October Winners, Scieszka: Level III

It was a year long process in the making to make me for a great grandson to be born. I was a piece of material and finally turned into a beautiful quilt in a year long process that was a result of hours of work. I am so important to the family that I spend my days on display in the hallway. I am on display in the hallway only the family goes down which is upstairs. Great grandparents spent many hours working on me, and I sit collecting dust.

I am a quilt sitting on a quilt stand in the upstairs hallway. I spend my days keeping a piece of wood warm while I collect dust. The family goes by me every morning and evening, but nobody talks to me or comments about how pretty I am. I just sit and collect dust and the dogs walk down the hallway and rub up against me. Once a year, I am taken off of my stand and taken away from my family. They say it is to take me to the cleaners to get cleaned, but I see it as a dark and scary place with people I don't know. The cleaner people comment at times how pretty I am which makes me happy, but I miss my family. I am happy to go back on my stand after being away. That once a year outing makes me enjoy my sitting on a stand and collecting dust.

An old couple called great grandparents spent months making me for a great grandson to be born. I was so excited to see myself go from a piece of material to a beautiful quilt. They cut the material by hand and sewed me together by hand. It was such a wonderful experience and as I great into a beautiful quilt the grandpa had to quit working on me. It was said he was dying and not able to use his hands anymore to make me. The grandma finished me and I was there in a dark box waiting for what they called Christmas. A baby was to by my new owner. He didn't say anything about me, but he was only three months old.

My owner is now twelve years old, and he sees me each day. He has never commented about me but I know he admires me. He has told some friends that I was made by the great grandparents as a gift and we never use me. I am very special to the family, so they keep me on a stand close to them. I would love to be used to keep them warm, but they want to keep my on display for the entire family to see.

I am a queen size blue quilt. I have a pinwheel design that goes through the middle. The pinwheel has different shades of blue, but have the darker blue designs in me because I was made for a boy. I have a baby blue backing that was the same color as design on the crib. I was quilted by hand and have pieces of yarn on me to hold my insides together. Because I was made by hand I have to be cared for as a very fragile piece of material.

My name is Shiny and I'm a bowling trophy that feels forgotten and cold. I'm in a big box in a basement that has tons of spider webs. Max found me when he came down to feed the cats. He saw that I was dusty and asked his dad where he won me. His dad said "I won it in Michigan at a tournament." I remember the day Max's dad won me. He was a little nervous he wouldn't win but kinda excited and determined. He was really happy when he won me. After Max asked about me, his dad picked me up and cleaned me off. I'm happy now to be clean and out of the old box and on a shelf.

I am a Math Book. I am about 1' by 6 in. I am blue. I have been glared at, thrown, beaten, and lost. I guess you could say I have problems. It is true. It is sad. Each year a wildly hopeless kid stares down at me. His face shows distress, fear, and hatred. I just chill. I get that look all the time. A piece of advice for other math books: NEVER EVER back down from that look. I am handed out every year each time to a kid like this. I go home with the kids. I watch there moms micromanage every move they make in the problem, even the way they hold their pencil. If I see that, I try to get the kid to the point where his mom is micromanaging him getting them all right, so she thinks he is fine. As the year progresses the math problem slowly becomes nonexistent. Then I can take a nap until the kid has a problem. But unfortunately every year comes and goes super fast, and at the end of the year I sadly say goodbye. Then I go into storage, and wait for my next cry of duty.