I’ve written about my early school years. See here and here and here. By the time I reached fifth grade, I’d been there since the start of second grade, and I was likely to remain there through eighth grade. I knew where I stood. I’d survived the double names of […]
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Fifty Years Ago: My 8th Grade Graduation
I wrote recently about my daughter’s 8th-grade graduation in 1999. After I wrote that post, I realized my own 8th-grade graduation was thirty years earlier—in late May or early June 1969. That’s fifty years ago—hard to believe it is half a century in the past. No lightning struck our house […]
Continue readingMore Treasures: Decluttering My Son’s Room
I’ve discovered that my son is more sentimental about the past than my daughter. That doesn’t really surprise me, despite gender stereotypes. He has always been a thoughtful kid, and he is (or at least, was) a “Feeling” type on the Myers-Briggs scale for decision making. When I involved my […]
Continue readingThe Fiasco That Began Third Grade
On Tuesday, September 3, 1963, fifty-five years ago today, I started third grade. The first days of school years are often memorable for one reason or another, and the morning of that day sticks in my mind. It was a day in which an ordinary event made a difference in […]
Continue readingSchools in Oregon in the 1840s
In my novel Now I’m Found, Jenny, one of the lead characters in the book, opens a school for some of the children on surrounding farms. She holds the school in her cabin. It’s a one-room cabin, and she has benches built for the children to sit on. Her only […]
Continue readingGail Elizabeth Sullivan
In my last post, I mentioned that I developed some friends during my second grade year, the first school year I spent at Christ the King School in Richland, Washington. One of those friends was Gail Elizabeth Sullivan. Gail was a bubbly little girl. She was smart (in the A […]
Continue readingSecond Grade Anonymity
Throughout my first-grade year, I felt exposed. As I’ve written, I was a superstar during my three weeks of kindergarten and in the first first-grade classroom I attended, because I could read and the other pupils couldn’t. Even after we moved and I came into a new first-grade class […]
Continue readingFirst Grade: From Superstar to the Slow Line
I wrote last week about the autumn of 1961, when I spent three weeks in kindergarten before being promoted into the first grade. I loved my first grade experience in Corvallis, Oregon, where I was the superstar of readers in the class and had a teacher I adored. Then we […]
Continue readingBack to School Across Two Generations
In recent weeks I’ve been following all my Facebook friends’ pictures of their children headed back to school—from the kindergarteners to the college-bound. I’m glad those days are behind me, though I have good memories both of my own back-to-school days and my children’s. When I was young, school never […]
Continue readingOctober Is Uniform Season
Now that I no longer have children in school—not even college!—I don’t mark the passing of the seasons as much as I used to. I look out the window at my magnolia tree, knowing it will soon lose its leaves, but that doesn’t mark the coming of autumn for me […]
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