The smell of mimeograph paper.

I remember the smell of good ol' mimeograph paper ink, which was a mandatory feature of every school in the 50s & 60s.. If something could smell like "toxic" , it was that blue ink. I love sniffing it up.
I remember that. All the kids fought over who gets to run the machine.
 
My little grade school had all sorts of good smells like that. New books, stacks of that green paper with the wide lines for learning to print letters or write cursive, chalk, lunches.

The overall smell of the school was a mixture of crayons and sour milk.

There must have been a little smell that was distinctly me mixed in there, because, even though we lived a half mile away, one time when the doors were open, I heard panting and my dog was sitting beside me.
 

It was kind of the luck of the draw, with everyone hoping to get one of the earliest, “run-first” mimeographed sheets that was the darkest and so smelled the best. Those unfortunates who got one of the faded, late-run sheets didn’t have as good an olfactory experience. This was valuable training for disappointments later on in life, which didn’t necessarily operate on a level playing field or merit system, either… 😩
 
The Banda machine as it was known here...in my early years of teaching loved using that machine.
Then schools got photocopiers.Shame
 


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