“Education is learning what you didn’t even know you didn’t know.”

Every morning is now the same: cool in the house from the cold nights while the outside air is warm with sun. Last night I woke up chilly and added an afghan to my bed. It’s not yet comforter weather, but we’re getting closer.

The worst is yet to come. Soon it will be shut down the deck time, my final acknowledgement that summer has ended. I’ll leave out a couple of chairs as I am ever hopeful for warm days and maybe enough sun to make me lazy and tired and ready for a nap.

Summer seemed to stretch forever when I was young. I was never mindful of the days passing. I’d ride my bike or walk the tracks or be at the playground throwing horseshoes, playing tennis or softball. By bedtime I was exhausted, and sleep came almost as soon as I closed my eyes. When my birthday came in August, I knew school wasn’t far away. The trip to the shoe store sealed my fate.

I was always excited the first day of school. I liked school and loved learning. It was the getting up early part I didn’t like. My mother always made breakfast. I was a cocoa drinker. Everyone else drank tea. My mother used a china tea-pot. It had flowers on it, and it always made the table look just a little bit fancy even without a tablecloth. We had eggs or oatmeal in the winter. On the warmer days we just had toast and cold cereal. I always wanted to be the first one to open a new bottle of milk so I could scoop the cream. I was a dunker and dunked my toast in the cocoa though graham crackers were always my favorite. It took skill in knowing exactly when to take the graham crackers out of the cup before the end dissolved. I was an expert.

My friend from up the street would knock at the back door so we could walk to school together. My mother would hand us our lunch boxes, we’d grab our school bags and off we’d go.

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12 Comments on ““Education is learning what you didn’t even know you didn’t know.””

  1. olof1 Says:

    Strange really, one day it was summer and the next it was autumn πŸ™‚ I can’t say I ever noticed the slow change between seasons when I was a kid πŸ™‚

    I never dunked my sandwich in my cocoa, I wasn’t an expert You see and I hated when half the sandwich was floating around in the cocoa πŸ™‚ Still the same but I do it with crackers now days.

    I loved school and as I always have been a morning person that didn’t bother me, I wasn’t too fond of homework though πŸ™‚

    Warm and dry here today and the rain they predicted sems to move away even further in to the future. I rarely say I want rain but now we really need it. Well a neighbor needs it badly because his well has dried out now.

    Have a great day!

    • katry Says:

      I think when school started I considered it fall no matter how warm it might have been.

      It was toast I dunked, never a sandwich as I only drank cocoa in the morning or on a cold winter’s day after playing in the snow. I never lost toast to the cocoa but I sometimes had graham crackers floating.

      I never minded homework. In elementary school I’d go play first then come in and do my home work. In high school, I got home so late I did my homework right away.

      I’m wearing my sweatshirt as this room is still cold even with the windows closed. The day is nice and bright and sunny.

  2. Coleen Burnett Says:

    I have NEVER liked mornings. I seemed to always be half asleep when I got ready for school…

    Funny thing…hated oatmeal as a kid, and now i eat a huge bowl of it every morning. What’s wrong with me?

    Waving from Jersey,


    • katry Says:

      When I worked, my alarm went off at 5 o’clock and I always moaned and groaned. That gave me time for a couple of cups of coffee and the paper before I left at 6:20 for work.

      Now I hate it when I have to get up for anything. This morning it was breakfast, and the alarm went off at 7:45 and I wan’t all that happy.

      I liked it as a kid, but I never eat oatmeal now!

      Waving from a sunny Cape Cod!

  3. Hedley Says:

    The Daily Telegraph has announced that we are to be subjected to a Subo – Elvis Presley duet of “Oh Come All Ye Faithful” for Christmas.

    A dead King and the dreadful Susan Boyle overdubbing Elvii’s 1971 version. It could be worse that the Dylan Christmas album.

    Perhaps the only thing worse would be Lennie and Bob doing “Little Drummer Boy” or Subo butchering “Gaudete” or worse taking Kirsty’s part on “Fairytale of New York”

    Please resist all temptation during the Christmas season πŸ™‚

    • katry Says:

      My Dear Hedley,
      I would have thought nothing could be worse than the Dylan album, but I may have to reconsider. Subo and Elvis would not get this member of the faithful to come.

      I’m hoping for a Lennie-Bob Duet!

  4. Bob Says:

    When I was a kid my mother always made me breakfast before sending me off to school. My mother and father always liked soft boiled eggs and toast. They dipped the toast into the egg which was opened into a cup. To this day I can’t eat a soft boiled egg. There is something about the way it looks and that it has the consistency or yellow mucus. However, I will eat fried eggs over easy and even poached eggs. I don’t think that they have the connotation of my mother’s breakfast. My breakfast was always hot or cold cereal. I always opened the box from the bottom to get at the prize sooner.

    I rode my bike to elementary school which was a few blocks from our house. When I went to Junior High School I walked the one block to from our house. Like you I was ready for school to start because I was bored by the end of August.

    • katry Says:

      I loved soft boiled eggs. My mother served them in egg cups and cut the toasts so they’d fit into the shell for dipping. When I moved into my own house, she gave me the egg cups which were chickens, some of which had lost their beaks. I like soft boiled eggs with crackers crumbled with them. If they are cooked right, there is still a yolk, and they look worth eating.

      My mother always called poached eggs dropped eggs on toast so that’s how I think of them. This morning I had scrambled eggs. They were just right.

      My mother was never happy when we opened the box from the bottom.

      I loved riding my bike to school. It seemed to give me that much more time in the afternoon to play.

  5. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    We usually got Cream of Wheat. Bleh. Once in a while we would get oatmeal with butter and cinnamon. That was okay.

    I tried to get to the milk before my mother. She always skimmed all the cream off the top and put it aside for coffee. I preferred to shake the bottle and mix it all in. I still shake milk cartons to this day.
    Do you remember in winter, the cream would freeze and expand and push the paper cap up out of the bottle? πŸ™‚

    It’s between weather today. Between summer and fall. I like it. I keep eyeing my unfinished knitted afghan and thinking about working on it some more. That’s a sure sign that autumn has returned.

    Enjoy the day.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Caryn,
      I think an old shoe would taste good with cinnamon and butter! I never ate Cream of Wheat.

      It was first come first to the cream in my house. My mother was never a coffee drinker so we didn’t have to worry about her. I don’t remember ever shaking milk cartons but if I do, it subconscious.

      Exactly the same weather today. I’m wearing a sweatshirt and have shut the windows. The back door is open so Gracie can come and go,, and that’s where the cold air is from.

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