the world.
Some days later I sat in a hidden part of the garden and you came along, just like that. You unpacked your bag with a most beautiful tea set with tea already in it and some delicious cake, already on the plates. Not long there came along three more friends, Frau Fink, Frau Amsel and Frau Star. We chatted about the farmer’s family, where they have a bit of an unlucky atmosphere, and I’ve listen to the story of the lonely teacher, who still lives with his Mum. I actually felt just like a grown up woman like you were and for this I wore a beautiful flowered summer dress, like your dress.
All good things have an end and after you and my new friends have come about 7 times you told me at our last meeting that there are other little girls waiting for you to come and that I am now strong enough to go my way without you. That was OK, because the next day I met a girl, who became my friend for some time (it was the neighbor’s girl with the tea set). Later there have been many more friends, with and without tea sets.
Thank you so much, Frau Vogel.

Forever,

your Stefanie


Dear Tooth Fairy . . .

Written by Cris Crissman @Cris2B on August 8, 2013 11:22 pm
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Dear Tooth Fairy,

First, I’m embarrassed that this thank you is so late. I really do appreciate all the quarters that I received as a child. Wonder what the going rate is now, with inflation and all?

I also wonder if the tooth fairy enterprise is as lucrative as it once was? What with
more emphasis on a healthy diet and less salt, sugar, fat, it seems a bit counter-productive to reward the shedding of teeth.

btw have you heard that scientist should soon be able to grow new implantable teeth in hogs’ bellies? Could add further complexity to the tooth fair business.

Hmmm speaking of business, I’ve never understood how you make a living. Is there a kickback from parents? Do you have a website and make money off ads? Remember that diversity is the key to financial stability.

See you later —
Cris


Easter Bunny Thanks

Written by Rochelle Lockridge (@Rockylou22) on August 8, 2013 10:10 pm
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Dear Easter Bunny,
I apologize for the tardiness of my note. I didn’t have an address for you until today at ds106.us. I’m writing to thank you for all of the wonderful Easter baskets full of chocolates you brought to my house as a child, and then for my daughters as they were growing up, and soon for my grandson. I especially want to thank you for making that special effort to bring me white chocolate as a teenager. But just to let you know, in case you drop by again someday, my tastes have changed. I still don’t like those marshmallow things but I now prefer dark chocolate,>70% cocoa, preferably organic and/or from Belgium.

Appreciatively Yours,
Rockylou


Heidi

Written by JanWeb3 on August 8, 2013 7:58 pm
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Vielen dank, Heidi!
Although you are not a supernatural character in children’s literature, I loved your character because you loved the mountains. I always pictured myself in the dizzying and rugged heights of the Alps, sleeping on a bed of hay with an open loft window to the pine -scented air. It all seemed so idyllic in the story, far removed from the crush of the city life I lived in as a child. Now, a BC girl, I have hiked many ranges, slept under the stars in the alpine and lived on simple foods while trekking in the freshest, oxygen- rich air. I love the outdoors, and I’m passionate about my province- my life in BC is as close as I can get to my childhood fantasies of living like you, Heidi, in the Alps.
Danke shoen,
Janet


Oliver Queen, aka Green Arrow

Written by Bill Smith @byzantiumbooks on August 8, 2013 7:50 pm
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Dear Mr. Green Arrow,

Thank you for being such an exciting part my childhood. You and your DC Comics friends were a major part of my life. The desire to do good, to protect the innocent, to avenge the wronged, put put away criminals came at a time when it was needed.

Though I was no archer, I tried to assume the role of the Green Dart. I would practice in my back yard, throwing darts at trees and cardboard targets. Not that I was a challenge to you! But I wanted to be on the side of good, like you.

I’ve seen you change with time, keeping modern to keep up with the market. You’re a survivor! But you will always be the original Green Arrow to me!

Your fan,
Billy


Thanks, Father

Written by Keith Hamon on August 8, 2013 7:14 pm
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Thanks, Father — no, the other one.

You were the solid, loving rock on which I have built my life. You were always there. When I went to sleep, I knew that you would be there in the morning, already up, resourceful, ample, and steady, busy about the house, but for all that, attentive. You had my back. I knew you would always have my back.

I thank you for the games we played together simply for the joy of each other’s company and the delight of playing. You taught me to play well, but you never shamed me when I played poorly or worked out your own frustrated sports fantasies through me. I thank you for that.

I had a fine mind, which I probably inherited from you, and I thank you for delighting in the things I learned. When I excelled in my test scores, you were proud of me and said so. And thanks for having such a strong faith, for teaching me that faith, and then for supporting me when my own path took a different turn. I knew you had my back.

Thanks for the home full of love, laughter, joy, and peace. Thanks for having my back. It’s made all the difference.


The Valentine Chicken was there

Written by Christina Hendricks (@clhendricksbc) on August 8, 2013 12:45 pm
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Dear Valentine Chicken:

I can’t remember a time when I liked Valentine’s Day.

Even when I was a kid, it was tough. Where I grew up, in primary school (we called it “elementary school”), we all made “pockets” out of construction paper to tape onto our desks, so that other kids could put their Valentines to us in them. I guess in those days you didn’t give one to every kid like people did when my son was in daycare, because I remember not getting very many. And never ones from who I wanted to get them from.

Later, it just became clear it was a holiday created for marketing and selling products. But when I was young, I thought it was supposed to mean something.

Fortunately, you came along. Every Valentine’s Day I’d wake up and there would be some wonderful chocolate heart candy sitting on the dining room table at my place. Who cares if I didn’t get those silly little paper Valentines that cost 2 cents each and were thrown about the classroom by the dozen? I had chocolate hearts to enjoy.

You made Valentine’s Day something to look forward to, when I was a kid, and I wanted to say thank you.

But I do have a question for you. Now that I’m older, I realize that chickens don’t fly very far, and I have no idea how you got to so many houses in the morning of Valentine’s Day. I also don’t know how you carried the chocolate–in your very small beak? Please, can you let me in on your secret? I promise not to tell my son. And while you’re at it, do you know how the Easter Bunny carries all those eggs? It’s not like she has opposable thumbs to carry baskets.

(You probably knew me as Tina in those days, so that’s how I’ll sign off)

Love and chocolate hearts to you too,

Tina

P.S. My mother says she made you up, and that there’s no such thing as a Valentine’s Chicken. And I must admit I’m beginning to wonder, because ever since I left home I haven’t gotten chocolate hearts sitting on my dining room table in the morning of Valentine’s Day. So please write to me and tell me you just lost my address, or can’t find me because I stopped answering to “Tina.”


Dear Mr Sandman

Written by Spotty Minnie Bannister on August 8, 2013 11:34 am
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Dear Mr Sandman

I’m sorry that I haven’t written for forty years. My mum says I should always write my thank you letters, so here you are. Thank you very much for putting the sand into my eyes each night when I was little. I don’t know who you were, but my uncle Don always said that he was the sandman. I’m not so sure that he could tip-toe that quietly into my bedroom, but that is what he always said.

When I woke up every morning, I’d rub the sand out of my eyes and I knew that I’d had a lovely sleep. I wonder why is it when we were young we never woke up tired? Now that I am older, I am always tired. Perhaps it is because the Sandman doesn’t visit me any more. Bring back the Sandman. That is what I say! Or perhaps it was because I wasn’t up late completing DS106 assignments back then.

Lots of love,
XXX