I have been a little “blue” about back to school time. I was
a teacher, always wanted to be a teacher, so when the stores
start to show their school supplies signs and their new clothing
lines, I am filled with longing…
On the other hand, my best friend, walking buddy, Jenny faces
her second fall with not going back to school and is whooping
it up whenever I see her! She is retired after a fine, outstanding
career of 35 years service in the field of elementary school
teaching reading to those who needed extra work in that area.
There are lots of reasons to be sad about my grandchildren
going back to school one week from today! I will always feel
like there were more summer adventures we were supposed
to take part in! I also, wishing from the bottom of my heart,
think it would be so cool one day to be able to surprise all
of them with some fantastic trip.
My grandson, Skyler, is going into third grade. He has new
shoes and a new backpack. He is very excited because he
saw the class roster posted on the front door of the school.
He will have some great old friends, a couple of Boy Scouts
(“Webelo’s) and he is friendly and outgoing, so no problems
meeting unfamiliar faces either. Micah, age four, will be heading
off with a new backpack to preschool. This will do wonders for
him, since he is not as excited as his big brother to learn from
his Mom or Dad about letters. He can sound out things and
has played that car game, recognizing the letters. Last time
I posted about them, I mentioned he is learning about letter
blends and rhyming words. His backpack cracked me up!! It
has skulls and zombies, not your typical little kid’s backpack.
He is fascinated by them, tells me strings of stories how this
superhero battled zombies, last time at the pool, it was Batman
getting those zombies put finally into their graves!
I was at the dentist’s office, love my dentist, but he only dropped
by to look and say, “No cavities,” while Jamie, my dental assistant
did all the work of cleaning, scraping and water-zinging my teeth.
She was talking about her tenth high school reunion, I had to wave
my arms, she stopped to listen,
“Next year, 2014 will be my 40th reunion!”
Jamie is so sweet, “No way!”
Now she and I are really close, we have shared her major break up
about three years ago. Then, we celebrated her finding a new man
and he is super. They have been together for 2 years, last summer
they went on a “family vacation” with his family to Michigan. I had
been there only a couple summers before, so we had fun talking
then about that. This summer was their first vacation alone, to
Atlantic City. Then, we had to figure out why Justin doesn’t want
to take her to his reunion, after 2 years together, I agreed with
her, put her foot down, since she knows one woman she can hang
with while he wants to hang with the sports group, a lot of male
bonding going on. She worries, like I worry. We do this fine thing
of understanding each other.
Of course, I edited my recent trial and error with a nice man who
wasn’t “right” for me. I did not go into depth. I feel that works out
best. Jamie and her own mother don’t talk too much about this
sort of thing, so don’t want to overdo it with her. I liked that she
shared her conundrum and she also hugged me, as I was leaving.
We will see each other after Thanksgiving, so will have updates on
Jamie and her Justin.
Meanwhile, I feel the need to share three of my several wonderful
little “essays” that friends wrote in my senior yearbook. We called
our yearbook since our colors were blue and white, “The Bluebook.”
I showed these recently to my best friend, Jenny, and she could not
believe they sound like the “me” that is still around. Please indulge
me by reading these handwritten, seniors who wrote them and
see what you think. (And, hopefully, you won’t feel I am bragging
because they are so very kind words indeed!)
Amy Davies one very good friend wrote:
“Robins are bright and joyous,
they foretell the coming of fresh green friendships.
They bring with them new colors,
bright flowers and sunshine.
Robins are friendly birds and courageous.
They bravely face the world unafraid
knowing that nobody could hurt a bird
as trusting and so loving.
Luck in ’74 and forever,
Amy” ( Wish you could see the bird she drew, too.)
On the same page, my boyfriend, a “brainiac” who I loved
at the time, Dave Beach wrote:
“I hope that this year and all of the wonderful experiences
associated with it have enriched your life as much as they
But no one year should ever be thought of as an end in itself
rather it should be thought of as a stepping-stone to the
greater things which are continually over the horizon.
Even though a horizon can never be reached one must
always move forwards toward it, as I know you will with
your beautiful glow before you and a trailing rainbow behind.
Karen Webster, a special and unique person, wrote:
Very rare are the times that one meets nice people who are sincere
in their niceness. Hardly ever a bad word unless it is deserved, you
hardly ever are obnoxious, unless the situation warrants it.
Do not worry about following the social norms, most of them aren’t
worth the pressure people put on them.
Be happy within yourself, its the most important thing in life.
Take care and best wishes for a successful future at Bowling
Green and forever.
Please be happy.
Such wise words for me from Karen, they stick out more than all
the compliments the others said of me. I have always worried,
that is a fault but a characteristic, too.
I know now where I found those words, “take care” that I usually add
to many of my comments or replies on my blog.
Hope this gets you pulling out your yearbooks! I had several others
that I loved and relished rereading their words, including two of my