Berol #1
She loved substantial paper, paper with purchase, and Berol pencils #1. Thin paper reminded her of Sunday School, her husband’s Baptist side, a side he never truly lost; with that blank check beauty of forgiveness came permission to stray. Yellow Ticonderoga #2 pencils, his favorites, felt thin, breakable, writing see-thru flimsy. She loved thick charcoal lines from a stubby #1—smeary, dark. No eraser. Loved the grip, the word grip. Loved leaning in, getting physical on the page. Loved the Berol’s deep red coating. Not garish, but rich vermilion, autumnal truth turned color, a solid pencil she could count on.
Photo Credit: Keith Jenkins
I really enjoyed the simple subject of a story built around a pencil and the fact that you ended on a very positive attribute.