Jolly old St. Nicholas

[jackiejj]

When I was seven I got transplanted from a second grade in Clovis, New Mexico to a second grade in Hoisington, Kansas

Comments

[brief_therapy]

I just love the way you write. I don't remember how I found your journal (friend of friend probably) but it's always a joy to see life through your eyes.

[jackiejj]

I post so seldom that I am amazed I have any friends left...thank you so much.

[pameladean]

Oh, wow. This is so good it made me uncomfortable and squirmy, just as I was as a child at about the same time. I would so much rather have been raised by some of my younger friends who are parents now. Mine did their very best, but everybody's ideas were so completely nuts that they could only do so well and no better. Brrrrr.

P.

[jackiejj]

It always amazes me how young my parents were, and how hard they tried to be grownups

[lizardek]

Sounds like your brother has the writing gene, too :)

[_lethe_]

What a wonderful entry. I love these little glimpses into your life.

[jackiejj]

Thank you!

I've been remembering St. John's all morning.

[ibid]

Wonderful! More please

[jackiejj]

Thanks!

Well, my brother, the Mike in the story and the photo, wrote me in response to this post, saying:

"Not to quibble but it was Mrs. Barns and Miss Drain. The arm Miss Drain would use to swat you with was drawn up and shriveled (according to Mom) from polio. I spent a good deal of the first grade in a desk placed outside the class door, or alternatively in the cloak room where I'd mix up the galoshes. Mom used to tell about coming to Lincoln School for some reason and finding me sitting quietly in my hall desk playing with some string. I still remember distinctly the time I surprised Mom by walking home after lunch because I thought school was over and my (not too disturbed) curiosity at the empty school yard and full bike racks. Mom took me back."

[lizardek]

Please sir, I'd like some more!

[jackiejj]

Thank you! --See my comment just above (to ibid), wherein my brother Mike talked about his experiences in Lincoln School at that age...

[jackiejj]

Oh! I see that you had already read my brother's post...sorry!