Today in sharing
Mommy's Piggy Tales,
I will be writing my story
about Third and Fourth Grade.
I was a little under the weather
last week and was unable to
make my post. Here is a little
share of both. I hope you enjoy.
This was me in the 3rd grade.
I loved this jumper. It was corduroy
and Momma made it for me.
We bought the little turtleneck
that I wore beneath it.
It was crisp, and it made noise
when I walked. I loved dresses
that made noise when I walked.
This year I had Mrs. Wise.
I loved her as a teacher. She was
strict but an excellent teacher.
She too read stories to us in the
afternoon as a treat and quiet time.
I to this day believe that my love for
reading came from the wonderful
grade school teachers who encouraged
us to read. Whatever happened to
plain old reading, writing and
arithmetic?
Here I am at GranDad and Grandma's farm.
In the background to the left is my precious
Grandma. She was a BIG 4ft. 8 inches tall.
I loved her with all my heart, and the love for
baking that I have today came from watching
both Grandma and Momma. I always loved how
Grandma carried her black purse everywhere she
went. Oh Grandma, has it really been almost
35 years since you graduated to heaven?
When Grandad bought Little Pony all of us
grandkids instantly fell in love. Now
he was a tricky little guy. He loved me.
I was never tossed but, my brother Rickie and
my cousin Jeff went sailing through the air
this very day. I had already had my ride,
and Rickie and Jeff wanted to ride together.
Well they both got on, and off Little Pony
ran heading straight for the farm fence,
bob-wire of course. Grandad was yelling to
pull back the rains. Rickie was pulling but
Little Pony was not stopping. He just kept
running and running. I can still see his
mane flying like the wind. Well let me tell
you Little Pony ran right up to the fence and
stopped dead in his tracks sending Rickie
and Jeff right over the fence flying and
landing onto the hard dirt, on the other side.
They were both just whaling and carrying on.
Luckily nobody was hurt, just their pride
and Little Pony was sold not to much later.
I think Grandma decided Little Pony was
not a good idea after all. She certainly had
a way with keeping Grandad in line. Kind of
like all of us gals do with DH.
Here I am in the 4th grade.
I had Mrs. Williams that year,
she wore bright red lipstick,
and dresses that were fit at
the waist and had lots of
slips underneath. (Like June Cleaver
on Leave It To Beaver.) She wore
one that was military green and I
remember she looked so pretty in it.
She also wore a white sweater,
and it had a sparkly decoration on it.
It was so pretty. I loved the swish her
slips made as she walked about the
classroom. Isn't it funny how we
remember the little things?
This was my first blue ribbon in
Little Olympics. I ran in the Shuttle Relay
and I was so tickled when we won.
Mrs. Wise (my 3rd grade teacher,
introduced me to running, and I found
out I was good.) Over the next
3 years I won many ribbons,
they were all blue. The last 2 years I also
ran the 220 relay, and my position was
3rd runner. I loved running. I remember
my hair was long, and Momma had it in
pony tails. Momma and Daddy
both worked and never did get to
see me run. They were always there to
meet me when I came back
to the school, but they never saw me run.
Notice I had on my Adams Flying "A"
shirt. That is what they looked like.
Oh and my blue ribbons, I still have
them in the attic safely packed away.
And in closing today I have to share my
certificate I received. It was my promotion
from Blue Birds to Camp Fire Girls.
I was in a group called the
Giggling Blue Birds, and yes
I remember Lavada Bennett.
Her daughter Julie was in my class.
What fun we had in Blue Birds. I
always sold enough boxes of candy
to go to Camp Rhodes in the Summer.
It was a fun time.
As always thank you for stopping by,
my little piece of heaven,
here in the desert,
that I so love to call home.
Country hugs and much love,
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