“It is indeed a mistake to confuse children with angels”

The day is a beauty, a sit on the deck in the sun and smile sort of day. My deck still looks like winter so it is time to break out spring, to uncover furniture, hang candles, plant window boxes and free the flamingo and the gnome from their winter quarters.

Even when I worked I changed from my school clothes to my play clothes. It was always the first thing I did when I got home. When I was young, my mother reminded me, but that wasn’t really necessary. It was part of the afternoon routine: get home, drop books on the table, put the lunch box in the kitchen and go upstairs to change. This time of year we had lots of light for playing after school, and we had lots of pent-up energy from sitting down most of the day. We usually played until close to dinner time. Homework was done right after dinner at the kitchen table. There was never much of it when I was young. Usually it was finish a work page or learn spelling words for the next day’s test. There were always ten words. The work pages were usually arithmetic, a few problems in division or multiplication. When I was done, I could watch television until it was time for bed. When I think of it now, I realize every day was the same but no day seemed the same. I never thought of yesterday or tomorrow. I was totally involved in today. I was a kid and that’s what we did.

The only thing I remember about my eighth grade graduation was it was in church. The school had no gym or auditorium. We took a class picture with the pastor of the parish and we were in our fancy clothes. There were over ninety of us which meant 45+ students in each of the two eighth grades. I remember the rows of desks. My favorite seat was by the window because of the bookshelves flush against my desk. I used to stash my radio there, put the earphone in one ear, hide it with my hand and listen to music. Once I got caught, but the nun only asked if I could hear well enough. I figured she thought I was a bit deaf. I also used to hide candy there. Fireballs were a favorite. I never got caught. My heart was broken when the nun changed all our seats trying to break up the talkers, and I ended up front. I had to be good. I was too close to the nun’s desk. I did manage, though, to break a rule or two. On really nice days, I hid my brown bag and went out as if I were going home to lunch, and I sometimes came back late but never got in trouble. Other times I’d leave early with some lame excuse like going to the library, and I always got away with it. I was a favorite and I took full advantage.

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6 Comments on ““It is indeed a mistake to confuse children with angels””

  1. olof1 Says:

    We started quite early with English home work, already at third grade and lots of history home wrok is something I remember too. Usually something including stoneage to ironage tombs. We probably had Swedish grammar too but I try not to remember that 🙂

    We never had school uniforms so no change when coming home but I usually ate something and then I went away to my best friend. Homework was always done just before going to bed as I remember it.

    Sunny and almost summer warm here today 🙂 It’s going to be even better as the days pass by they say. I bought myself a peach tree today, I was only going to buy a new water-lily to one of my big water barrels but just couldn’t go away without a hardy enough peach tree 🙂

    Have a great day!

    • katry Says:

      Mostly we didn’t take textbooks home, usually just the work sheets which went with them. We also had grammar, English grammar. We also had religion.

      I wore school uniforms almost my entire school life, but even when I was a teacher, I took off my skirts and such as soon as I got home. I wanted comfort above all else.

      Warm here today. I have widows open to freshen the inside air. Nothing smells better than the fresh air of spring.

      Have a great evening!

  2. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    Changing into play clothes after school was a must. We had to wear dresses to school and dresses just don’t work well with mud and dirt and baseball.
    When I worked, the first thing that came off my body when I got in the door was my shoes. I hated shoes. There are always 2 or 3 pairs stacked beside the front entry where I kicked them off.

    I envy your favorite seat in school. Our seats were always well away from any hiding places.
    Being in the front was a pain. I’m a back of the class person myself. I remember one teacher who placed me in the center front seat simply because she had taught all my uncles and my father and figured the acorn doesn’t roll far from the tree. When I told my father, he laughed and said she’d done it to him, too.

    I spent the morning digging up dirt and planting grass seeds again. I have two test patches. One is tilled deep and the other is merely scratched up with a 3-tine rake. If the scratched one give satisfactory results, that’s how I’ll do the rest because the hand tiller is murder.
    Time to curl up on the couch with Rocky and rest my back.
    Enjoy the day.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Caryn,
      We had to wear uniforms so they were quickly taken off and hung up so we could get comfortable. It was the same when I was teaching. In Ghana I also had to wear dresses but all the time. The only comfy clothes I wore were inside the house as women in those days didn’t wear pants.

      I sat where the nun put me, and it was miserable losing my secret hideaway shelf.

      I have a few patches which need to be replaced; they are mossy. I will point them out to my landscaper when I see him. Next week I will flower and herb shop then get Skip over to clean up the yard, the deck and the veggie and herb gardens.

      Have a great rest!

  3. Bob Says:

    The only time that you can 100% count on children being angels is when they are asleep. The rest of the day it’s just a crap shoot.

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