“You can never be overdressed or overeducated.”
My deck flowers have drooped. It was just too cold last night. Even Nala was out and back inside quickly. She usually roams the yard. I put a blanket on my bed. With that and the two dogs around me, I was cozy last night.
Today will be cold, in the 40’s. We have sun now, but it’ll disappear. It is a bundle day, a layer against the cold day. It feels like winter.
When I travel, I am a morning person. I am up and about early. I wander. The cities are themselves in the morning with people walking to work, stopping for coffee to go and munching pastry or bread. As for now, I am a night person. I go to bed in the wee hours. The house next door always leaves a light on as does the house behind mine. I love the silence of the night.
I went to St. Patrick’s grammar school for eight years. We had two of each grade. We baby boomers were many. Mostly it was all the same kids in my classes through the years, and I still keep in touch with some of the friends I made back then. I have snippets of memories of those years. I can even still see some of those memories in my mind’s eye. The cloak room outside my first grade classroom is bright in my memories. Every hook was filled with a couple of winter coats, and coats were squeezed between the hooked coats. I remember sitting on the floor to put my boots on.
I remember Mrs. Kerrigan, my second grade teacher. She was old. She wore flowered dresses and old lady black shoes with laces and clunky heels. She lived in a second floor apartment across from the church. In hindsight, I figure she could have been the poster lady for unmarried teachers in the 1950’s and earlier.
I had a nun teacher in the third grade. Our class was in the cellar of the rectory. I mostly liked her. She let Duke my dog stay in the room when he followed me to school. I didn’t like her when she embarrassed me in front of the class by telling me not to sing for the May procession. I didn’t sing in public after that until I started playing the uke.
In the fourth grade we were in double sessions. I had a no nonsense teacher but I liked her. She had gone to high school with my mother. That’s what I remember.
In the fifth grade, I had an enormous nun who mostly sat at her desk. She had favorites. I wasn’t one of them.
The best memories are from the last three grades. I’ll save them for later.
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October 29, 2024 at 2:17 pm
Hi Kat,
Today is mostly cloudy with a chance of rain coming tomorrow evening along with a cold front. The high temperature for today is a cool 86° but windy.
I went to several schools as a kid. I can’t remember the name of my first grade school, but I attended Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Elementary school in the second grade. When we moved into the house my parents purchased, I attended Walnut Hill elementary school. The school building and the playground were destroyed by the same tornado that wrecked our old neighborhood. I then attended E.H. Cary Jr. High until the middle of the eighth grade. That’s when I moved back to New York City. The Jr. High was also destroyed by the same tornado. They have rebuilt what was the Jr. High as an elementary school, rebuilt the old elementary school into some kind of learning center, and the high school, which I would have attended, had I remained in Dallas, Thomas Jefferson High School has also been rebuilt as it was only half destroyed.
That Tornado struck in October 2019. This October we have had no rain at all. However, usually October is our second wettest month. May is our first wettest and most likely to produce lines of Thunderstorms and possible tornados.
When our parents returned from WWII, they wasted no time reproducing. We boomers have been like a snake that ate a large rat. We have been going along through that snake of time. Just now we are coming to the end of our generation. Sadly, if Trump wins next week, this country will become the crap from the snake.
October 29, 2024 at 9:12 pm
Hi Bob,
The warm weather will be back this weekend. It will be in the 60’s. Tonight is in the low 50’s.
I attended that grammar school, from grades 1 through 8. I attended one high school for grade 9-11 then we moved to the cape where I attended the local high school. It was the first time I went to a public school. I made many friends in that one year, and I attend all the reunions. I think that is because I decided to live on the cape after Peace Corps.
Only one tornado has hit the cape in my memory. It destroyed part of a motel which never reopened.
I think that war made people realize how tenuous life can be so they decided to get married and start families. Also, many men were away for so long during the war that they were anxious to settle down. Then the deluge of babies began.