This is one of those chairs in the chair show at the Mingei that were “familiar” to me. We had these at “F Street School” in Chula Vista when I went there. The top lifted, and underneath was a mess of papers where I could never find a thing. Yes, we actually had glass inkwells that fit in the hole, and yes we used them.
I didn’t do well with the scratchy dipping pens. They scattered drops of India ink everywhere. As an artist, I can say that I still scatter India ink drops. Now it’s ok, but then spatters were not at all acceptable.
Although I failed many classes miserably there, I loved the WPA era building. The tall cool main hall. The creaky wooden floors. The big, tall blackboards, and even the Spenserian script around the edges of the room. Aa, Bb, Cc…I could do those.
Do you remember these school chairs?
Life is Really in the Footnotes: