Hands down one of my favorite posts from my Grandma.
I am homesick for her and her back rubs and kind words.
Certainly glad she is willing to share a piece of her memories each week.
I am mostly glad my children will have these notes from their Great Grandmother.
And don't we all miss the days of back packs and the first day of school?
Thanks for sharing Grandma.
Love you.
With many schools beginning a new year this week,
my mind wanders back to my first day of school.
Back in the Olden Days!!!
I look at pictures of my great-grand children's first day of school,
with their neat back packs, pretty hip clothes, new shoes, etc.
We had no access to cameras then, cell phones, iPads, or any of the wonderful high tech capabilities.
They hadn't even been thought of, or dreamed of, so we missed out by not having a record of our important events like families do now.
As Karly says "it’s a wonderful world."
But I can paint a picture in words, if you have the imagination to get it.
We had no kindergarten or pre-school then,
so we started right off in the big time 1st grade.
I was so excited for this huge event, and even had new clothes and a new pencil!
My father walked the five blocks with me to sign me up and introduce me to my teacher.
As he talked to my pretty teacher,
I could see his proud sweet face change into a sad frown.
The teacher called the principal in and the three of them talked,
with me not knowing what was going on,
but I could tell we had trouble.
My Dad took my hand and walked me out of the school.
On the way home he tried to explain what had happened
and why I couldn't stay at school with all the other happy, excited children.
Again, in those days we didn't have all the rules in place like pre-registration,
meet the teacher night, desk assignments and so on.
I was so hurt and mortified that I didn't quite grasp the meaning of the whole tragic thing.
You see, my birthday is October 28th,
so we were told I had to wait until the next year to enter school.
I hardly dared to face my friends because it seemed as if I had done something wrong,
didn't understand how to get into school
, or something else that escaped my little young mind.
It took some time for me to get over this disaster in my life,
but like most busy and fun loving children, I found other ways to learn.
I still had all those free days to roam around the creek and build an Indian wikkie-up.
My Dad and Mom helped me learn to read and learn my numbers,
so I was prepared well for the next year.
I often feel so grateful for the wonderful, safe and free life of my childhood.
If I had lived in the city, with its restrictions unlike I was used to,
I may have had a hard time--but I didn't and life went on.
I wonder which era is the best.
In the big scheme of life, I think both are the best for the time frame you live in.
Love to you all and hope everyone going to school as a happy experience to start of the school year or semester!
Grandma Ora