Again, I am saved by fellow bloggers, when my inspiration runneth low… Jenn, Karen, Susan, Heidi and others brighten our lives with pictures from days gone by. Here’s one I found as I dove into my stack of albums.
That’s me in a plaid dress between my best friends Vanja and Gerd. Unfortunately, I don’t remember the names of any of the other children since I went to this school only during Grade 1 and a few months in Grade 2. Yes, that’s worth a blogpost of its’ own.
Notice the boy on the top left – I think he had TRIED to cut his own hair… I know I had done exactly that, thus my extremely short bangs after Mom had tried to salvage what was left after my self-styling efforts. A few were gap-toothed, others had two bunny-like teeth up front, I had banged my knee (probably running, not looking where I was going) – but were we ever a happy lot!
The teacher was another story. In retrospect I can understand that having another batch of boisterous firstgraders was tiring for someone a year or two away from her pension. My only memory of her is her shortsleeved cardigans and how she seldom smiled at anything.