January 31, 2010

Sharing Memories (Week 10) - First Day and Year of School

We are on Week 10 of our 52 weeks of Sharing Memories - A Genealogy Journey Journal. I hope everyone will join me this week to talk about memories of your first day of school and of your first year.

For many of us that is Kindergarten. What do you remember? Did your mom tell you how you acted that first day? Were you happy? Sad?

Lord Elgin Public School

I recall my first day vividly! I was already reading (at a very beginning level!) when I started Kindergarten and I was very excited to see all the picture books in my new classroom! But the teacher told me I was not allowed to touch the books, none of the children were - she would read them to us. I told her I could read but she told me I was mistaken, that we children would learn to read at school.

The rest of my first day is a blur, but I do remember not liking school very much that first year!

My Kindergarten Picture

Perhaps you have some memories too, or photos that will jog your mind? I've found that the more you write, the more memories flood back that you thought you had lost. Try it, join us and write your own memories as a comment here to this blog post or on your own blog or privately in your own journal at home. Remember, we're writing this for our descendants, and any words we can give them will be a wonderful gift.

5 comments:

hummer said...

http://joyoustomorrows.blogspot.com/2010/01/sharing-memories-week-10-first-day-of.html

I joined in with you. I was surprised how much I started to remember.

Blanc said...

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Michelle Goodrum said...

One of my first memories of school was in either kindergarten or first grade. In the morning before school, the students would line up outside their classroom waiting to be let in. For some reason the spot my class lined up was not outside the classroom but outside a common area that 5 classrooms opened into. I liken it to a big entry way into an office building or restaurant. Anyway, one day, I showed up and must have been a minute or 2 late because my class wasn't there. Being 5 or 6, I started to cry and turned around and walked back home!

My mom took me to school (I'm sure she was struggling to keep a straight face) and assured me that I hadn't done anything wrong. The teacher explained that I should just come on into the classroom next time. Duh! I guess when you are 5, you don't think of the obvious!

Wendy said...

Found you via hummer's blog. My first day of kindergaarten I remember vividly too. It was the feeling of missing my mom that is sharpest in my memory. I walked to school with my friend, Gail, and we wore the same thing every day. I wore a red sweater and blue overalls. I remember that feeling of loss as my mother let go my hand after leading me and Gail into the classroom.

There were lots of children there and I adjusted. We had yellow cups to drink our milk out of and grey, metal, folding chairs to sit on. They were cold. If you were lucky, you could have a wooden chair, but there weren't enough to go around. I also was shy child and rarely got a wooden chair.

Another great kindergaarten memory for me was singing. I learned wonderful songs at kindergaarten, some of which are still etched in my memory.

Thelma Moye said...

I started school in 1951. I was almost 7 by then and I had wanted to start the year before, but because my birthday is in January, I had to wait a year. My older sister was already going to school so I was very disappointed that I couldn’t go any earlier. We were living in Orlando, Florida at the time. I remember crying when the first grade teacher had said I had to wait another year. She was so touched that for the rest of that year she sent work home with my sister for me and sent it back corrected. I can’t remember her name but I will never forget her.
When it did come time for me to start my family had moved back to Jefferson County, New York. We were living in the Rutland Center area and the teacher’s name was Mrs. Elizabeth Cook. She not only was my teacher but she taught the whole school. It was in a one room school house and I have always been so thankful for that experience. It had an old wood burning stove in the front of the room, a large black board, and the teachers desk was there. On the left side was the lower grades where I sat, I think there was one other first grade student that year. The older children sat on the right side.
As you came in the front door there was a coat room on one side and an old fashioned outside type toilet on the other side. No running water but a well in the front yard it also had a swing set , slide & etc in the back of the school. Everyone walked back and forth to school. It was to become one of the last schools of it’s kind in Jefferson County.