“Let us remember: One book, one pen, one child and one teacher can change the world.”

Today is a beautiful day, warm, sunny and dry. The breeze is so slight only a leaf or two flutters. Right now everything is quiet, but earlier this morning, I could hear trucks at my across the street neighbor’s house. They had a new septic put in a couple of weeks ago which took three or four days of truck sounds and of Henry barking at every movement. I think today they are filling holes and moving dirt so the torn up lawn can be reseeded. The trucks are still there so the quiet is temporary. I’m figuring it must be lunch time. Henry too is on break, but once the noise resumes, he will continue to bark until they are gone. He will continue to drive me crazy.

On this first day of school for kids around here, I am reminded of my school days. I have visual memories of my grammar school years. I can see my first grade classroom, and I remember where I sat. Because that was my first school experience, it is etched in my memory banks. It was 66 years ago. My third grade class was in the garage. We had tables instead of desks. My table was the last on the right, and I sat directly across from the clock. I have memories of all classrooms and some teachers, but my favorite memories are of the eighth grade and Sister Hildegarde. That poor woman was totally misplaced. She needed to be at maybe the second grade level where the little kids were still in awe of nuns. We drove her crazy. I took advantage of her and left school early or came back late from lunch. She didn’t mind. She made us memorize the Declaration of Independence. I have no idea why. We had to stand and recite the parts we had memorized. She kept track of where each of us was. I easily memorized the first part. When it came to bad King George and all “repeated injuries and usurpations,” I cheated. My desk was flush with Sister Hildegarde’s so I put my history book on the floor where she couldn’t see it and used it to recite. I was careful not to be perfect. She never caught on.

The guys are back from lunch, and Henry is barking so I just shut the front door. Henry is now on the couch napping. He is on one side of me, and the cat, also napping, is on the other. My house is wonderfully quiet, time for music! Alexa…

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13 Comments on ““Let us remember: One book, one pen, one child and one teacher can change the world.””

  1. Birgit Says:

    Speaking of Independence and King George, I’m just watching the British Parliament debate. Drama, comedy, rules, fate, courteous language, brexit, fighting for democracy … Ooooorder!
    (Music later.)

    • hedley Says:

      Birgit
      I am not planning a trip to the old country until next summer. But, if they do decide to do the whole no deal Brexit or mess it up even further by putting Corbyn in to power, a significant drop in the pound will get me on a plane

      To put it another way, I watch the exchange rate constantly and am hoping for a major screw up !

    • katry Says:

      Birgit,
      That debate makes television pale in comparison. The US legislature tends to be quite civilized. That is too bad as I’d love a bit of fireworks.

      Enjoy!

    • Bob Cohen Says:

      May the British people suffer the full extent of their Brexit foolishness. It’s based on prejudice and jingoisim. 🙁

  2. hedley Says:

    Michigan remains a construction wonderland, as the roads and freeways have become a natural barrier to any destination. This morning those big yellow things were rolling along with the kiddie cars heading to the 3 high schools with anxious youngsters texting their chums as the new term began. Me, I listened to Howard Stern and accepted another 15 minutes on my drive.

    Back in the old country there was no such drama when school started. Dan and Roger and David and I simply jumped on the 470 bus which was routed from Ashtead to Dorking by London Transport and prepared for another term of socialization, interrupted every now and again by some stupid academic requirement. Three of us remain in touch across over 50 years through the digital world of facebook and Skype.

    • katry Says:

      My Dear Hedley,
      I loved too close for the bus. There were 12 or more busses (depending on the school population) dropping off and lining up at the end of the day. I hated getting behind one of those busses. The ones with the little kids stopped every other street or so.

      During my high school years, I boarded the Eastern Mass bus which went from Stoneham to Winchester then to the final destination, Arlington where my school was.

      That you have been able to keep up with your friends through all these years is amazing and wonderful. I am in tough with a few but mostly through Facebook.

  3. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    I do remember my first day in first grade. We all had our mothers with us and were standing around the edge of the classroom as something or other was being done. Registration probably. There was a set of extremely blonde twin girls with features that made me think they looked like old people for some reason. We went all the way through to high school together and I still thought that about them. 🙂

    It’s been unusually quiet around here all day. There wasn’t even background highway hum this morning which is totally weird. The mail truck came by and the dogs sang for him. But that’s it. They are asleep on either side of me on the couch. As usual, Piki Dog is hogging all the pillows.

    It’s mostly sunny and warm up here but there’s a steady light breeze to cool things off.

    I managed to get the laundry into the washing machine. Progress.
    Enjoy the day.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Caryn,
      I applaud your laundry’s progress. I had to shame myself into doing mine. Of course, now I have more laundry starting. It never ends.

      My mother walked me to school but didn’t come in with me. I was already registered so I just followed the nun inside the building. There were two classmates of mine with me in that first grade who went with me through high school in Arlington and to Merrimack.

      The truck guys are gone so I am able to open my front door again. What did I see but turkeys, many turkeys, sunning themselves on the grass and eating the clematis flowers.

      It is quite warm here, no breeze at all.

      Have a great day!

  4. Bob Cohen Says:

    Hi Kat,

    I don’t remember my first day of first grade. However, I do remember the first day of school begining some of the later grades. I remember going to the store with my mother before the second day of class along with hundreds of other kids to buy school supplies. Our textbooks where hand me down books and we either had to buy paper book covers or we had to make our own book covers using cut up brown paper grocery bags.

    I remember going to school on days like today with sunny skies and high a temperature of 97 degrees, before the schools had air conditioning and we sweated a lot. 🙁

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      We too had those hand me down books. I always used paper bags to cover mine. I also remember going to the store for all my school supplies. When I was young, I loved a new pencil box.

      We never got that hot either in September or at then end of the year in June. September has always been the loveliest month.

  5. olof1 Says:

    I doremember my first day at school and where I sat and I also remember what my school bag looked like. It was green and looked slightly as a briefcase but I could also strap it to my back like a back pack 🙂 It smelled so nice and I wish that we had saved it but my mother has never been much for saving things of sentimentalk reasons.

    I too have been looking as muchg as possible on what is happening in the British Parliament. At least the British parliament aren’t boring 🙂 🙂 🙂 They have two big problems though, they have a Trump wannabe as a prime minister, a reeal nut head and a sadly weak Leader of the Opposition but they are at least not boring 🙂 🙂

    Have a great day!

    Christer.

    • katry Says:

      Christer,
      My mother saved some things.When I bought my house, she brought me a chair my fathers uncle had made for me whenI was three. She also brought egg cups we used for eggs on school mornings. They are hens and some are missing beaks, but just having them is enough.

      Good luck to the British. We are suffering through our own nut case. Nope, not boring here either.


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