The Early Years
Copyright© 2012 by JPM
Chapter 6
I remember feeling very sad when we found out we were going to be moving once more.
Dad had notched another rung for his ladder and we would be heading for Buffalo, New York. North Tonawanda actually.
4th grade is a bit of a blur for me. I know we started at St. B's. So, I'm thinking it was September, 1968.
We moved in the winter time. I recall seeing big chunks of ice in the river when we visited Buffalo.
I really liked my friends in Springfield and recall asking my teacher if there was any way to get a list of students?
I would check with them first, so that I could write to them after we were gone.
At that time there were no crazy constraints and I was given a typed sheet with names and addresses and phone numbers.
I added some from the local neighborhood and knew I could write to any of these friends once settled in Buffalo.
It was early in 1969. I had turned 10. We moved and there was no Saint anything school for us to attend.
I remember it was a public school. The teaching methods were totally different.
And where we had just started in on sentence structure at my old school, this school was way ahead in the book.
I know I never did quite catch on to all the verb structures and nouns and predicates.
Wow! I might have blocked some of this nonsense out also. I'm laughing because I know I could write a sentence; just don't ask me to point out the assisting verb or whatever it is called. Sorry, I am still chuckling about this memory coming out to meet my fingers on the keyboard.
I forgot to mention in my earlier memories about air raid drills. In first grade we still had them. A mad scramble to get out of your desk and hide under it.
Like that was going to protect us from a blast of heat and energy as it destroyed the walls of the school. My chuckling brought this one out. It was in there and wanted to come out and say hello.
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