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  I could smell the Murphy's oil as I read your description.  I know exactly the old school buildings your talking about.  Did yours have the big black walnut bench outside the principle's office that we kids were confined to when we were in trouble?

  There was a room across from "Ma Soeur Superieur"  (Sister Superior=The Principal) that, as I recall, had a set of heavy dark wood chairs: probably walnut.  Kids would be sitting there awaiting their fate if they were sent.


I never was sent.  I did glimpse them once in a while, because you had to pass between the Sister Superior's office with her open door and the waiting room if you had to go down the front hall for any reason.


The only time I was ever in that room was when it was used for eye exams.  I was still in kindergarten and was so terrified of failing an "exam" that I memorized the letters on the chart as they were recited by the child in front of me. I did not think I was cheating, I thought I was being tested on knowing what letters were on the chart!


If the nurse had varied the order in which she asked us to read the letters, she would have discovered I was terribly nearsighted.


As it was, I managed to ride along in my alternate half-blind universe until about seventh grade.

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  It was the visit to the school to register before kindergarten.  One of those lovely dark wood-paneled old schools that smelled of Murphy's Oil and slate, with big checkered tiles on the hall floors and polished hardwood boards in the classrooms .

  I could smell the Murphy's oil as I read your description.  I know exactly the old school buildings your talking about.  Did yours have the big black walnut bench outside the principle's office that we kids were confined to when we were in trouble?

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It’s awesome you told your story in three word sentences.  I loved your story. 


Children are much more clever than people realize. 


  "Three words- ten years" is one of Abigail's assignments. I think it is a stroke of genius to assign it to  people like me who usually write run-on sentences for miles and miles! 

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What a sweet school memory.  Fist day of school, perhaps?


Oh, and BTW,


*ROTFLMAO* It won't let me say the desk's legs are s-c-r-e-w-e-d to the floor!!!


This is hilarious.  the **** made me laugh.


 

  It was the visit to the school to register before kindergarten.  One of those lovely dark wood-paneled old schools that smelled of Murphy's Oil and slate, with big checkered tiles on the hall floors and polished hardwood boards in the classrooms .

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 Writing three words.


Where to start?


I was four.


It was morning.


Sun shone bright.


Reflected off blankets.


Wooly and thick.


Mother sat down.


Shook my foot.


"Wake up, hon!"


"Where is Diana?"


"She is married."


Rubbed my eyes.


Memory stops there.


Picks up again.


Maybe weeks later?


Looking at photographs.


There is Diana.


Dressed in blue.


There is George.


His uniform crisp.


I ask questions.


Get no answers.


Why navy blue?


That’s no bride.


Even at four,


I knew that.


 


 


 


 


 

 





It’s awesome you told your story in three word sentences.  I loved your story. 


Children are much more clever than people realize. 

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  Well, that was 1957.


I’ll try to keep going, one year at at time.  Here comes 1958:


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Three Words: Kindergarden, 1958


A smooth desk.


Shiny wood top.


Legs **** down.


Just my size.


Mom and Dad.


Standing with Sister.


Big empty classroom.


Dusty black chalkboard.


Soft adult voices.


Mom’s grey coat.


Dad’s dark jacket.


Both so tall.


Sister behind desk.


Lookng at me.


Wrinkled and veiled.


Window light glints.


Dust particles float.


They watch, wait.


I sit down.


Test the desk.


The adults smile.


They won.


 


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*ROTFLMAO* It won't let me say the desk's legs are s-c-r-e-w-e-d to the floor!!!

What a sweet school memory.  Fist day of school, perhaps?


Oh, and BTW,


*ROTFLMAO* It won't let me say the desk's legs are s-c-r-e-w-e-d to the floor!!!


This is hilarious.  the **** made me laugh.


 

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 Quite the story, Agave.  Well told in this three word format.  I remember when all adults thought that children were oblivious.


Charlotte

  Well, that was 1957.


I’ll try to keep going, one year at at time.  Here comes 1958:


--------------------------------------------------------------


Three Words: Kindergarden, 1958


A smooth desk.


Shiny wood top.


Legs **** down.


Just my size.


Mom and Dad.


Standing with Sister.


Big empty classroom.


Dusty black chalkboard.


Soft adult voices.


Mom’s grey coat.


Dad’s dark jacket.


Both so tall.


Sister behind desk.


Lookng at me.


Wrinkled and veiled.


Window light glints.


Dust particles float.


They watch, wait.


I sit down.


Test the desk.


The adults smile.


They won.


 


__________________


*ROTFLMAO* It won't let me say the desk's legs are s-c-r-e-w-e-d to the floor!!!

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 Writing three words.


Where to start?


I was four.


It was morning.


Sun shone bright.


Reflected off blankets.


Wooly and thick.


Mother sat down.


Shook my foot.


"Wake up, hon!"


"Where is Diana?"


"She is married."


Rubbed my eyes.


Memory stops there.


Picks up again.


Maybe weeks later?


Looking at photographs.


There is Diana.


Dressed in blue.


There is George.


His uniform crisp.


I ask questions.


Get no answers.


Why navy blue?


That’s no bride.


Even at four,


I knew that.


 


 


 


 


 

 Quite the story, Agave.  Well told in this three word format.  I remember when all adults thought that children were oblivious.


Charlotte

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 Writing three words.


Where to start?


I was four.


It was morning.


Sun shone bright.


Reflected off blankets.


Wooly and thick.


Mother sat down.


Shook my foot.


"Wake up, hon!"


"Where is Diana?"


"She is married."


Rubbed my eyes.


Memory stops there.


Picks up again.


Maybe weeks later?


Looking at photographs.


There is Diana.


Dressed in blue.


There is George.


His uniform crisp.


I ask questions.


Get no answers.


Why navy blue?


That’s no bride.


Even at four,


I knew that.


 


 


 


 


 

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 Writing three words.


Where to start?


I was four.


It was morning.


Sun shone bright.


Reflected off blankets.


Wooly and thick.


Mother sat down.


Shook my foot.


"Wake up, hon!"


"Where is Diana?"


"She is married."


Rubbed my eyes.


Memory stops there.


Picks up again.


Maybe weeks later?


Looking at photographs.


There is Diana.


Dressed in blue.


There is George.


His uniform crisp.


I ask questions.


Get no answers.


Why navy blue?


That’s no bride.


Even at four,


I knew that.


 


 


 


 


 

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