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I moved away after high school at the age of 17.
I returned to visit several times and actually, after 7
years, returned with my newly formed family for a 4-year stay.
Moreover, I now feel bad about the fact that I moved 2000
miles away and for all of 55 years, I did not visit the
CEMETERY where my father and grandparents were buried.
It seems when I was young, I only focused on the future,
where I was going-not from whence I came. When I got older
and refocused on my past, the familiar stirrings of my
soul became one sad commentary. And I was to blame.
I presently have a self-inflicted sore spot that
occasionally ails me for being so unattached that
I failed to visit the CEMETERY for so long a period.
I have mixed feelings about unveiling my soul to you.
Moreover, the visit to the CEMETERY a few months ago
was also a flashback to second grade, because it was the
church where I attended school. The CEMETERY had become
overcome with weeds, and the church building was in disrepair.
Not far away was the homesite where I was born. The site was there,
but not a trace of the house. All and all, this visit turned out to be
a sad one, because I could not identify my father's grave and my house
of birth was gone forever. Time does not wait; nor does it have a rival.
Time hid my father's grave, and time destroyed the house of my birth.
020323PSCtest, Writing Challenge-C Words. Constance La France
The Word chosen: Cemetery. 1P
I rushed into my friend’s office once not realizing she had a guest.
She said “This is Dr. Pat McClintock.”
Dr. Pat McClintock said “You are a Stone Twin from Chariton Iowa.”
This shocked me.
I was forty-four at the time, living in Missouri.
No one here knew about me being a twin.
Well, maybe one or two, but not a stranger.
I nodded, wondering who this woman was.
“I was your second grade teacher, Miss Meyers.”
Suddenly I remembered her well.
She had drawn a horse for Becky Jones.
When I said I wanted one she said she would make me one.
But the next time we came to school, she was gone.
Right after Christmas break.
She never came back and I never got that drawing.
I remembered her all right….
When the preacher asked Do you take this man
The groom thought this was a thrill
The bride replied I may as well
Being no one else will
When the preacher said Do you take this woman
For your awful wedded wife
The groom replied Oh my
You mean the sentence is for life
Two families sitting side by side
Watching each other like hawks
When the Bride and groom stepped outside
Instead of rice, they threw rocks.
It was a romance made in heaven
If you want to know the truth
She was in love with his pick up truck
And he loved her front tooth
They went on their honeymoon
To a cabin on top of the hill
There was furniture on the front lawn
In the back there was a still
He promised her he’d do his best
And some day they’d have it made
So he decided to go back to school
And finish second grade
Now you might think this is funny
And filled your heart with laughter
But they never worried about material things
So they lived happily ever after.
1959, Chariton, Iowa, sixty miles south of Des Moines
I was prancing around proudly showing off my snow people pin.
Husband and wife, glitzy with glitter, I was so excited.
I wore it to school on my coat. Tried to pin it onto my dress.
The teacher ordered me to take it back to the cloakroom.
Too much of a distraction. I was irritated. Second grade. Sheesh!
We did not have breaks those days, so I could not sneak a peek.
I was in a foul mood by lunch. My mom suggested I leave it at home.
Yes, we walked home and had soup and grilled cheese back in the day.
I refused, because it was mine, and I adored it.
Something from Aunt Marjorie.
She always bought us the best gifts; and I was kind of a peacock about it.
Kept touching it, to make sure it was on my coat,
the whole block back to school.
A winter storm came up and threw buckets of snow down onto us after lunch.
School was called off early. We were warned to put on our slacks.
Girls were allowed to wear slacks to and from, but only under dresses.
We put on our slacks and raced each other home, my twin and I.
We were laughing with pure happiness when we arrived.
And there were hot chocolate chip cookies! I remember being so pleased!
Until I realized my snow people pin was gone.
I wanted to retrace my steps to school, but my mother would not allow it.
You would catch pneumonia she told me. My day ruined. I have never forgotten my gorgeous, wonderful, glitzy, glittery snow people pin.
Written 12-06-2020
Contest: Story from Your Childhood
Sponsor: L. Milton Hanks
Years ago, there was a Mrs. Whatshername.
To have her in second grade was a crying shame.
That teacher had a temper as hot as a flame.
Down to the counselor’s office she sent me walking.
All I was guilty of was a little talking.
This happened on more than one occasion.
Is there any other form of communication?
She was like boiling pots without lids.
How could she teach if she hated kids?
Mrs. Whatshername was the worst teacher I remember.
In 1962, it all started in September.
Was I thankful for that last day of school in June!
For the whole summer, I was singing a happier tune!
As a kid in Southern California
I loved rainy days.
However much it rained,
I wanted it to rain more.
Mom had us buckle up our rain boots to go to school -
And put on our hooded yellow raincoats.
Mrs. Stillman, our second grade teacher, made popcorn on rainy days.
On the way home,
Gutters became rivers.
Leaves became boats.
Small lakes formed in the backyard.
Sometimes, rarely, we enjoyed thunder and lightning.
How fun it was to get soaked,
And then to come in, shower, and put on dry clothes,
And watch the rain through the window.
On the day after, the sidewalks were littered with worms,
But there was no smog, and, suddenly, the San Gabriel mountains appeared.
Rain was a rare treat
For a kid in Southern California.
Four little girls in second grade
Each carrying a backpack of pure unhappiness
Not willing to be friends on their own
So I started a friendship club
They had fun together
Until one pointed to another and said
I cannot get along with her
That’s too bad, I said. I guess you cannot be in the friendship club.
SHE CAN’T GET ALONG WITH ME EITHER!
She did not say that, I told her. We will miss you.
No, I think I can get along with her, she said.
I rolled my eyes silently, inside my head where she could not see me.
Girls choose to like or not like at an early age.
No rhyme or reason to it.
~~~Second Grade Terrorists~~~
Chicago Public Schools
I graduated in January, happy as a lark!
I was able to enlighten young ones, no longer would
they have to live in the dark!
With my little blue Fiat, as sweet as candy,
I drove to a Chicago hood, to launch my life as a teacher,
I knew it would be just dandy.
Fate had other plans for me though!
These second graders had seven teachers prior to me.
whom they turned into playdough.
Such cute little boys and girls, I mistakemly thought!
But once the principal left, all manner of mischief they
sought.
Their favorite habit, if I recall, was sneaking out of their
chairs.
To show off their talents extraordinaire, writing pornographic
words on the blackboards with a flair!
Another was causing fights in a totally quiet class,
By mumbling to another~"Yo Momma, got a big _ss!"
Stealing another's pencil turned the room upside down,
Desks turned over, flying debris, I remember that class
With intense perfidy.
I was able to get assigned in two months to another
school.
Yes, in the hood but in this school the principal was
tough as nails, and never allowed any teacher to be
made a fool.
My days at the new school were fun and very pleasant,
I loved my years there.
Teaching was fulfilling now and hardly a bear.
In memory of Yakir W. Korey- CPS Principal. The Best!
Who saw the potential in each new teacher and was a
support, mentor, but never a critic! Thank you!
Panagiota Romios
5/2/2019
2:30pm PST
Hooray for Captain Spaulding...
though he played only a cameo role
helping me secure corrective eyewear I sport
mucho gratitude to all parties involved
including the missus,
cuz she needed to shuttle me
to and from hither and yon,
wherever I needed to go,
cuz entire bill paid
(including thorough examinations and lenses -
the frames repurposed
from one used many moons ago)
courtesy AETNA Medicare Advantra
in tandem with superb
ocular optometrist Doctor Paul Halpern,
that would be an unpaid for plug
touting outstanding kickass knowhow
insync with his offbeat good humor
without making a spectacle of himself.
Many insightful revolutionary breakthroughs
linkedin to gamut of intelligent people,
whose exhaustive mental,
physical and spiritual efforts
witnessed visually impaired
(shortsightedness affected wordsmith
since he entered second grade
at Eagleville Elementary School
circa approximately mid nineteen sixties)
and anticipated him being called
mildly derogatory name four eyes,
thus withheld donning glasses
at the expense of lackluster marks
for that half year, cuz parents moved
to 324 Level Road
initially R(oute) D(elivery)
until Donald Neilson
(if memory serves me
more correctly than spelling
of his surname, and "The Idler Wheel
Is Wiser Than the Driver of the Screw
and Whipping Cords Will Serve You
More Than Ropes Will Ever Do" by Fiona Apple),
and yesterday November 12th, 2024
happily, proudly, and zealously wears glasses
to see the webbed wide world crystal clear.
Post cataract surgery,
about couple months
after consultation at Kremer Eye Center
and finally came to figurative juncture
whereat (drum roll please...)
prescription adjusted eyeglasses
now sit squarely on my button nose -
as long as I hold them there with a finger
until cosmetic surgeon affixes a bump
on the bridge of said nose
analogous to the song titled
I can see clearly now the rain is gone
I can see all obstacles in my way
(courtesy Johnny Nash,
who raked in quite a bit of cash)
to drive our 2020 Hyundai Elantra
after dark shadows slink and slither
along the edge of night
encompassing an ever widening berth,
where the outer limits
meld with swathes of the twilight zone.
Sometimes a simple question
needs a simple answer,
other times, a lecture.
I adhere to the principle of truthfulness, irrespective of the consequences. He asked if I had any affection for him, which reminded me of a mathematical question posed by my second-grade teacher. Maintaining a composed manner, I replied in the negative. His response exhibited a noticeable change in demeanor. I firmly believe that honesty holds significant value, regardless of potential outcomes. The inquiry, "Do you love me?" has been addressed to me on numerous occasions, more than I am inclined to mention; I interpret it as a politically charged statement. (Increase in social security benefits)
Sometimes a simple question
Needs a simple answer
Other times, a lecture.
And as for me, I hate having long, drawn-out lectures
Today I am celebrating my 69th Sunday, 2026
It is well with my soul.