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|On Sunsdays we went to Mass with Dad while Mom went to Methodist service next door. I liked the feeling of catharsis when the last song was upbeat. SOmetimes we stopped at High;s for milk or a snack on the way home. Sunday dinner was often a baked chicken. I had no cousins anywhere on the east coast. So it was just us. Maybe thats why I'm antisocial.
I miss getting bridal wreath put on my head for the May Procession at school. I miss the smell of old wood in old classrooms. The huge tall windows with lots of natural light, and roll down shade that you reached with a long pole-hook. I miss the cloakroom! I could visit that school and see f they still have them or have remodeled. That would be a loss. Lunchboxes and new vinyl bookbags. The mimeograph sheets! My girlfriend who stood with me at recess every day, even when I stood around the corner from Robert and hooted at him cuz he was the cutest boy IMHO. I guess I was quite happy in all the grade school years. My world was stable and very comfortable. I miss feeling that the world is stable and comfortable.
I think that I shall never see...A poem lovely as a tree ( Kilmer) Whatever the weather, you can bring your own sunshine (DD) I'm not REAL smart but I think I'm pretty good average (my dad)