|Miss Hoffman-Fourth Grade|
No particular order…
- Making “Macaroni” Art—My mom had it hanging in her dining room until I was an adult.
- Taking naps in Kindergarten on a rug that was purchased just for that very purpose.
- For some reason I associate Johnny Cash’s song “I Walk the Line” with my second grade class.
- I broke my right collarbone a few days before school started in third grade, and had to learn to write left-handed for the first two months.
- Lee Burton, a special needs kid in our third grade class sharpened his finger in the pencil sharpener.
- I got into a wrestling match with a neighbor boy on the way home from school. It was just across from the school. We were so into the match that we didn’t realize that a crowd had gathered to “watch the fight.” When I realized what was happening, I was afraid a teacher was going to come get us, so I pushed him down and took off toward home. He caught up with me about two blocks later, and all of the sudden the friendly wrestling match was less friendly. So, I pushed him down again and went home.
- I got a “whack” for fighting in the boy’s restroom…but, I wasn’t. An early lesson that life isn’t fair.
- I remember planting seeds on pads of cotton in Mrs. Dennis’ class.
- Once I tripped at the top of the back stairs. The ones that went down from in front of the 5th/6th grade wing toward the gym. I tripped at the top, did a mid-air somersault, and landed on my butt on the bottom step.
- I remember singing: “School’s out, school’s out. Teachers let the monkeys out” on the last day of school…every single year!
- I remember getting love notes from Holly Bell in second grade. On the outside, I hated it…but, on the inside, I loved it!
- I remember a Christmas ornament that my third grade teacher, Mrs. Denny gave me. It stayed in my family’s ornament collection until my mother’s decorations were dispersed after her death just a few years ago. It was lost then, and it really bugs me now.
- I remember the big windows that we’d open in the early fall and late spring, and the big boiler radiators that would keep us warm in the winter.
- I noticed girls in fifth grade. In particular, I developed a huge crush on my best friend’s sister, Tena. That lasted until high school, but was my deepest held secret.
- I remember the kids calling the principal “Coble Wobble.” It wasn’t nice, but everyone did it…especially around Thanksgiving.
- I remember kids smoking cigarettes as early as fourth or fifth grade.
- I remember making paper mache’ pinatas in sixth grade.
- I remember reciting the Pledge of Allegiance every morning.
- I remember collecting dimes for the March of Dimes.
- I remember tornado drills and fire drills, but I also seem to have a faint memory of bomb drills.
- I remember playing with a parachute in gym class.
- I remember playing basketball during recess on the playground. I was terrible at it.
- I remember learning to square dance and some other dances. I don’t remember why. And, I no longer remember how to do them. I wasn’t much good at that either.
- I remember singing Christmas songs in school. Silent Night, Holy Night.
- I remember walking to Wilson Middle School for a tour of my sixth grade year.
- I remember a little girl in our fourth grade class lost her parents to a traffic accident. She moved away and I never saw her again.
- I remember the front lawn was like a park with the huge old trees.
- I remember getting a physical in the library. “Turn toward the window and cough.”
- In sixth grade, for about two weeks, we had daily giant rumbles out in the field during recess. Nearly all of the kids were involved. It was like a huge wrestling match. Bodies flying. Kids flipping. Pushing. Shoving. Swinging. For the most part, it was all good fun, but the teachers had to put a stop to it. Too many torn clothes and minor injuries.
- Playing “Duck, Duck, Goose.” Loved that game. (I wonder if I could get a game up?)
- And, the last random memory I’ll share is that I remember making a finger-paint picture in Miss Hoffman’s fourth grade class that got entered into some city-wide contest.
I find that I’m a little nostalgic about Roosevelt Elementary School. That feeling stops after I moved on from Roosevelt, but it remains in her hallowed halls of yesteryear. Great teachers. Great friends. A few bullies, and a few mean girls, but overall, they were good years.
|Me...in all my goofiness with my niece, Krista|
What memories do you have? If you don’t mind, leave a comment and share something with me.