My favorite memory by far was finding the silver egg in the wooden tool box during our Easter egg hunt. I also loved looking into the cookie jar to see if today was a snack day because our teacher decided to make us treats. Of course, there was the tooth chart where you got to put your name every time you lost a tooth. (I think my greatest academic failure was never getting a chance to put my name on the chart - my teeth were late bloomers.) Hunkering down for story time on bean bags also tops the list. Plus, there was the store you created to learn about economics. Pancakes and syrup in the fall as Pilgrims and Indians. And finally, going out into the hallway to read with a friend's mom in the cardboard enclosed reading area. But all of those memories were created and facilitated by my teacher, Mrs. Graham.
I was working today when my 1st grade teacher walked into the store. I have two comments regarding this encounter. First, I am old. When I asked her if she taught at Swallow, she replied that she retired back in '92 (fifteen years ago!). I was not in her last class, actually, I graduated from Swallow as an 8th grader the next year. Secondly, I was looking at her as a woman who is slightly taller than I, as you all know then, she is short. The thing is, as a six year old, I thought she was a giant.
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I loved Mrs. Graham. Thanks for reminding me of missing my name in the french fry container on the bulletin board because I never lost a tooth either!! I did enjoy the rest of the memories. Did you make the dinosaur in 1st grade or did I?
I think you made the dinosaur. We might have, but I really can't remember,
1st grade didn't go quite as well for me. I had Miss Hildebrandt. During music class, the only thing I ever wanted was the triangle. All I ever got were those stupid gord shakers or the bumpy wooden thing that you rub against a stick.
Miss Manda. My parents still have some contact with her - she does missions work based out of the ole KMEFC. I remember having lines in the Christmas Musical at Heritage that year. Becky Kossow had a crush on Marty Somethingorother and then she left never to return . . . I love you, Katy! I got out of trouble once, and only once, for claiming that Satan made me do it. While playing pretend Wizard of Oz, I punched Jessica Hohl in the stomach because I was Toto and she was the Wicked Withch of the West (I remember laughing while I did it). A certain girl (kept anonymous with the rare chance she would ever read this) had a crush on me from 1st grade through 5th grade because I was the prince and she was the princess in our in-class interpretation of the Princess and the Pea. She talked for years of how I had to kiss her hand - EVEN THOUGH I only pretended to kiss her hand and kissed my own hand instead! And, I still remember my first speech meet poem:
I had a little turtle who lived in a box. He swam in the puddles and he climbed on the rocks.
He snapped at a mosquito; he snapped at a flea. He snapped at a minnow, and he snapped at me.
He caught the mosquito; he caught the flea. He caught the minnow, but he didn't catch me!
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