And the flowers grew quickly!

Free Bouquet of Flowers

As I backed out of our driveway, I glanced to the left and…


A little yellow flower had appeared. The lavender tiny flowers on a tree made an appearance the very next day.

And then they were here, there and everywhere…Spring flowers!

Maybe it is a bit early for the flowers to be popping out from their hiding places. I seriously doubt it will freeze in Texas again this year. We barely had any freezing days at all…so the flowers decided to begin arriving. I say we should just quicken the process and plant some more! It seems that the world needs some extra beauty these days!

A few pictures of the first flowers to appear in our yard this week…









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Oh dear! What to wear to the Oscars!


Decisions. Decisions. When and if I finish writing my book and the screenplay is miraculously (doubtful!) nominated for an Oscar, I worry about what dress I am going to wear to the Academy Awards. I am not even going to think about the shoes and those dangerously tall heels. The problem is the dress. I need something soft and flowing…sort of like a silk shirt hanging precariously from a clothesline while blowing gently in the wind. I do hope that you can get the picture.

Please! I cannot JIGGLE as I walk up the stairs to the podium. The dress should be the item that is swaying gently…certainly not me!

I have heard it said that television cameras make you look at least 10 pounds heavier. Or is it 20 pounds? There is no way that I can let that happen. I need 10 pounds lighter. Or is it 20 pounds lighter. More? Let’s just not talk about it. My wedding dress was a size 5. So there! It doesn’t matter how many years ago that event occurred.

Since I need a dress for the Oscars that flows when I walk, I have chosen a few that should work. I simply cannot worry about this any longer. I need to spend my time finishing the dadgum  (Texas talk again) book!

Announcing the choices and also the not so good choices for my future Oscar dress…


Actually…I like the color…I will need a lot of gym time for this one!



Beautiful! Strapless…help! I may need glue.



Pretty and grown-up style…maybe this is the right one!



I like the looks of this dress…but no flow…might jiggle on the steps!



This looks glittery…bling! Nice straps, but look at that tiny waist! Gym again!


Announcing the not so good and totally not understandable possibilities…


Just too much to look at…according to me!



I do not get the net material at the bottom!



Interesting material, but I cannot tolerate another mermaid dress!


That is it! All the choices that I could find. When it is your turn for the Oscars, I will be sure to help you find the perfect outfit!


1930 New Delineator Recipes Cookbook


Last week, I wrote about the Delineator women’s magazine, published by the Butterick Company beginning in 1873. To read the post, please see…

The New Delineator Recipes Cookbook came about as a result of the magazine’s popular recipe section. As promised, I have included two recipes in this post. I apologize (sort of) profusely for the first recipe…honestly, I just could not help myself! I just felt compelled to include it!


 Pigeons in the park.

A cookbook that has a recipe for “Pigeons En Casserole” might not be the cookbook for me. Where am I going to find a pigeon? Really…pigeons can live in almost any part of the world…arid deserts to cool mountain air. Maybe I might see a pigeon sitting on the ground outside my house or happily playing in the park. I like to see pigeons flying from place to place…although they are certainly messy creatures. I do not need to see a pigeon at dinnertime on my plate!

My newly found copy of the 1930 New Delineator Recipes Cookbook includes “Pigeons En Casserole” as a dinner suggestion. PLEASE! I just cannot handle the thought! I certainly want you to have the recipe…just in case!

Pigeons En Casserole (remember…1930!)


*  Pigeons or Squabs (another name for a young pigeon). The number of pigeons needed is not included. Just put in as few or as many as you can easily find…I guess!

*  Bacon (One strip of bacon for each pigeon)

*  3 tablespoons butter or other fat

*  1 Spanish onion

*  Veal broth or white stock (no amount listed)

*  Vegetables, as desired

*  Flour (1 tablespoon of flour for each cup of liquid)


Clean and wash young pigeons and tie a strip of bacon around each one, or lard the breasts if preferred. Place the butter or other fat in a casserole. Slice a mild, Spanish onion over the butter or other fat. Set the pigeons on the onion in the casserole. Cover the casserole and set on the stove over a low heat. Cook on top of the stove for 15 minutes. Add enough veal broth or white stock to half cover the pigeons and set in the oven (35o degrees) to cook until tender (2-2 1/2 hours). When nearly done, vegetables may be added. At serving time, thicken the liquid in the casserole by stirring in flour mixed smooth in a little water, allowing one tablespoon of flour for each cup of liquid.

Try to enjoy the pigeons!

The next recipe possibly may be a little better!


Mashed Sweet Potato Caramel


*  2 cups mashed sweet potato

*  Milk (no amount given…just sufficient to make a smooth paste!)

*  Pepper and Salt

*  1/2 cup maple syrup (spelled sirup in cookbook!)

* 1/4 cup butter


Left-over sweet potatoes, either baked or boiled, may be used for this dish. Mash potatoes and add sufficient milk or cream to make a smooth, soft paste. Season with pepper and salt. Put in well-greased casserole or baking dish, suitable for serving at table. Pour in thick maple syrup which has been boiled with butter. Bake until the top begins to caramelize.

Really…this one might be good!!!


Seven Much Loved Children.


The Seven Cousins!


First of all…let us get this straight…I did not have seven babies! Help! I probably would not have that much patience. I had two of my own and they were most assuredly and continuously the most precious children around…as the mother…I am allowed to say that!  In addition, they were most assuredly and continuously into each other’s things, yet continuously sticking up for each other!

The seven babies are my great-nieces and great- nephews…possibly the other most precious children around. Prejudice, Prejudice…I know! I was totally thrilled when my niece and two nephews were born back when I was in my twenties.

Now that they are married with children of their own…”Aunt Tricia” and “Uncle Mike” have reached a new level of…what can I call it? Perhaps the newly minted words…Aunthood and Unclehood. Actually, it is a much easier job than Parenthood! We are just around for the fun times!

These are my brother’s grandchildren. We lost him more than five years ago. What a difficult time for all. My brother did not have the chance to know the entire group of seven…just the first ones when they were little. How he loved them and how he would have loved to see their personalities develop. And how he would have loved to see them play together…especially at our family farm at Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving also meant going to the farm for his own children when they were growing up.

At Thanksgiving, Aunt Tricia may be popular because she is cooking in the kitchen and baking pies…over and over again. Fun! Uncle Mike is truly the absolute most popular person. He will take them on rides on the tractor and he knows all of the trails and all of the bridges! I cannot seem to even climb up into the cab of the tractor, but I do sort of know the trails! But…please remember…I am cooking!

Our daughter and son-in-law have reached the elite status because they drive the four-wheelers and the golf cart and the old farm truck. That golf cart is really mine, but I do not get all the credit for it! Plus they know the trails and creek on our place and also at the farm across the road. I just cannot keep up with all of this trail and creek knowledge! Even better…they own Gus the Granddog. Remember…I am cooking!


Gus the Granddog!

These children are a bright ray of sunshine to us. Their joy and laughter are utterly contagious. I had no idea at all that seven babies would turn out to be seven of the most loved children in our lives. A blessing…to be sure!

A Poem About Margie and Tricia.


Margie with Tricia…who always closed her eyes in pictures.

 Margie worked for my family and a few other families in our neighborhood when I was growing up.  I was the little girl named Tricia and I loved Margie more than I can really ever explain. She began working in our neighborhood because her husband worked with our next door neighbor at a very fine men’s clothing store downtown. Her husband was named Fred and he was a porter at the men’s store and actually took care of just about everything. Just about everyone in town knew Fred and everyone liked him so very much.

As the story goes, Fred told our neighbor that his wife was looking for a job. In that day and age, jobs were difficult to find for black women…even those who had a very fine education like Margie. That is how Margie came to work for several of the neighborhood families and thus…quickly became a  part of our families…an incredibly important part of all of our families.

At the time, I really did not understand why Margie could not get the type of job that she wanted. I was too young to understand about discrimination, about slurs, about the lack of respect. Later on, I got it…I understood… and I was heartbroken over the treatment that Margie might have received away from our neighborhood. How could this happen? Why? Margie was the best person and the smartest person and the most caring person.

After I finished college and started working, I still thought about Margie and I vowed to treat anyone I met with the respect they deserved. Margie was the impetus for my viewpoints about cultural awareness as well as direct and unbiased fairness to everyone. During the years that I taught in Title I schools with languages, customs, ideas, backgrounds vastly different than my own…I often thought about Margie. She taught me to be open-minded.

Many years later when I was in graduate school, one of my professors told us our assignment for the class that very evening. We would have just thirty minutes to write about something that changed our lives and made an impact on how we lived our current lives. We would share our papers with the rest of the class before we dismissed.

That night, I wrote the following poem for Margie. A true story that means so much to me. I have saved a copy of the poem in my desk since that class…just in case I ever need a reminder about acceptance and kindness and dedication.



A Poem About Margie


Margie rode the bus to West Glenn Drive.

I guess the job was the only way to survive.

Now I know how the world treated her,

When people referred to her with a slur.


     I saw you near the back row of the church.

     My eyes finally met yours after a quick search.

     Oh your hat was so pretty and gloves so right.

     The last time I saw you was that happy night.


Margie rode the bus to West Glenn Drive

To iron my dresses I guess helped her survive.

For years she cooked and put bows in my hair.

I didn’t know and didn’t understand her despair.


     I saw you near the back row of the church.

     My eyes finally met yours after a quick search.

     Oh your hat was so pretty and gloves so right.

     The last time I saw you was that happy night.


Margie rode the bus to West Glenn Drive.

To make fancy cakes was a way to survive.

She laughed with my mother over coffee each day.

She was the best friend ever, my Mom would say.


     I saw you near the back row of the church.

     My eyes finally met yours after a quick search.

     Oh your hat was so pretty and gloves so right.

     The last time I saw you was that happy night.


Margie rode the bus to West Glenn Drive.

She needed money so her family could survive,

In the tiny house sitting on dirt with not much light.

I saw it when we took her a birthday gift one night.


     I saw you near the back row of the church.

     My eyes finally met yours after a quick search.

     Oh your hat was so pretty and gloves so right.

     The last time I saw you was that happy night.


Margie rode the bus to West Glenn Drive.

Her daughter went to California just to survive.

I don’t know how she said that so sad good-bye.

People were fair out west she said with a sigh.


     I saw you near the back row of the church.

     My eyes finally met yours after a quick search.

     Oh your hat was so pretty and gloves so right.

     The last time I saw you was that happy night.


Margie rode the bus to West Glenn Drive.

How would we do without her? How would we survive?

Times were better, she said with a confident air.

Margie, don’t leave, oh please don’t you dare!


     I saw you near the back row of the church.

     My eyes finally met yours after a quick search.

     Oh your hat was so pretty and gloves so right.

     The last time I saw you was that happy night.


Margie didn’t ride the bus again to West Glenn Drive.

I grew up and away and I guess we did survive.

Please come to my wedding, I said in a quick letter.

To have you with me, why nothing could be better!


     I saw you near the back row of the church.

     My eyes finally met yours after a quick search.

     Oh your hat was so pretty and gloves so right.

     The last time I saw you was that happy night.


Margie, when you rode that bus to West Glenn Drive

Did we do more than just help your family survive?

Did we treat you with kindness? Did we show you our love?

I surely hope we did. That’s my earnest prayer to God above.

Rhythm. Poetry. Emotion. Music.



Rhythm is to Dance as Music is to Poetry. Rhythm is the entity that causes the dancer to move gently and gracefully across a stage. Rhythm is the entity that causes the dancer to twist and turn, shake and sway across a stage. Music is the entity that causes the poem, the lyrics, the words to resound across the sound waves. Music is the entity that causes the words of the songwriter or poet to change the course of emotions.

Rhythm. Dance. Music. Poetry.

Expressions of Feelings. Expressions of Anger. Expressions of Happiness.


Rhythm in a song makes the music move from stanzas of quiet moments to mountains of crescendo moments. Rhythm is the beat of a song. Rhythm is the strong repeating pattern of sound in a song performance or movement in a dance performance. The background drums in a song relay the tempo, the very heartbeat of a song. We can recognize songs just by the background pattern of sounds. Such as the…

Incredible Rhythmic Energy and Sounds in Adele’s Rolling in the Deep…A Simple Repetitive Drum Beat Combined with an Emotional Voice.




The rhythm of music has the ability to transform the thinking for all ages and all groups of people. All it might involve is taking the time to listen to the sounds, to comprehend the words and feel the beat. The following poem was written by teenager Anjanae King and published on http://www.FamilyFriend (Copyright 2006-2017).


The Chords Of My Escape

The chords of my escape.

The feeling of a beat.

The vibration of my soul.

It sends me to my peak.

I just love how it makes me feel.

But there’s no way the feeling is real.

I can close my eyes and look up to the ceiling.

It’s the most pleasurable feeling.

The way it makes me move.

Just gracefully on my feet.

In the chords of my escape.

There are no expectations to meet.

I’m free to be myself.

I can dance, I can sing.

I can twirl around on the floor.

That’s how it’s supposed to be.

But of course, all happiness has to come to an end.

I look at the ground

I sigh and frown.

It’s time to let go of my only true friend.

I lift my hand to my ear

And pull out the plastic.

I suddenly feel blank again.

But soon again, I will feel ecstatic

With the chords of my escape.


The poem URL is as follows:


Little Chapel in the Woods. Serenity.



The Little Chapel in the Woods at Texas Woman’s University in Denton, Texas

Serenity, Peace, Joy, Grace. These words represent the very essence of The Little Chapel in the Woods located at Texas Woman’s University in Denton, Texas. When I was in graduate school at TWU…the chapel became my refuge from the stress of teaching full-time; one child away in Austin having fun and yet trying to finish college; another child involved in everything possible in high school…who was almost in college; a thoughtful and helpful husband who was also very busy at his accounting job; plus…I had a thesis to finish writing before the end of the semester. Sometimes I needed a quiet place, something similar to a hideout…to keep focused.



My special thank you to The Little Chapel in the Woods for helping to turn an almost overwhelming time into a time of perseverance, appreciation and happiness. I knew that the chapel was on the campus and I had admired it from afar. I knew that the chapel had an interesting history. I knew that the chapel had very distinctive stained glass windows. What I did not know was how important these windows would become to me.





One memorable day, I happened to find a parking place near the chapel. I had a few minutes to spare, so I decided to walk up the stone pathway to the chapel. I wanted to see what it was about the chapel that caused students to use words like unforgettable to describe it. I walked into the chapel as sunlight streamed through the windows. I understood why the chapel was used often for students who need to meditate…or perhaps used for worship in a non-denominational atmosphere…or used as a beautiful locale for the celebration of marriage. I returned many times.




I soon realized that the stained glass windows were clearly and uniquely designed with a theme in mind. In reading about the chapel, I discovered that the theme is “Women Ministering to the Human Needs”. Various professions that students planned to enter were represented by the windows. Indeed, it has been said that “each window pays respect to women in that particular profession” that they have chosen. Amazing, just amazing!


These Stained Glass Windows Represent…

1. Motherhood. Located directly over the alter, this window is the largest and the one that you immediately see upon entrance. The window symbolizes woman as Mother. The Biblical conception of motherhood from Proverbs is depicted in the illustrations. These illustrations represent the ideals for motherhood from Proverbs…strength, desire, leadership, kindness, loyalty and love.

2. Nursing. This window honors the women who worked tirelessly to pave the way for the modern day nursing profession. The ideal nursed is illustrated in the center.

3. Teaching. This window honors “the women who use their knowledge as a tool to educate the minds of others”. Helen Keller and her teacher Anne Sullivan are illustrated in the window.

4. Music. This window honors women who achieve through music. The words “Gloria in Excelsis Deo” are inscribed in the lower part of the window.

5. Dance. This window honors women who express themselves through beautiful movement.

6. Science. This window honors women who have chosen to study physics, chemistry and the biological sciences.

7. Social Sciences. This honors women who find ways to look for and relieve distress and suffering.

8. Literature. This window honors women who have chosen to be writers.

9. Speech. This window honors women in the arts.

10. Rose Window. Located above the entrance to the chapel, this window honors woman’s joy in the world around her.

11. Signature. Located in the vestibule, this small window honors and pictures the builders, donors and decorators of the chapel.


These Windows Exude Such Deep Meaning!

My most loved stained glass window at The Chapel in the Woods includes the following quote from Marie Curie…





The Delineator. One Fine Magazine.


The Delineator. What a curious name for a magazine. I had never heard of a magazine called The Delineator until last week. I suppose that I have been hiding under a bush, not even looking for Vogue or Glamour to be published each month. However, I do like Southern Living! I had never considered where or when or why magazines came into existence until I came across an old cookbook that my husband found at his aunt’s home. He helped pack away her belongings in large boxes and brought home the old cookbook for my out of control collection. I forgot that it was there.

Evidently, I have very blurred vision because I did not realize that the cookbook was there for almost ten years. While looking for a children’s cookbook for our daughter, I happened upon the 1930 cookbook. The name of the cookbook is New Delineator Recipes. I thought…”Oh my word! What could the word Delineator mean?” Honestly, I figured that it was some kind of a mixer or similar old kitchen device.

So…I did what any self-respecting person in 2017 does when they do not know something…I googled the word Delineator. You all might already be knowledgeable about this discovery, but it was a big surprise to me. There was a women’s magazine named The Delineator  that was published from 1873 until 1937. My old (but new to me) cookbook was an extension of the popular magazine.

The Delineator was initially a fashion magazine published by the Butterick Publishing Company. Yes…Butterick of the sewing pattern industry. They wanted to market their new sewing patterns all over the United States and knew from experience that magazines were the “new interest” of women. Beginning in 1864, early magazines were quickly growing in popularity. In 1864, Butterick began publishing the fashion magazine, The Ladies’ Quarterly Review of Broadway Fashions. In 1868, Butterick began publishing the Metropolitan Monthly. In 1873, both of these magazines were merged into The Delineator.


The Delineator quickly became one of the top magazines in the United States. Begun strictly as a women’s fashion magazine, new editors soon expanded the focus of the articles. The magazine now included fashions, tips for  home decorating, housekeeping ideas, women’s issues, health concerns and happenings in the arts.

As women’s rights came into focus, The Delineator took on the role as a leader and a vibrant voice as it lobbied for women’s suffrage during the early 1900s. In subsequent years, the magazine included articles about orphaned and abandoned children. Eventually the magazines moved away from social concerns and once again concentrated on aspects of the home, family, marriage and children.

By 1936 and 1937, the magazine was losing profitability and ceased publication in April, 1937. Sold to the Hearst Corporation, the magazine was merged with the Pictorial Review, another fashion magazine. The Hearst magazine merger stopped publishing in 1939.

The Delineator…a fashion forward magazine…with social content of important value. And…the reason that I have a 1930 cookbook named New Delineator Recipes! Very interesting recipes to follow in another post!

Talkin’ Texan Translations!


Just a song to get you in the right frame of mind for this post!


Honestly…I do not have an accent. Surely not. I have a confused accent. With a mother plus grandparents from Tennessee and a father whose grandparents/relatives lived all over Arkansas, I think that I talk like I am from a bunch of places. Add to that…my brother lived way up in Philadelphia for a few years after college. When he came home to visit, he talked like he grew up in Pennsylvania.

Then…he moved to New Orleans. After that, he sounded like he grew up in the French Quarter or…in the heart of the Garden District around St. Charles Avenue (well, he actually did live there). So now I have a litany of relatives with “the real thing” New Orleans accents. I really wish to goodness that I talked like them!

No wonder I became confused. I had no earthly idea what accent to choose. So…I just mixed them all together and still do. No wonder people are always saying to me:

“What? What in the world did you say?”

How totally insulting! I sound like a Texan! Well…maybe not, but I do talk using words that most all Texans use. Texas truly does have a language or word usage all to itself. Maybe when people ask me “What in the world did you say?”, they are referring to my words. That is it! They just need someone to translate! I really must not have an accent at all!



I just do not know how to use the same words in the same way as the rest of the country.



The very correct and very proper Texan tends to use the following important words and phrases…

1. Catty Whompus...can be used when a picture is crooked and not hanging correctly, a shirt does not fit right because one shoulder hangs down lower than the other (buttons are probably catty whompus, of course) or lines of children going to the cafeteria are not standing in straight lines. “Good grief…those lines are catty whompus!”

2. Dad Gum It…this special group of words keeps you from embarrassing your family and using a cuss word. Adele…at the Grammy Awards last Sunday…could have said “Dad Gum It…I am not doing this song justice”. She would not have had to apologize profusely to the entire audience for her not so polite words!

3. Fixin’…as in you are about ready to go somewhere very important or do something very important. “I am fixin’ to go shopping, dad gum it!”

4. Come Hell or High Water…to be used when you are bound and determined to do something and not one person can do anything about it! “Come Hell or High Water…I am fixin’ to quit this job by sundown!” Well…it does not really have to be that extreme.

5. Hitch in My Giddyup…this is not used that often anymore except when a person has a Charley Horse in a leg muscle or anywhere else for that matter. “Whoa! I surely do have me a Hitch in my Giddyup! I can’t even walk over to the supper table!”

6. Charley Horse...sort of explained in number five. But  isn’t this phrase used everywhere? Kind of a medical term as in “Doc…ya’ gotta get to fixin’ this Charley Horse!”

7. Coke…this word is used to describe any soft drink that you might be wanting to drink. In your area, you might call a soft drink by the word “soda”. In my “neck of the woods”, the word “soda” doesn’t work. However, if you just say “I’m taking myself on down to Sonic to get a Coke“…you could be buying any soft drink on the menu. When I was a teenager, I went on many “Coke dates”…        not as big a deal as a movie date. That is a “for sure” thing.

That is pretty much all I can explain. Right here and now…I have other fish to fry. Ya’ll will just have to wait until I get my act together again. I am just plum wore out and about to have a fit!




An Unpublished First Week Draft.

 Blogging Concept. Multicolor on White Brickwall.

I still have a lot to learn about this blogging business. I found out about another blogger way back during my first blogging week in late March, 2016. She found out about me first. I have no idea how she found me. When she posted her “Share Your World” post, I thought it was so funny and interesting. I wanted to answer these same questions. Evidently, I like to answer questions as long as I don’t have to make up the questions myself. That would take so much energy.

Back in March, I had a limited supply of energy on Monday and Tuesday…as well as Wednesday. Teaching five year old children was like riding a roller coaster backwards for over six hours. Exhausting, but fun. On Thursday I could probably have made up questions. Now that I have retired from teaching, I have time to think a bit more. I still do not make that much sense sometimes. Now…almost eleven months later…the entire previous paragraph most likely does not make sense to anyone but me. I think that I may possibly understand it…in a weird sort of way.

The following are my exact words from my very first week of writing a blog…when I honestly knew squat about blogging. Actually, I cannot say that I know much more now. I simply know that blogging is fun and I am figuring it out day by day! I have no idea why I did not even finish writing this post so that I could publish it. I really think that there were more questions to answer!



Parts of a first week post from March, 2016…

Anyway…back to the main point (see…I cannot seem to stay on point!)…the blogger who found out about me is a fascinating person (who I really do not know yet) from the vast mountain areas of Switzerland.  I am from Texas. I do not see mountains covered in snow from my front porch or backyard…I checked a few minutes ago and there are still no mountains.

So…the blogger from Switzerland posted “Share Your World” because it is a group challenge and the questions are originally posted by a person who I also do not actually know. I really want to answer these questions…nothing I like better than to talk about what I like and don’t like and what others like and don’t like. On second thought, I am thinking that I might need a real invitation to join this group! I am just joining on my own. Oh…there I go again …being pushy. I must remember to be kind and possibly patient. Do not just burst into groups!


“About my World” answers in March, 2016…

  1. If you had to have your vision corrected, would you rather have glasses or contacts? Or what do you use if  you need to have your vision corrected?

    Oh goodness, I had very poor vision and wore glasses for years. I tried contacts over and over again. They were never, ever comfortable. The soft ones were not even good for me. When Lasik came out, I was thrilled! When I had the procedure, I was beyond excited. I considered it a miracle. I had 20/20 vision by the next morning. Colors became very vivid! The grass was greener! The sky was bluer! I now need reading glasses for the newspaper and books. I have five pairs. I buy the glasses that are the wildest colors with the coolest cases. I am obsessed with reading glasses!

  2. If you had to describe your day as a traffic sign, what would it be?

    My traffic sign would have to be a SCHOOL sign. I am headed towards one of those signs every morning. I could also use the SPEED LIMIT sign and not the one by my school. How about the SPEED LIMIT signs all along my route? So many signs, so slow…I am way too late! Obviously, I do not leave early enough. I don’t like the freeways during the morning rush hours. Traffic! Now I drive to school on the side roads. It takes me about 45 minutes. There is time in 45 minutes to change every lesson plan that I have made for the day. I honestly have tried not to get any tickets. Really!

  3. Was school easy or difficult for you? How so? 

    I thought school was easy in Elementary School. Plus, I got to help raise the flag every morning in the very cool Fourth Grade. This same teacher let us paint at an easel once a week or so. I have no idea if we studied anything from books. I do not think that we did. I was just into the paint and the flag. Therefore, my Fourth Grade year was my most favorite!

    High School was not that hard either, but I notice that I was not part of the Top Ten graduates. I was so busy having fun on the drill team.

    College became difficult as soon as I entered my first year Zoology class. How dare them have a class in a lecture hall filled with 105 other freshmen! I was on the back row. I could not even see the professor. This goes back to Question #1. I did not make a good grade at all. This perhaps had something to do with the fact that I sold my Zoology book that year in October. Very not smart, I know! I needed a new outfit for a truly important date. Really…some teenagers who have just turned 17 years old after the semester starts…are not ready for Zoology or college. I did get that degree four years later. I guess that I grew up a little.

    More than 25 years after I graduated, I decided to go to graduate school. After I married and the children came along…I stopped working at newspapers. After a few years, I started teaching school. Eventually, I decided to get a master’s in Educational Leadership. I thought that I might not be accepted if the word got out about my zoology mishap. Evidently…the zoology incident was not described in my transcript. Since my husband and I were paying good money for these graduate classes…with one child already in college and one to follow in a few years…I put out the real effort. I was shocked that I found school easy! I did not need to paint at easels and I did not need to raise the flag to be excited about school!

    Amazing to go back to school as a grownup!