“All of us learn to write in the second grade. Most of us go on to greater things. “

This morning I’m groggy. I actually stayed up and watched the Red Sox defeat the Mariners in 15 innings. It took until almost 12:30. Β Then, far earlier than I expected to be awake, I heard the loudest banging noises. They came from my neighbor’s yard where they were loading his trucks for the day. I tried to go back to sleep but couldn’t. Gracie, of course, is now asleep on the couch.

The morning is really lovely so I suppose I should stop complaining. I do have to go shopping as guests are coming for dinner. It will be on the deck and quite casual. My entertaining skills are rusty, having been hibernating all summer, but I’m thinking witty and personable will make their appearances!!!

Summer nights on the deck are sometimes perfect. The lights in the yard are bright in the darkness, and the palm tree still survives though the flamingo is a bit worse for wear. If there is a breeze to be had, the deck gets it, and the bugs are blown elsewhere. I hope the weather stays just as it is, comfortable and sunny.

August, the last summer month, can’t be here already, but the back-to-school ads have started. It seems early, but I know my nephew’s son goes back to school tomorrow, a sort of meet and greet day before school really starts on Monday. He’ll be in the second grade.

I remember my second grade teacher, Mrs. Kerrigan. St. Pat’s had lay teachers as well as nuns, and you ended up with a lay teacher every other year. I think Mrs. Kerrigan was the stereotypical spinster teacher of the 50’s. She was old, at least to my seven-year old eyes. She always wore flowered dresses and clunky tie shoes with wide heels. Her hair was white and she had a bun in the back. I remember Mrs. Kerrigan lived in an apartment in an old house across from the church so she walked to school every day. It probably took her about five minutes. Second grade was the year of my first communion. We had to learn all sorts of stuff, but the end result was worth it. I loved my new dress.

We walked two by two from the school to the church then down the main aisle to our seats. We had practiced several times. The boys wore white suits and ties, and all the girls had white dresses, mostly fancy white dresses. Flashbulbs followed our progress. We had our hands in front of us held as if we were praying. That’s about as much as I remember except for the cards and money and the gifts. My favorite gift was the Cinderella watch my Aunt Mary gave me. The band was blue and matched the blue in Cinderella’s ball dress. I kept asking people if they wanted to what time it was so I could raise my wrist and show off my new watch.

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6 Comments on ““All of us learn to write in the second grade. Most of us go on to greater things. “”

  1. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    Needless to say, if she was Mrs. Kerrigan, her spinster days were behind her. πŸ™‚

    I don’t remember 2nd grade. Second and third grade were in the same classroom with the same teacher. Those two years seemed like one long one. We did learn to write cursive in the second grade, I think. I remember wanting to get to the upper case Q because it looked just like a fancy 2. I thought it would be fun to practice a line of cursive Q’s. We never did the Q. Skipped right over it. I felt cheated.

    My church didn’t have First Communion. We had Confirmation at age 12. I remember mine. Well, let us say I remember the dress I wore for mine. It was white with tiny sprigs of blue flowers. There was some kind of veil and my bangs had been cut way too short. Again. There are pictures somewhere.

    It’s cloudy now. I guess it’s going to do rain at some point but it’s still a lovely day. One more month of summer and then the slide through autumn into winter. I won’t think about it. πŸ™‚

    Enjoy the day.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Caryn,
      You’re right-she was Miss Kerrigan. I didn’t notice the error.

      My third grade was in the rectory cellar, and we had tables instead of desks. It was because the school was overcrowded. My dog used to follow me, and the nun let him stay in the room on a mat. We had double sessions in the 4th grade, and they started building a new school. We were bussed to Immaculate Conception Woburn for most of the fifth grade then moved into the new school toward the end of the year.

      We had confirmation at 10 or 11. I forget which. We had robe like outfits and a red beanie looking thing we wore over our dresses.

      It’s still nice, but I turned my air on as Lee and Rosana are here to clean, and I figured it would have been hot for them.

      Have a great evening!!

  2. Birgit Says:

    In our protestant church we have a confirmation ceremony at the age of about 13/14. Fortunately we were old enough not to believe all the rubbish we were taught the 2 years before. We just laughed when the pastor seriously told us that the earth was really made in 6 days, which was an unusual belief even in church back then.
    I had to wear a dress πŸ™ and I’ve got a watch too πŸ™‚
    91Β°F today, 95Β°F tomorrow, no rain, no breeze, no AC. Hot!
    Have a nice evening with your guests!

    • katry Says:

      We didn’t get skeptical until we were in high school. They didn’t even try to get us to believe in Noah and all those animals.

      We had to learn questions and answer from our catechism before we were confirmed. It was such a big deal a bishop did it at every confirmation in the diocese.

      Thanks-I’ve already started prep for dinner!

  3. olof1 Says:

    We protestants don’t take our first communion until we’re 14-15 years old and most of us did it because we wanted those presents πŸ™‚ My cousine took his communion the same day as I didand I was lucky since my aunts and oncle didn’t like each other but liked my mother so they came to us πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

    Back then we had the same teacher from grade one to three, another from grade four to six and after that we had loads of teachers and I loved my teacher πŸ™‚ unfortunately she had to leave and we got a teacher from hell in third grade and I think all kids were afraid of her πŸ™‚

    Rather nice weather over here today but food poisoning stopped me yesterday and today to enjoy it. I ate a couple of ready made meatballs and they didn’t taste bad, just odd and I thought it was the spices πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ I’m better already but still a bit wobbly in my stomach.

    Have a great day!

    • katry Says:

      It has always been the second grade for us. I don’t think they wear white suits any more. They were really useless except for First Communion and the May procession a month or so later.

      I never had the same teacher twice. Most times I wouldn’t have minded either.

      That’s awful-having food poisoning. I’m glad you got better so quickly. It could have lasted far longer and been so much worse.

      Have a great evening!!

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