waxing nostalgic three

Thinking about today's school situation and what will happen to the world of education I once more waxed nostalgic. We lived in Roseville, Ohio. I think that is a pretty name for a village but it was not a wealthy place.  We lived, fortunately, right across a gravel road from the McCoy pottery where my parents and various members of our family worked.  I loved the pottery and enjoyed the workers.  We became friends and after at age five, I fired the heinous baby sitter who was a teenager and one I hoped would never procreate, the workers would look out for me to tell me it was time to go to school. I had a little chair from my tea party table and chairs out in front of the house facing the window of one of the guys working with the clay.  At a certain time he would shout, "time for school, Doris", and away I would go to first grade. If it was raining I could hear him from the front porch.  I don't remember what I did in the winter, but I came out unscathed except I am very careful with females in my life. I also think how the children who were in school and bullied that this remote learning that is in play right now must be a relief for them.  Not to have to face the bully every day and yet be able to learn must be a welcome respite.

During the school year a person would bring in a scale and everyone would be weighed and the results were on our report cards along with a lot of other personal information that could not be printed like that in this day and age.  I hated that day because I was tiny.  Everyone else weighed the usual amount but I came up not only shortest in class but I weighed the least and everyone thought that was so cute and funny. I found it less humorous, I can tell you that.   

Another school day was vaccination day!  Can you imagine getting away with that in this culture? It was free and painful and I blessed the situation with vomit every single time.  They got so they would move the trash can beside my desk in preparation for what was about to happen.  I never disappointed them.

Parents were not involved in the schools.  They had their jobs and the staff had theirs and the two seldom if ever mingled. Written communications were the thing at that time and they worked very well. I always got to school very early in the mornings and if my teacher was there we would practice my spelling.  One day she pronounced shoot and I carefully spelled shit.  I can remember the teacher's glee.  I am sure the teacher's room got a laugh out of that as well.

There was also a bully girl in my class starting about third grade.  Leanna was her name and she was mean through to seventh grade when I moved away. There were days when we had a good time together and then something would set her off and she was so nasty. Other than she and the one and only baby sitter, I have always been blessed with good friends, good family, and good times. When I donated the books that I have written to the Roseville Library I heard from several of my former teachers and classmates and Leanna was one of them.  She wrote a note and signed it with your old friend, Leanna. Yea, right... That library was where I discovered The Nancy Drew books and those books made me a reader for life. I remember a flood in that library and all the books became moldy smelling and there was not a library close by, I would check out the dried and smelly books anyway and hold my nose while I read. We had teachers that read to us every day after lunch.  One read the Uncle Wiggly series.  I loved that time of day, so when I became a teacher, that's what I did.  Every day after lunch I read to them for a long time.   I still hear from some of my students and that is always the first compliment that they mention, oh, and dodgeball is right up there too in the remembrances.

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