Older and Fuzzier Memories

I tried the other year to remember something about every year in school, and I could only remember snippets of some years. My high school memories are scattered throughout this blog, but what about before that?

The first grade I remember because we were directly over the cafeteria at the grammar school and when they baked peanut butter cookies, it smelled so darn good. I also remember the “back” playground, the one down by Church Street. Mrs. Ross was my teacher.

The only thing I remember about the second grade is that it was on the 3rd floor of the school, right above the first grade. I honestly can’t remember who the teacher was.

The third grade a blank, except for being on the top floor at the front of the school. I think my teacher was Mrs. Isbell. Or was that 4th grade?

The 4th grade was on the first floor at the front of the school. Please don’t tell me I have the 3rd and 4th grade locations confused. Oh, and I remember getting sick all over my desk one day. Yuck.

For 5th grade, we moved to the Junior High. My class room was on the south end of the building, first door on the right and Mrs. Lawson was my teacher. I remember reading from the color coded books. As you got better at reading, the color of the books changed. Of course, I don’t remember the colors. That would be asking too much. It was also the year of my first, and only, spelling bee. I missed the first word.

In 6th grade, my teacher was Mrs. Williams, an extremely nice woman and a good teacher. It was also the fateful year the Beatles were on the Ed Sullivan show and everybody went gaga over them. Oh, and when President Kennedy was killed.

Seventh grade was when we first started changing classes. We were “teenagers”. We were on the north side of the building. The teachers were Mrs. Millamacki (?), Miss Maples and another teacher I don’t remember. Miss Maples was the wrong teacher to have around when puberty kicks in at full speed. She was also the last teacher to paddle me, and man could she hit hard!

Eighth grade was Mrs. White, Mrs. Galyon and another teacher I don’t remember. It was also the first year of segregated school.

There are obviously memories that I can't positively connect with a particular year, especially in grammar school, but I guess that's another post.