Randy Seaver's "Genea-Musings" mission for us this week is:
Your Mission, should you decide to accept it (cue the Mission Impossible music here) is to:
Have you written your memoirs yet? If so, please share with us one story from your childhood. If not, then start your memoirs! The story could be a memory of your family life, your schoolwork, your neighborhood, etc. It doesn't have to be a certain length-- just something you recall.
Here's my story:
Kindergarten 1960
As an only
child, I stayed at home with my mother all day, every day. Daddy went to work, the neighbor children
went to school, but I had to stay at home.
When I was only four, my mother decided I was ready for kindergarten. Or maybe she just wanted to get me out from
underfoot!
In 1960, there was no public
kindergarten in North Carolina. My
mother figured that if I had to drop out or repeat the class in private school,
it wouldn’t be on my permanent record. I
was born in late October, so I had just missed the cut-off. I wasn’t that much younger than some of the other
children.
So in the
fall of 1960, I started kindergarten at First Presbyterian Church School in
Winston-Salem. I loved every single
thing about kindergarten!
I loved
going somewhere every day.
I loved
being around other children, who wanted to play and be silly like I did.
I loved
singing songs and listening to stories.
I loved
playing outside and racing around.
I loved
learning colors and letters and numbers.
For nap time,
we had to bring a bath towel from home and lay on it on the floor. We didn’t have to go to sleep, but we had to
lie down and be quiet. I distinctly remember
lying there thinking what fun I was having at kindergarten!
The only
problem was that I was very envious of another little girl’s hair. I had short blond wavy hair. She had very long, smooth, dark brown
hair. And she sometimes wore it plaited
into two pigtails. I was so envious, my
little 5-year-old self couldn’t stand it!
So one day, I dipped her pigtails in paint. She swung her head, the pigtails went flying,
and so did the paint!
Despite that
incident, the next year, I started first grade.
School was not nearly as much fun.
It was work!
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I'm seated in the front row, 5th from left. The girl with the pigtails is 2 seats to my right. |