School days, school days
Dear old Golden Rule days
Taught to the tune of the hick'ry stick
You were my queen in calico
I was your bashful, barefoot beau
And you wrote on my slate, "I Love You, Joe"
When we were a couple o' kids
I remember my grandma singing us this song all the time. She always seemed to be singing the "good ol' songs". Oh how I miss her.
The last year has been a tough one in our house. We have had many struggles with anxiety and depression, but this post won't be about that. But it has made me reflect on my life. Sadly, I can't remember much. However, maybe that is a good thing as well.
The past few months I have been trying to remember my school days. Who were my teachers and what were they like? I still need to see if I can find my class pictures.
I can only remember a couple of negative things and those happened in 5th and 6th grades. There were a few girls that were supposed to be the "good girls" but they weren't very nice to me. Over the years I have tried to chalk it up to "just kids being kids", but maybe I haven't got over it yet because it still bothers me in a way. They are still in the same town as I am and one year, years ago when we were playing church volleyball, one of the girls and I (playing against each other) had great conversations that season. Another one will talk to me if I talk to her first. But one, will avoid me whenever she sees me. In all reality, I'm not even sure that they remember how they treated some of us. Oh well, moving on.
I ordered a couple of LDS chick flick books and they will be getting here tomorrow but I wanted to read something tonight. I was rummaging through my closet full of books and came across a big hard bound book titled "DEAR OLD GOLDEN SCHOOL DAYS". It has a little blue sticker with 1.00 on it and I think it was from one of my moms yard sales. Anyway, I began to read it tonight. It is full of short story memories of people reminiscing about their teachers and school days. There definitely is a lot more respect in the "good ol' days".
I am sure that I had a lot of good things happen while I was in school but I really can't remember. I do remember my 5th grade teacher was Mr. Earl. He was a fun teacher and always seemed to be upbeat and happy. I can still see his face. I'm not sure what ever happened to him or if he is even still around. I had two teachers for 6th grade. We switched for different subjects. Mr. Welch and Mr. West. Fast forward years later... Mr. Welch was our Stake Patriarch at the time Doran and I became active in the church. He gave us our patriarchal blessings the same night. I can't remember if he remembered me from school or not. Since then I have seen both Brother Welch and Brother West in the temple.
This is probably my favorite school picture. My mom took such good care getting my hair just perfect and having my hair ratted and going BACK towards the back of my head. However, before pictures it fell to the side and I loved it!
Oh if I knew that I would have a hard time remembering would turn back the time and write things down so I could reminisce more as well. But for now, I will continue to read these fun little stories of the Dear Old Golden School Days.
What are YOU writing down so you can remember?
