(Click the photo to enlarge, natch.)Some random recollections of my Sherman School days. First, I am so grateful that I went to a school where everyone wasn't the same. I believe that enabled me to welcome and honor diversity in my life. My best pal's dad drove us to school, most mornings. (She was a grade ahead.) Her father owned a 1950-something Volkswagen bug convertible. The thing that fascinated me
every time, was that it started without a key. I loved that.
The other lasting memory of going to this school (during this very year) is being there when President Kennedy was shot. The announcement over the loudspeakers, directing all children to the recess yard. The confusion in the adult faces was clear. People were crying. Once outside, I remember kids killing red ants. An older student approached me and asked why I wasn't crying. Didn't I know that the president was shot??!! Then she punched me, so I cried.
6 comments:
What a rotten little opportunist that kid was, eh? Sheesh. I love your new photo and am doing the meme (is it too late?).
never too late, mrs. g!
Wow Yoy sure have changed alot or are you the SECOND from the left???
dude, i changed the post title, so as not to perplex the afflicted!!
Thanks I need as much help as I can get
Cute bunch of kids.
Reagan was shot when I was in high school, and my biology class cheered when they announced it. Our teacher gave us a major what for.
I'd bet if Bush were shot, you'd cry. ;)
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