I actually heard about it the first time just about a year ago now. I went to my Dad's house for something totally unrelated. While I was there he had a laundry basket sitting in the corner of old spiral notebooks. I asked him, "What's that all about?" He said, "That's most of the notebooks for the classes I took in middle and high school, the ones I almost burned the day after high school graduation but changed my mind at the last minute! In retrospect I SHOULD have burned them!"
I said, "Dad, you know you don't mean that!!"
He said, They ARE trash, though, no reason to keep them!"
I said, "Well, at least let me go through them, and just see if there is anything worthwhile before you trash them!"
He said, OK, but get them out of HERE, I need the space!!
I hauled them to the trunk of my car.
They were in no particular order, and I picked up one that was from an English Class he had his Junior year, right after he got his Drivers license.
I was already aware that he and my Mom already knew each other, but they were not in the same grade, Mom, would have been a sophomore.
In the days before "Texting/Sexting" High school students actually used hand-written notes to get messages back and forth when they were not likely to physically meet. Sort of antique-style texts!! they actually had some cleaver ways of getting them back and forth. My parents were no different.
While I was looking through them, I came across a piece of notebook paper folded up in the pages that was obviously a different notebook paper than that notebook. I unfolded it. It was written in the Cursive, which I have never been taught, and obviously not Dad's cursive. Unlike his cursive it couldn't "stop a moose at 40 paces!!", in fact I was able to actually read it. I have since learned that the particular forms of cursive used identify it as having been written by a teenage girl.
It simply said, "Did you get the Evac-Q-Kit?"
there was another one a page later,that was almost identical, may have been torn from the same sheet of notebook paper, said, " Tomorrow, My house,6AM??"
That was when I got curious and tried to find out what an Evac-Q-Kit was. I went back to the old shoe box where Dad stuck all his other notes from Mom. He waited until I was engaged and admitted to him I was no longer a virgin before he ever gave me that shoe box. The hand writing was clearly Mom's
I hit the web trying to find out all I could about an Evac-Q-Kit.