Thursday, February 25, 2010

Sharing Memories (Week 13): Junior High Grades 7-8

When we left elementary school, in Edmond, OK., we "graduated" to Junior High School. It was somewhat traumatic in that the close-nit group of kids I had gone all the way through elementary with were joined by 3 other schools.  Interestingly it really didn't matter because I was involved in a church group and we tended to do things together at school also.  Most of all,  I loved the movement of Junior High School.  It was a mini High School, we changed classes, had lockers, and could leave if we wanted between 3 period and 4th for lunch. The High School mascot was the Bulldogs and that was true for the JR High also.  We even had school colors the same, gray and maroon. 
Did I say that choosing the courses I wanted to take,and  freedom were several reasons I loved this age.  I could not tell you who my instructors were, but they were okay. I did well in my classes.  Not all A's, but then not all C's.  I have some of my report cards in a box somewhere.
It was in Junior High School that I began my love affair with music.  I chose band as an elective and began to play the french horn. We even learned to march and would occasionally join the HS for a football half time.  We would march in the homecoming parade.  I don't think the parades even exist any longer,

I loved the melodious sounds of the french horn and most of all, I loved the harmonious sounds of all the instruments playing together.  I was an okay player, but just one of the group, not what you would call out standing.  
I also learned about drama.  I had always loved the programs we had in elementary, but they were never anything other than singing in a group or standing in place.  In drama class, we learned to act.  It was so much fun. We performed for the school.   I remember there was one play in which I played one of three witches.  Someone forgot their lines, and I had to ad lib until they were prompted for their lines.
I was on the pep squad, we had a football and basketball team.  I never played sports myself, but enjoyed rooting for the team.
My best friend and I went to church together, were on the pep squad together and hung out at each other's homes. We were friends until we graduated from High School.  Then she married and I went away to school.
Now we try to keep in touch via the internet.
This was just before I 'graduated' to High School.  Don't you love the hair. 

Kiddo's, I look at your schools now in contrast to my school then and I will tell you, we were in an age of innocence compared to yours.   I loved the ability to walk home from school, it was only 2 miles.  I loved walking to my aunts house where she made me lunch, then walking back to school for the afternoon classes.    Girls were modest, the boys were dressed in shirts and jeans, no t-shirts back then.  But most of all, there was modest language and actions, with respect to authority.  I will tell you when I saw the changes begin,  I was in High School.  I am sorry I can not seem to find any of my Junior High pictures, if I find them I will post them for you.
Do you agree that things have changed?

Monday, February 22, 2010

New Arrival! It Is All Good!

My daughter gave birth to a beautiful 7#5oz little boy this morning.  We are all excited.  She went through 2 months of bed rest to give him time to develop that healthiness.  The teenage boys are happy to have another rug rat to pester, and the toddler is glad there will be a baby to rock.  As you can tell the boys and the grandmother are just as happy as the mom.  What a treasure to have another addition to our eternal family!  I know that the grandfather is joyful in heaven that his grandson arrived safely.  Life is all good.

 And now the grandmomE got her chance to hold him..
Precious bundle.

What Do You Do While Waiting On a Baby to Come

If you are like the toddler or the next to the oldest, you might crawl up in bed turn on a preschool show and wait.  Of course, you may fall asleep.

If you are the oldest, and trying to meet a class activity dead line.  You might stay up and make a Blueberry Cheesecake to take to school the next day.  Of course, your grandmom will have to stay up with you...; )

Yes! We sampled the blueberry topping.  MMM Good.

Can you tell that by 12:30am we were getting tired?
With five hours of sleep, the grandson was ready to take his finished product to school.
We gave up at 1am and went on to bed to be awakened at 4:45am with the news.
That is for the next post.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Sharing Memories (Week 12): Valentine's Day Stories 'Loves Beginning'

I am continuing to join Loraine at Olive Tree Genealogy Blog   with her Sharing Memories Prompts.
My Valentine memories are as far back as my mom and dad's continuing courtship as I grew up.  My dad would always buy a Valentine and even roses for my mom on Valentine's Day.  It is a small wonder, that as my children grew, it was a remembered holiday.  However, there was an added factor. It was the day my Hero and I reconnected.  Here is how the story went.  
When the Hero and I first started dating it was in October.  We dated for about two months and I was deeply entranced by him on my way to loving him.  We were having fun and enjoyed our dates, so it was a shock to me when he said, "I won't be seeing you any longer", just after Christmas.  Now that was just not right, no warning, no reason, just bye.  I was shocked and needless to say spent several days crying.  I could not understand his reasoning, because we related so well.  The thought of  not even being friends was just unbelievable.  My roommate knew how I was suffering and would listen to my questions of why and empathize with me.  Two months went by and Valentine's Day was nearing.  I (devious woman that I was) thought he can't turn away Fudge.  So I called, and he and his roommate ( I had included his roommate so he wouldn't take it personal ; )  ) accepted my offering of fudge.  I took it over and visited awhile, then went home.  That night he called and asked if we could just friend date, like going to the library to study, etc.  That was good.  I accepted and our courtship began again, we dated for another 6 months and he asked me to marry him...that is another story for another time. He admitted to me many years later that the time we were apart, he had spent trying to forget me by dating others, it just didn't work, because he would stand them up.   He did not understand what was happening to him until I brought the fudge over and then he knew he just didn't want to forget me.  Ah, the power of Fudge, I, of course, kept the tradition of a special fudge, gifts, cards, on Valentine's Day for our family in remembrance of the day my Valentine opened up his door to me.

The Valentine Card above is from The Graphics Fairy.

Monday, February 15, 2010

Somethings Don't Change

Over the years somethings just don't change and I am glad.  For Valentines Day I received a card that was designed and made by my grandson's.  It reminded me of the cards I would make when I was in elementary school.  I looked in my keepsake box and found card that I had made when I was 8 for my mom and dad.  That made me think, what fun a scrapbook page would be, using the two cards made 2 generations and 52 years apart.  Sentiments are the same and the fun of making your own creation and giving it to someone you care about  is still a uplifting activity.
Thank you my grandsons for being so special.
Love GrandmomE

Elements and paper are from Misty Belle

Saturday, February 13, 2010

This is Some Fun and A Happy Valentines Day

Chitra at My was kind enough to award me a Sweet Award.  She is really the one who deserves it.  I love her blog.  She takes trips and shares the sights of her country and insights into her religion.  She is a lovely lady, and I thank her.

There are 3 rules, one is acknowledging the blogger who passed it on which I have done.  The second is to share ten things that makes me happy, and the third is to pass it on to 10 bloggers.

Here are my 10 things that make me happy.
1. My faith in Christ
2. My family (focus is on my six children and 14 (& one on the way) grandchildren
3. Listening to the sounds of nature sitting on my back porch on the farm
4. The delightful sound of children's laughter
5. Finding my ancestors and helping others do the same
6. Gardening, flowers or veggies.
7. Sharing with others
8. Giving Hugs
9. Finishing a sewing project that turns out well.  LOL
10.Making a meal that others enjoy.

I have received this award on my genealogy blog so I am running short on names, but if I duplicate it is because I love you.  Some may chose to not accept because of the nature of their blogs, but I would like to show appreciation for them and their influence in making my blogging time a happy one.
1. Lisa at A Light That Shines Again  her knowledge of Irish research has given me a resurgence of hope.
2. Alana at A Twig in My Tree  She has such interesting stuff and keeps me really thinking.
3. Sara at Art by Sara Soules  I love her art  work and I feel happy looking at her work.
4. 'Blondie' at Blondie'sJournal   I feel uplifted by her beautiful pictures and arrangements.
5. Brenda at BryAntics  She has the most creative poems and rhymes.
6. Wendy at Changes with Seasons Her pictures and insights are beautiful
7. Sherry at Country Wings in Phoenix If you want to be awed and hear uplifting as well as funny thoughts she has it
8. Carrie at Ginger-Lemon Girl marvelous gluten free recipes and a boon to my recently diagnosed daughters
9.  Deb at Life on the Funny Farm Her down to earth stories are great.
10. Christina at Blessings Realized A happy young lady.
You never know how you are touching others.  Bless you all.

Monday, February 8, 2010

Sharing Memories Week 11 Elementary School Days

The majority of my elementary days were spent at Campus Elementary that was in the above building call Old North Building of Central State College (It is now Central State University and the elementary school is no longer there). The picture was before I came there. It was the original building of the college which was considered a 'normal' college, meaning it taught teachers to teach. (A normal school was a school created to train high school graduates to be teachers. Its purpose was to establish teaching standards or norms, hence its name.)

I was in the second grade when we moved to Edmond, OK. My teacher was Mrs Russell. I loved the room I was in. It was bright and sunny and there were great manipulative toys/learning tools to use if we could not go outside at recess. The lunch room was down stairs, the library was in the next building and the PE was across campus as was the music classes. We went to where the college's buildings for those disciplines were.

In the third year my teacher at  Campus was Mrs Stanton.  It was a fun time.  My mother was preparing for her student teaching, so she would come and get me to do demonstrations in her classes at college.  She had to do her student teaching the second half of the third year, so we moved to another town for 6 months.  I do remember that I stepped on a nail and could not walk at the end of the year.  My dad carried me to the park so I could picnic with the class on the last day of school.

We were back at Campus for the fourth grade.  Mrs Gayle was my teacher.  She was in her 50's, had gray hair and wore it in a pony tail.  I remember struggling with math, but I loved reading.  My favorite day was library day because we would go and spend several hours at the library.  I was beginning to dislike recess, because the boys delighted in calling me 'Frances the talking mule'. Of course I was bad and would chase them. My mother would get angry because frequently I would come home with a torn dress.

The fifth grade I am not sure who the teacher was.  I hated PE because I was skinny and they would have us swim with the boys, and I could not figure out how to swim.  I was in Jr. High before I knew how to float, and college before I learned to actually swim strokes. I remember once being on the balance bars with my friends... I said "look no hands".  The next thing I knew I was sitting on my bottom on the ground.  We all had a good laugh.

The sixth grade was marvelous.  I forgot to mention every year the Music department of the college would prepare the grades to have a "big production" program.  Usually it was at Christmas.  I loved music.  I took lessons from one of the professors.  I wish I had made better use of my opportunity.  The program below is of our Christmas program that year. If you click on it you can read it.  I was an 'angel'.   With that I will close.  I loved elementary.  I had a wonderful environment and marvelous teachers that encouraged and gave us the full scope of education.  Not everyone was so lucky, I am thankful I was.

Thursday, February 4, 2010

My Special Dress And A Dream Prom

As I was reading through some of the best posts of the week, I came across injaynesworld post with the premise that everyone should have that one special dress.  She finished her post with "what was your special dress?"  I thought about it and had an ah ha moment.  This was a story for my granddaughters and grandson's.

My special dress was my Junior Prom dress.  Interestingly, I had just been talking with my granddaughter about prom dresses.  I told her that every girl should have a special store bought dress for her first prom.  There is something about having that dress that makes you feel fine.  You know from the moment you put it on that you and the dress are one and it brings out every good point in you.

As we were nearing our Junior/Senior Prom.  The Juniors always planned and implemented the prom for the Seniors.  I worked on the committees  and engaged in the "girl talk" about who was going with who.  As the date began to near, I could see the young man (the one who attended my 16th birthday party) was not going to ask me, as a matter of fact no one had asked me. 

At first, I was sad and feeling blue, then some friends said "we don't have a date either, why don't we all go together?"  My response was "why not".  That threw my mom into a tizzy.  We had to go shopping.  I had to make an appointment for my hair.  My dad was like, "Well no boy asked my girl out...they'll be sorry." (You know how dad's are.)  There were only a few dress shops in town, so it was not hard to visit them and narrow down to the dress that was my heart's desire.  I must digress here. I always felt out of step with my time.  I was enamored by the clothing of the civil war (you know where I am going).  I loved hoop skirts.  This was not the dress of 1964. I found the only hoop skirt dress in town.  I put it on and oh my, I felt like I had stepped into another era and was Miss Scarlet.  Well, it wasn't that big of a skirt, but it did swish and sway.  The color was perfect for me and my dad loved it.  He took me to have my picture made after I had my hair done.  I was allowed to drive myself to the dance. 

When I arrived, I was the center of attraction, some good, some not. No one else had a full skirt.  I did not care, I was having fun.  I was living the life of Maria in West Side Story, "I feel pretty, oh so pretty, I feel witty and pretty...and I pity any girl who isn't me today..."

A little after we arrived, in came my "crush".  He was dateless, because his date had stood him up.  I should have been glad, but I felt sorry for him.  He joined our group.  The only way I can describe his walking up to me and asking me to dance was the song "Lady in Red".   He loved the way the dress swayed and would swirl me around.  I never sat one dance out. It was like a dream, every minute was perfect.  The dress and I were one.   I felt beautiful.  The whole evening was permanently imprinted in my feelings and in my memory.