May 24, 2007

Morningdale First Grade



As I've written earlier my dad was the bus driver who dropped me off for my first day of school. After I reached the top of those steps I cried. There were two classroom doors and I worried I'd pick the wrong one. Beyond that my biggest memories equal Dick and Jane Books, playing with a redheaded boy named Rusty, a girl named Julia who was so tiny a high school desk had to be cut down for her and my classroom portrait. I'll have to look for the portrait.

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2 comments:

Camera Crazy said...

This is amazing to me. My elementary school was torn down a few years ago to enlarge the adjacent high school. It was kinda weird as I had learned to read and write there. Additionally I once wet my pants in the fifth grade while wearing my green girl scout uniform. You can imagine how humiliating that was!

Jozee said...

Oh my gosh I always felt so badly for kids that had those random accidents. I can imagine your feelings. So sorry!


In New England we have an expression, use it up , wear it out , make it do. This old building is now making do as a town office building.

What I find astonishing is that in all this time those beautiful fan and sidelights are still there. I don't think those could be replicated for love or money.

This was just a two room schoolhouse, I cried because I was sure I would pick the wrong room. What a silly goose.