Sharing Memories is a series of weekly prompts to help all genealogists (including me!) with writing up memories of our ancestors and our childhood.
all love to find a diary or letters written by great grandma or grandpa
where they talk about their lives and share their memories. Think how
excited one of your descendants will be to read about your memories and
your stories! These stories will be lost after a few generations unless we preserve them. And
what better way than in a weekly themed post.
At the end of the year you will have 52 stories written about
your childhood, your parents, grandparents and who knows what else.
If you write your own blog please use the hashtag #52SharingMemories
if you are posting on Twitter or Google+ You can also post your
stories as comments on this blog post or in a private journal. It's your
choice! The important thing is to write those memories down now!
Week 7 of Sharing Memories takes us back to school. We are in Grades 3 and 4 - what do you remember best about those years? Do you have any report cards from those grades? Who was your best friend? Who was your teacher? What was your classroom like? How big was your school and how far from home? Did you walk or bus to school?
I was 8 years old when I started Grade 3 but turned 9 in November of that year. I remember I had my first male teacher that year but I forget his name. He was terrific and one of the most fun things was that we got to learn Square Dancing! I loved it even though I was the tallest girl in the class so I felt stupid with a pipsqueak boy at my side.
My best friend showed up on the scene that year. She had been a year behind me so I didn't know her but then she was put in my class and we bonded instantly. Her name was Janie Armstrong and we remained best friends until her death last year. That was 50+ years of friendship.
Grade 4 is mostly a blur. That might have been when my sister insisted I come with her over the frozen creek in the winter. She had to walk me to school and it was quite a long cold walk during January and February. Out of curiousity I looked it up on Google Maps and it appears it is only an 8 minute walk! It seemed quite a bit longer than that as a kid.
We kids were forbidden by parents and teachers to use the shortcut - the iced over creek. They said it was too dangerous but of course a lot of us did it anyway! My sister never did but one day we were going to be late so she grabbed my wrist and started across. Of course being the klutz that I was I slipped and fell.
A huge goose egg started up on my forehead and I cried all the way to school. My poor sister knew she was going to get caught and she urged me to not tell any adults that we were on the creek ice when I fell. But of course I did. The school called my mom and sent me home. I don't remember any sympathy from my mother, she was pretty ticked that she had to leave work to stay home with me!
The photo with this post is me at age 10 with my family at Christmas. I'm the one holding the doll. I don't have any school photos to share.