tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19517251.post4813673432503484522..comments2024-03-13T04:00:21.690-05:00Comments on Life 101 : The start of school ~ My Column from Sunday's paperRick Watsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01005727239466916086noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19517251.post-51792105668165144222014-08-19T21:32:24.343-05:002014-08-19T21:32:24.343-05:00Great description of the school and how you felt,...Great description of the school and how you felt, enjoyed it. But what I liked was the muscle kid (future Charles Atlas), beside a 1956 Ford. My daddy would have liked Mr. Evans, dad turned into a Rambler man after George Romney took over. (smile)jack69https://www.blogger.com/profile/12884137603402812926noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19517251.post-63298383083803404862014-08-19T20:08:48.764-05:002014-08-19T20:08:48.764-05:00My school years are far too long ago for me to rem...My school years are far too long ago for me to remember them, just saying.<br />Jo-Anne's Ramblingshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11418152399382818709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19517251.post-3616717691622067262014-08-19T16:07:17.451-05:002014-08-19T16:07:17.451-05:00I have memories of my elementary school that I hav...I have memories of my elementary school that I have of no other school. Two stories, built at the turn of another century, with an art deco facade that paid tribute to the Native American tribes of my part of Ohio. The particular teachers who shaped my life, for good and the one who told me I would only be average. She meant it, in the meanest way. I wonder if she laid on her death bed, afraid to die because she might have to make up for that bit of meanness. Joanne Noragonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09834682329952369721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19517251.post-36872553889157935782014-08-19T12:50:15.537-05:002014-08-19T12:50:15.537-05:00Dear Rick, your rich and evocative memories brough...Dear Rick, your rich and evocative memories brought many wonderful scenes back to my mind. I went to school in a 1863 building. It was a real Civil War mansion. The front part of it was the three-story convent where the Sisters of Mercy lived and gave music lessons. The back part was two-stories with two classrooms on the first floor and two on the second. At the side was a veranda on both the first and second floors and we walked down the veranda to get to two of the classrooms. I learned so much in those rooms and I had such fine teachers who worked hard to help all of us learn. Good memories. Thank you for sharing yours along with the smell of cedar and the cottonseed oil. Smell brings back so many memories.<br /><br />I'm sad that your brother felt he was overweight and so didn't want to go to school. I hope that changed as he grew older. Peace.Deehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00612299013780771262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19517251.post-1444248553534351742014-08-19T12:01:51.199-05:002014-08-19T12:01:51.199-05:00Hopefully, students today will have great memories...Hopefully, students today will have great memories, but many will have different memories as well. Many students today are home schooled, more than you would think. I do know how much I loved all the students I taught through the years and hope their memories are great!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13606590257093666709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19517251.post-13627323416951281922014-08-18T23:51:12.926-05:002014-08-18T23:51:12.926-05:00I remember elementary school vividly but high scho...I remember elementary school vividly but high school I disliked and so remember little.<br />Our school was very strict and paid more attention to clothing than on lessons.<br />Most teachers sounded bored and mumbled in front of the class and the math teacher had his feet on the desk reading the newspaper. I loved the English teacher I had. He seemed to really care.<br />Unlike today, Kids had to sit, grin and bear it.<br />A Lady's Lifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11973102350411443282noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19517251.post-573111702297769322014-08-18T21:33:39.658-05:002014-08-18T21:33:39.658-05:00I don't remember my first day but I do remembe...I don't remember my first day but I do remember many after that. I was excited to get my new school supplies ... it was fun. For me school was a haven from home. I too hope kids can look back fondly on first days of school :-)Launna https://www.blogger.com/profile/09447311902825477772noreply@blogger.com