She’d welcomed me before I could get out of my driver’s seat — this beautiful woman whom I had not seen for almost fifty years. We’d once spent an entire year together, she and I. She as teacher — I as her student. Oh the memories of that second grade year. Hippo Holes. Tutti’s Panties. The Snow White play. …
Rural Relations and the Crosbyton Review
Our small town newspaper may have been the last of its kind. A main stay in the community, they not only circulated a weekly, rural chronicle, but their front office also sold Big Chief tablets, mod stationery, and mimeograph paper to the local populace. More than a mere publishing company, the Crosbyton Review was a reflection of our region’s three-thousand-residents …
All I Really Needed to Know, I Learned in Second-Grade
They say that all you really need to know, you learn in kindergarten. Well, I didn’t go to kindergarten. And since I’m a slow learner, I didn’t get the important stuff till second-grade. And there I learned that you should share everything. (Except maybe for saliva.) This was pretty apparent because Mrs. Crouch had stressed this from …
Ladybugs and Hippo Holes
It was the ladybugs’ fault. Scarlet and I found a swarm of them at recess. Now, I don’t know if ladybugs actually swarm, but when you are in second grade, it really doesn’t matter. After all, we were searching for a four-leaf clover at the time anyway. But since four-leaf clovers were hard to find and ladybugs were not, we …
Tutti’s Panties
“Dear Diary, Today, I lost Tutti’s panties.” Possibly, for you, losing a doll’s underwear may not be a traumatic event, but to this seven-year-old, it proved journal worthy. Now, a second-grade diary is filled with the ups and downs of daily life. The birth of kittens. A fish fry with friends. A spelling bee at school. The backfired plot to frighten …