First Grade Memories

Posted by Kelly on December 2, 2008 in Club 8, DJ, mp3, Skye, Slides, Starr | 2 comments

I was randomly reminded of my first grade teacher this morning. Mrs. Ackerman. I loved Mrs Ackerman, she sweetly put up with me when I would visit her home which was in my neighborhood. This was back in the day when we were allowed to wander the neighborhoods or to go to the corner store by ourselves! We would chat, she would feed me cookies and sometimes we would do a craft or something fun. I am embarrassed now that I took up her time like that, but I really enjoyed visiting her! She was a grandmotherly type with grown children…probably around my age now!!…gah, I hope I don’t seem grandmotherly to anyone! Being a grandmother is one thing…being grandmotherly is another…I am not there yet. My mom isn’t there yet!

I was very much the same person then that I am today. Show and Tell was pure unadulterated torture. I would much rather watch others. Observing is good, sharing is hard. I often did my own thing, but only in a personal way. I used to write really really tiny, for no other reason than I wanted to. I tried to fit my printing inside the blue lines on my paper. (um, maybe I was trying to hide there in the lines?) Mrs. Ackerman tried to tell me that I couldn’t do that, and I pointed out that I could…easily. I wasn’t trying to talk back, I just didn’t understand. Then she explained that I mustn’t, shouldn’t…just don’t do it! Ah, okay, I see.
It was a real estate sign that said Ackerman that unexpectedly brought these memories flooding back to me as I drove past it while running errands this morning. Funny how random things will do that to you!

Coincidentally, Starr’s friend Skye is having a First Grade Christmas party this weekend. The guests are invited to dress as they did for their first grade Christmas. Starr actually has the hair bow I made for her back then, we have been using it as a tree ornament for years, and is planning to wear her hair french braided (parted in the middle and braided back on both sides) which was one of my stock styles for her. They are planning to have craft stations to make holiday ornaments, decorate pine cones, etc. Could be fun, I look forward to the pictures!

I was looking for a photograph of me at about six years old in the pile of slides that I have yet to tackle when I found this:

Cute, but I don’t see a date on it anywhere. Mom did write Easter in Beeville, Texas on the back but not the year. I would guess that I was 3 or 4ish? Imprompteau costume? But why?

Strangely Beautiful

Spring Came, Rain Fell