| 05/11/09 10:34 PM |
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Mary Ann Johnson (Null)
She's baaaack.........
Steve - I've been busy applying for Lutheran Seminaries around the globe,or
I've been at a 3 week birthday party in California, or
I went to a conference and have been snowed under with work since that time. I am getting closer to having the house ready to put up for sale, but I really have gotten a lot of junk in 20 years. It didn't seem like junk when I got it. The carpet installers are due here Wednesday and say they will be done in a couple of days. I have to have everything out of the closets and off the walls etc - this is not the fun part. My sons-in-law will dismantle the computer tomorrow when they move furniture for me. I will be out of commission until one of them comes back and plugs the computer back in. (There are way to many cords and possibilites for me to mess up).
Steve - For real, I went to Dinks and had curly fries with briskett and it was just as good as you remember it, even better.
Paul - As for country kids being worldly wise - there's no contest. When I was walking home with Connie Stephens in about the 4th grade, she told me someone had been raped. I was clueless and asked what that meant. She promptly told me that was what a guy did to a girl on a date. Hmm, I was still clueless. But I don't imagine "the talk" took to long for kids raised on the farm. Actually, I never got the talk, I just eventually figured it out, although convinced that I must have been created another way (not my mom, no way).
I was thinking, while packing one day, about Ashby's Office Supply store. That was where I went every year to buy school supplies. I tried to talk my mom into a new dictionary every year, that seemed so important to me (but not to her). I remember standing in line to pay and getting a cherry or grape sucker that was bumpy on one side and flat on the other. I went there at other times to get those suckers, they were addictive. I think there was a free sucker (printed on the inside of the wrapper), about one in million, but I sure always checked to see. I just loved putting new supplies in my double desk. I shared a desk with Keith Dobbs (I think) in first grade. He was a "cute" and sweet boy, until the rat turned me in, just to save his own hide. The second grade teacher, principal,(whose name escapes me)and my neighbor had a heart attack. All of the teachers went to her funeral and I guess they had subs, but not in the first grade. I guess that was not necessary in 1957. We had a third grade girl sent down to be our "teacher". She was a little on the chunky side and I had a sudden artistic inspiration at the sight of her. I drew a picture of a pig teacher and showed it to Keith, who thought it was so funny, that he attracted her attention. It wasn't that funny. That girl had no sense of humor! She called me to the front of the class and had me bent over the desk, her arm posed to beat me with a yard stick, when my teacher returned and saved me. That was the only time I ever came close to being spanked in school. I'm sure all you guys never had to be disciplined either. I do have a funny story about corporal punishment for another time. See you in a few days!
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