tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post1843091442619456353..comments2024-03-28T14:33:26.011-04:00Comments on Jungle Red Writers: Try to Remember The Kind of SeptemberJungle Red Writershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16646429819267618412noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-193909104511568822010-09-07T17:44:58.601-04:002010-09-07T17:44:58.601-04:00Crayons! Love them. I have a new box right here..w...Crayons! Love them. I have a new box right here..with NEW Crayola colors..."Tumbleweed' and "Happily Ever After."<br /><br />What color do you think that is?<br /><br />Pat! You're TWIN? SO cool.<br /><br />Too skinny, huh? Sigh. as if.Hank Phillippi Ryanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17420701704169428286noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-51155267470325189812010-09-07T11:14:28.423-04:002010-09-07T11:14:28.423-04:00Oh wow. Someone else who went to a one-room schoo...Oh wow. Someone else who went to a one-room school house. Mine was in NY State, my twin and I were the only two in kindergarten. Two cousins were the only two in first grade and 7th and 8th only had one student each. Can't remember the in between classes.<br /><br />We moved to NJ for half of first gardea and then to another NJ town second half of second grade.<br /><br />I also loved shopping for school supplies but my really favoritething, and still is, that new box of crayons. One year the girls in the family got into a discussion on 'new boxes of crayons,' so I went out an bought all the girls, daughter and daughters-in-laws crayone for Christmas--the 96 size. You'd thought I gave them the world. Oh and Princess coloring books.<br /><br />My gym suit was blue and baggy but I was great at polishing, then buffing by white tennis type sneakers.Pat Marinellinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-50655995389825268692010-09-07T10:09:36.078-04:002010-09-07T10:09:36.078-04:00I went to three first grades. The first in Camp H...I went to three first grades. The first in Camp Hale, Colorado where the famous Mountain Troops trained during WWII. One room school. <br />Next first grade in Hesston, Kansas. Two room school. Some mean girls told me I had committed some foul deed and had to go to the principal's office for a spanking. I went home to my grandma's house instead, but wouldn't tell her why. Third first grade: Fort Morgan, Colorado. A real school. A little boy named Billy refused to sit next to me because "Judy is too skinny." Jeez, the good old days. That school had a fantastic May Day celebration and we actually danced around the May Pole. I got measles (kinds), mumps, and scarlet fever, and we had a big quarantine sign on the door which I kept for years. Wish I still had it.Grapeshot/Odettehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11625862990225356412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-78107451652906839412010-09-06T23:26:05.506-04:002010-09-06T23:26:05.506-04:00Ah, Maryann!Strange, huh? All across the country ,...Ah, Maryann!Strange, huh? All across the country ,they made us care about making our shoes white. Sigh.<br /><br />see you all tomorrow for TRUE CRIME TUESDAY!<br />xoo HankJungle Red Writershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16646429819267618412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-36241818860212316642010-09-06T23:17:06.627-04:002010-09-06T23:17:06.627-04:00What fun to read all the school stories. I remembe...What fun to read all the school stories. I remember well those days of yellow pencils and blue tablets and the gym shoes that had to be polished. Never thought of using chalk. I remember on weekends we would soak the shoes in water with bleach and then put them out in the sun. They would whiten up pretty well that way.Maryannwriteshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09479027709233807149noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-61080067475866228312010-09-06T21:57:45.789-04:002010-09-06T21:57:45.789-04:00And Sandra, plus ca change..now, gray pants or a k...And Sandra, plus ca change..now, gray pants or a kilt would be totally chic!<br /><br />RO, CHALK! Had we but known...<br /><br />Tomorrow...STRANGER THAN FICTION! Don't miss it--story ideas galore!Hank Phillippi Ryanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17420701704169428286noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-8108097592751648632010-09-06T21:38:14.145-04:002010-09-06T21:38:14.145-04:00White shoe polish - holy cow...was there a nurse o...White shoe polish - holy cow...was there a nurse on the package? My sneakers were never white enough, I cheated and used chalk.Rosemary Harrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08033747422699443024noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-11929219114120098302010-09-06T20:18:00.809-04:002010-09-06T20:18:00.809-04:00By the time the Seventies rolled around, it seemed...By the time the Seventies rolled around, it seemed girls were allowed to wear pants.<br /><br />My kids went to a Catholic High School with uniforms, and the girls had a choice of kilt or grey pants.Sandra Cormierhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00231342310371529022noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-35738253523565043722010-09-06T16:36:23.907-04:002010-09-06T16:36:23.907-04:00Ilonka, you are brilliant! What a win-win idea.
E...Ilonka, you are brilliant! What a win-win idea.<br /><br />Edith, I bet you all looked very hip...(Although we would have said, what, "sharp"? at the time?) Did you have, what were they called? Those cardigans with grosgrain ribbon on the front?Hank Phillippi Ryanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17420701704169428286noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-76077768436020154222010-09-06T14:46:18.266-04:002010-09-06T14:46:18.266-04:00I, too, have a strange addiction to paper and othe...I, too, have a strange addiction to paper and other things writing related. Pens, pencils, erasers, notebooks, journals - are my weakness. When school supplies show up in local stores I feel like an addict about to lose control. I found a solution this year. I gave myself a budget, spent a lovely hour indulging the passion, then donated it all to a local program that provides school supplies to kids in need.Ilonkahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09726208913401634512noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-9740906306698407152010-09-06T14:28:20.119-04:002010-09-06T14:28:20.119-04:00Love this topic. Back to school tastes like pears ...Love this topic. Back to school tastes like pears and library paste, smells like a peanut butter-and-lettuce sandwich made the night before and slightly warm milk in a carton, and feels like new fabric and new shoes. And skirts, of course. At my high school girls couldn't wear pants to school until the year after I graduated. It being fall, we wore wool. It being LA, we wore short-sleeved wool sweaters, wool mini-skirts, and knee socks, and sweated in those. <br /><br />I became a Quaker as an adult and highly recommend it. From what I know of Friends schools, they include some silent worship once a week and lots of talk about cooperation and walking lightly on this earth. <br /><br />Edith<br />http://edithmaxwell.blogspot.com/Edith Maxwellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01388006370860482509noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-59035637750022377332010-09-06T13:35:23.467-04:002010-09-06T13:35:23.467-04:00We had to wear uniforms until I left school at 18....We had to wear uniforms until I left school at 18. Actually I didn't mind too much as we never had to decide what to wear. But we tried all the angles--white knee socks instead of beige, and asked to wear underslips under our tunics as our legs became raw with the cold. Principal beat us at our own game and said we could wear--flannel petticoats if we wished. of course nobody wanted to be seen dead wearing flannel anything!Rhys Bowenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06663634889908752121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-91046327090860873742010-09-06T12:34:56.523-04:002010-09-06T12:34:56.523-04:00Oooh, I know, I know! (Hand waving.) Melrose Ave. ...Oooh, I know, I know! (Hand waving.) Melrose Ave. is in Los Angeles! Great street, very funky/LA back then, now the area is upscale boutiques.Hallie Ephronhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04759439029582054503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-70570862842471844352010-09-06T12:25:22.033-04:002010-09-06T12:25:22.033-04:00BOBBIE???
Roberta, I think it's going to be r...BOBBIE???<br /><br />Roberta, I think it's going to be really, really hard for me to resist using this name -- I LOVE IT!! <br /><br />Sheila, I have a secret yearning to become a Quaker (I even went to a meeting in Wellesley) and wonder how a Quaker elementary school differs, if at all, from a public school?<br /><br />Ro and Cttiger. I narrowly escaped going to the same parochial school my brother's all went to. I'm always envious of their cash of terrific/horrific Catholic School stories.Jungle Red Writershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16646429819267618412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-90550815813412827292010-09-06T12:20:03.124-04:002010-09-06T12:20:03.124-04:00I do so remember wanting to wear my newest wool sk...I do so remember wanting to wear my newest wool skirt and matching sweater on the first day of school even though it seemed like it was always Indian Summer and of course, I would sweat through the day, which caused new embarassments. I, too, loved the school supplies and the promise of an exciting year, usually dashed within the first couple of weeks. Except for 2nd grade because I arrived at school one day to find my desk gone -- and panic ensued. Turned out I was being moved to a mixed-grade level advanced class. To this day I'm not sure why anyone thought that was a great idea....PatRemickhttp://www.patremick.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-29756410036538914502010-09-06T11:10:47.682-04:002010-09-06T11:10:47.682-04:00Terry--Melrose Ave--where?
Cttiger--I bet you lea...Terry--Melrose Ave--where?<br /><br />Cttiger--I bet you learned fast! Nothing like necessity...Hank Phillippi Ryanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17420701704169428286noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-51218569330200572892010-09-06T11:09:48.102-04:002010-09-06T11:09:48.102-04:00Sanda--slacks! No way..we're weren't allow...Sanda--slacks! No way..we're weren't allowed to wear them, either. How strange that seems now!<br /><br />What year did that change?Hank Phillippi Ryanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17420701704169428286noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-91179170403096452572010-09-06T10:55:46.590-04:002010-09-06T10:55:46.590-04:00Third grade was the worst. We had just been trans...Third grade was the worst. We had just been transferred to Belgium and I was enrolled in a Catholic school where only one nun spoke English and I spoke NO French. Worse time: having to use the bathroom and not knowing how to tell anyone. Sign language always works. And don't get me started on the uniforms - complete with button on white collars and cuffs!LOLCttigerhttp://penspoonanddagger.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-44795580913740380122010-09-06T09:40:55.458-04:002010-09-06T09:40:55.458-04:00I don't remember a whole lot about my kinderga...I don't remember a whole lot about my kindergarten days. I went to Melrose Ave. Elementary (long before "Melrose Place" -- the neighborhood was far from chic. <br /><br />All I recall was there were these huge blocks--almost small wooden cartons with holes so you could grasp them, and we were not allowed to build anything higher than our shoulders. <br /><br />Terry<br /><a href="http://terryodell.blogspot.com" rel="nofollow">Terry's Place</a><br /><a href="http://www.terryodell.com" rel="nofollow">Romance with a Twist--of Mystery</a>Terry Odellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11610682530545306687noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-39108452929770225192010-09-06T09:40:36.259-04:002010-09-06T09:40:36.259-04:00I have so many memories of so many schools, they&#...I have so many memories of so many schools, they're like little snapshots in my mind.<br /><br />We moved 5 times when I was in Kindergarten, and in one class the others were actually doing addition & subtraction. I peeked over a kid's shoulder and wondered what all those little crosses and dashes were all about.<br /><br />I remember a winter on the Gaspé peninsula, walking to St. Patricks in one of those awful jumpers. We weren't allowed to wear slacks so my thighs froze!Sandra Cormierhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00231342310371529022noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-27361890901041503852010-09-06T09:10:36.470-04:002010-09-06T09:10:36.470-04:00Yes, white shoe polish on gym shoes. We did, too. ...Yes, white shoe polish on gym shoes. We did, too. What a ridiulous idea! <br /><br />Sheila, nap time! WOuldn't it be fun if we had it now?Hank Phillippi Ryanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17420701704169428286noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-35572578037718201862010-09-06T08:42:24.675-04:002010-09-06T08:42:24.675-04:00Lessee...pre-school at 3 (my mother was pregnant w...Lessee...pre-school at 3 (my mother was pregnant with my sister), then started kindergarten in New Jersey. We moved. Four years at a Quaker school in Pennsylvania, plus one at a different one in Philadelphia. We moved. Three years at a private school in NJ. We moved. Five years in a decent public school system in a different town in NJ. <br /><br />Most memorable first day? It's all a blur. How about when I refused to take a nap in kindergarten? All the other good little girls were stretched on on the floor, but I didn't wanna. Life was too interesting to sleep through.Sheila Connollyhttp://www.sheilaconnolly.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-46667454598433377842010-09-06T08:07:13.043-04:002010-09-06T08:07:13.043-04:00Boss and secretary Hallie??? I hope someone was li...Boss and secretary Hallie??? I hope someone was listening in the next room. And Hank, our gym jumpsuits were pink, not red--same difference, equally hideous. And we had to take our sneakers home and put white shoe polish on them or get demerits...Lucy Burdette aka Roberta Isleibhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04660402177299546055noreply@blogger.com