|Kellie Ann Turns 11|
Thursday, July 11, 2013
|Me around the age of 9, I still have the yellow painted chair....|
|Jamie around age11 with her Christmas bike|
That is the Clancy's house across the street
When we were not fighting for Cathy's favor we would hang out in the neighborhood play hopscotch on the sidewalk or playing yard games like duck duck goose, hide and seek and the sort. Then the kids would all be called in for supper one by one till only one was left who would wander home out of boredome or lonliness. We also rode our bikes and skateboards and rollerskates. One day I was making my way out the front door in my way too big roller skates that I insisted on getting because they were the style I wanted at the right price but not in my size. I reasoned I would grow into them, and I did, but roller disco was way out of fashion by the time that finally happened. Anyhow, I was making my way to the sidewalk when I tipped my foot forward to use the stopper to help me get down the step only to realize as I pitched forward that Jamie and Cathy had unscrewed them and set me up to fall. I have mixed emotions about that...It was pretty classic I have to say and dang funny too, but I could have really hurt myself, and it was upsetting to me that risk of serious injury was not in any way an impediment to them in their quest for a laugh at my expense. That was life with Cathy though. I would get really bent out of shape if I was not honest with myself and admit that I would have done the same to Jamie if I had thought of it first.
One of the questions in this chapter is "How was your neighborhood lit, street lamps or porch lights? The answer is both. Actually there had at one time been no street light but then the Clancys petitioned to have one put in and once it was installed they realized that it shone right into their bedroom window. That is why we spent our summer evenings throwing rocks at it. Mr. Clancy promised cold hard cash to the one who could bust the bulb...We never did actually cash in on that. we were usually freaked out and forced indoors by the swarms of June bugs that circled the light before any of us could land the money shot. I know it seems like this chapter is all about the Clancy's but life on Plaza for us back then was.
|Ranchvale Elementary School|
|Sandia Elementary School|
Inside the school was a paved courtyard called the patio. After lunch we were corralled in the patio before going to our classrooms and we would hover around the edges to stay in the shade, the boys on one side and the girls on the other. It was in the patio that I did my stint as a "Jump Rope" monitor in the sixth grade. I handed out ropes to the younger kids, helped them jump rope and then made sure the ropes got put away at the end of P.E. It earned me a "Principals award for leadership" which I still have to this day, somewhere...
Corporal punishment was still practiced in my school and I got swats a couple of times, both for talking. Seems a little extreme now that I think about it, but I had been warned. In Mrs Anderson's 4th grade class if she had to get on to you for bad behavior your name got written on the board. If she called you out again you got a mark by your name. Three marks before the week was out meant you had to stay behind on Friday and get swats on your butt with a big wooden paddle. Nobody wanted to get into Mr. Simpson's 6th grade class. As the only male teacher in the school it was known that his paddling was the worst of them all.