Saturday, October 2, 2010

Fall means back to school

   The leaves are blowing by the window and the green grass becomes a background for the yellow and red leaves as they come to rest. It is so pretty outside now , pity it is such a short season.
    Fall may be the end of summer but it is the beginning of the school year and the yellow school bus passes our house daily. I never knew what it was like to ride a bus  because being a city girl within walking distance of a school I never had an occasion to ride to school until I was in high school. I remember when we lived in Belle Plaine I walked about 6 or 7 blocks to school, out of my neighborhood, then past the stores down town and  to the other side of town, a nice walk when the weather was pleasant but not much fun in the winter. When it was cold we dressed in layers, no insulated boots to keep feet warm, no down filled jackets or fancy mittens. I had boots that were rubber with a thin layer of felt inside but provided no warmth only kept my shoes dry, my coat and mittens were made of wool but I did have snow pants which kept my legs warm since it was not permissible for girls to come to school wearing slacks only dresses. If you had no snow pants you could wear slacks under your dress but they had to be removed and hung in the cloak room during school.
    Mother was a very good sewer and though I didn't have fancy clothes for school I did get compliments on my pretty skirts, I didn't ever mention that they were made from feed sacks mother had bought down at the feed mill. Now don't think they were gunny sacks, no they were made of cotton and had pretty prints on them and if you could find two alike you had enough for a skirt or blouse. Mother didn't use a pattern but could sew it to fit me as I tried them on. She did buy fabric for special dresses like for Easter. I recall one dress she made for me that had a circle skirt and a peplum, which was a ruffle on a tie and the ruffle went in the back of your waist and tied in front with a bow. The dress was silky and felt so beautiful and when you spun around the circle skirt would stand way out. I still remember how it felt to wear that dress. I didn't have many store bought dresses but at Easter time I got a new Easter hat. I recall one that was called a sweet heart hat because it's brim formed a heart shape around your face.
    Our school was considered modern in that time with black boards made of slate and felt erasers, sometimes I would stay after school to help the teacher by taking the erasers out into the hall where there was a built in eraser cleaner. You opened a small door and inside was a circular beater that you held the eraser against as you turned the crank. It sure did a good job and you didn't have to go outside to smack them together getting the chalk all over your clothes.
    Spring was so special for me because finally mother would say "you don't need to wear your boots today" that meant  no more struggling to get them on or off and best of all it meant that I could tap dance all the way to school.  You see shoes were expensive and the only way you got new ones was to out grow the old ones. Shoes were polished every Saturday and even though heels and soles could be replaced, that cost money so instead cleats were nailed to heels and toes making them last longer. So when the boots came off and I walked to school on the side walk I would sound like a tap dancer and I loved it. Was I poor or rich you judge but for me I am rich in memories. You see we were treated as children so we had a carefree childhood. We were not burdened with sex education in grade school and our parents dressed us like children instead of miniature adults. The only violence on TV was wrestling and in the movies the only shooting was done by the Lone Ranger who only wounded the bad man and good always prevailed. Our young minds had good things to think on and wholesome books to read and our folks made sure of that. The times were hard and money was short but I never knew that, I only knew that I was young and life was great fun. I am sure if my mother was here she would say " ah but it was more fun growing up when I was young" and she probably would be right.

1 comment:

  1. I spent alot of time cleaning the erasers because i couldnt keep my mouth from talking!

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