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54 Years a retrospective story ( Part 2)


27 May 2020 11:37 Am

When I was 5 years old we did not have day care or preschool, we had head start. The school was located up the hollow and had at one time been a small elementary school. We had our shoe boxes in which we kept certain very important and treasured supplies such as a towel for taking naps on the floor and a box of crayons and scissors for cutting paper and the all important elmers paste glue and before your thought wonders the answer is no, I never did eat the paste (YUCK)! My teachers were two, kind and old fashioned ladies named Mrs. Herst and Mrs Ziggler. A more gental and patient but stern pair to take care of children would be hard to find then but more than likely impossible now.

They would read to us and have sing alongs and make sure that we were quiet during our nap time as they sipped coffee or tea from their thermos. There were some toys and very large wooden block for us to play with and once they even had an acting troupe come in and put on a Winnie the Pooh play! Incidently I have loved Winnie the Pooh every since then unto this very day. The costumes were goofy but the actors seemed to have so much fun that to us it seemed that the whole 100 acer wood was right up there on that small school stage! And they seem to put into that little play as much heart as they would have Shakespeere in a fancy metropolitan theater. I remember the woman who played Pooh with such enthusiasm with such a sweet smile the most because she seemed to enjoy it so much.

It is funny to think back at such a small thing and see what an impact that it had on life. Those kind ladies who taught us and the small friends I played with and Winnie the Pooh live on stage just for a bunch of small town toddlers. Never can there be made a movie or a play or a story written that can replace or displace the fond memories of a childs heart.


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