Another test Thursday... but surgery is coming soon. Can't occur before a month after my last chemo which would put it somewhere around the 7th of Oct. Fine with me. They can have it all, right now.
When I started first grade at Crawfordsville.... what? High School? I don't know, but we went... first through 12 grade... all together and it was grand!
Anyway, when I started first grade.. oh, I remember many things... I'd grown up in moderate isolation until then. We rode the bus and we were the first on and the last off in the afternoon. We were the furthest children in the back cotton fields at that time. Probably a suberb now but back then... it was isolation.
I can so remember my first day of first grade. What my Mom wore, how my teacher looked and the other kids... what a marvel. There was a petite girl, and she looked like a princess. She had long golden curls and the sweetest smile you'd ever seen. An adorable child. Her name was Joni.
I knew that I loved elementary school. I loved it.
Carlye and I were the back row center of ever photograph. I was tall and thin, Carlye was tall and healthym, for a girl. We became life long friends by merely asking each other if they wanted to be friends. I remember that simple moment as the purest definition of utter trust. "I will be your friend, do you want to be mine?" . My father, my brother and my sister all had the same third grade teacher, Miz Sarah. She'd retired just before I entered third grade.
In first grade, my brother was a senior and in a band (So cool I thought) and just barely made the football team so that we had enough people to even make a team. If anyone was injured or couldn't play, the game was a forfeit. When my brother graduated, there were I believe, eleven of people in th egraduationg class. The whole senior class of Crawfordsville and I was the flower girl ... it should have been Joni.
It was a sweet age and I wouldn't change where and how I grew up for the world.
I still love both Carlye and Joni and I always will.
Patience is a virtue, ya'll.
2 comments:
Oh, Billie! Reading this brought back so MANY memories! Would you believe that Ms. Sara was also my third grade teacher!! That would have made her as old as dirt by the time you got there, so it was time for her to retire. ha
Billie, I think your blog is wonderful and I so admire your outlook on everything. We love you and would like so much to see you, but guess our traveling days have come to an end as your unca' Sam isn't in the best of health. You are in our prayers.
How SWEET! I love you and your posts are so good! I loved going to C'ville. BUT, then we both wound up being neighbors in West Memphis! Just around the corner!! We had lots of fun too. Thinking of you and praying for you.
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