When I was younger, my mother was a member of a church group, a book club and a scrapbooking circle. I loved most the scrapbooks that included the seemingly endless photos of myself and my sister. For as interesting as the scrapbooks of her trips to Europe are to me now, when I was six, photos of Stonehenge and London were not nearly as impressive as me playing in the leaves in the fall, peep that cute photo of me down there. 🙂 
Although my mother has since stopped scrapbooking, going to book clubs and regularly attending church, let alone church groups, I still find combing through scrapbooks interesting and fascinating.
Last Tuesday, I wandered into the archives of my university on a mission to conduct research on water management and sustainability in Santa Clara and Silicon Valley. When the archivist began describing to my writing class how she organized the material she selected for our class, I soon realized that my topics I submitted to her were not going to be making an appearance on any one of the tables before me.
A little disheartened and annoyed and angry that this archivist did not feel the need to pull artifacts on something as interesting! and fun! as water resource management, I wandered over to the table she grouped as “women at Santa Clara.” I do not know why I was surprised I would enjoy so much of what I found, but finding a scrap book two feet tall and four feet wide was exactly the surprise I needed.
My favorite pieces were the photographs of the women who compiled the Powderpuff football teams, and the names of the teams are so hysterical. I hope the administration took them as a big fuck you. These are two of my favorites the “Flaming Boobies” 
and 
the “Screaming Yellow Zonkers”.
I do not know if either of these teams of ladies ended up being the reigning champs, but I am they sure took home the gold (and silver) in the name game.