| 04/18/09 06:53 PM |
#398
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Mary Ann Johnson (Null)
She's baaack. I have tried to catch up on reading the forum and want to make some comments, but no one (except Judy) will remember the questions by now. The coach that I had - I thought it was Driver's Ed - was Fred Bruce ( it may have been another class). I do remember having Paul in my drivers ed class. We spent more time than anyone driving around the football field before we were allowed on the road. I bet Steve's little sister was "grandfathered in" by the time she got her license. Now I wonder if I had Blevins and Eddy mixed up - which one was missing fingers? I do remember their faces and most of the Oklahoma counties that we had to recite in front of the whole class. I remember Harold Maynard from a very early age. While Steve was building character (out doing chores) on Saturday morning, I was eating Cheerios in my pajamas and watching cartoons. Mr. Maynard would just walk in the back door and put the milk in the fridge while I continued munching. Those were also the days when an attendant pumped gas for you. I'm a better horseman (horsewoman) than all of you combined! Jan can vouch for that. We were riding horses in the middle of someone's field one time and Jan felt the need to change horses. Now I still was "boarding" (like one boards a train) the horse from a fence. Jan's horse was 29 ft tall, but 5'1 Jan was sure that I could get on him. She took my horse and then took off. I put my foot in the stirup, grabbed the horn and quickly calculated just how hard and fast that I would need to boost in order to get up on this giant. I gave the best push I could and went straight up, up, up and over the saddle and then down,down straight down on my head. I was poetry in motion. It really hurt,and I'm sure Jan was really concerned, she just couldn't show it for the laughter! If my daddy had lived, I'm sure I would have had a horse because my sister always did. When Jan moved to MT, I was really concerned. I had just read a novel about how the author knew it was spring when she could hear a woman screaming, as her husband drove her into to town for the first time since early fall. She had gone crazy from being locked up in the house due to the long winter of being snowed in. I'm not sure Jan was ever "right" after that first winter. My son-in-law is from there. He and his dad took turns patroling the ranch every two hours, all night long, during calving, because the calves could freeze to death (when it was -40 below) I think that's even worse than Steve's story. But even if Jan doesn't still have her "right" mind, I know she should be strong spiritually. When we were probably in 7th grade or so, Jan could not have anyone over to spend the night, unless she had done her lessons for her Saturday morning Catechism classes. I agreed to answer the questions on her homework (without reading the assignment, of course) and that way, I could spend the night. I did this for several weeks in a row. Jan told me the nuns were so impressed with her spiritual growth and insight. They questioned how she had become so spiritual. They never knew a Southern Baptist girl was the one supplying the answers and all so we could dance to 45's on Friday night! I remember dancing to "Louie - Louie" (sp?). That was one song my mom asked me what the word meant, as she didn't think anyone could understand the words to our music. I had argued with her up to that point. I dropped it because I wasn't about to explain the words on that one. How come you gave Carla steak and baked potato's? I always had chicken noodle soup, while you ate the steak when I came to your house. Truthfully, I really did want the chicken noodle soup - I never got it at home. Steve - I was the "director" of the class plays for two years, I think. Mrs. Wichert was really nice - she came to my mom's shop to get her hair done. She told mom that he chose me to be director because I was organized. Well, it's a blessing and a curse. I was a closet "ham " and really, really wanted to be on stage. Who knows where I could have gone, if only......
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