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The other night I had put some vitamins on the counter. I put my hand at the edge of the cabinet and scooped them into it.
When I did, memories of playing jacks at grammar school came back as real as I if it were right then. We would play near the
steps going into the school. It was a entrance way, and the cement was so smooth. You really had something when you had the
big fat colored jacks! Oh my, the hours I played jacks at home and at recess. What a very wonderful memory to come back to me.
We either were playing hop scotch with the squares drawn out in the dirt, pieces of glass we brought from hoime scattered in the squares, or paying
jump rope. Those were the days. I got a knot on my forehead today from the time we were playing chase and the every green oak as base. I was running
so hard I ran right into it. I had a goose egg on my forehead. Another time ran in to a boy and got one on the other side. Evened things out with my bumps on my forehead.
Recess was a magical time. Playing under the shurbs making make believe play houses, swinging on those big swings. Now that is a story in itself.
They were big swings
and one could go way up in them.. We would try to go so high we could make it gove over in a circle. Kids in their minds can do anything. I would swing so high the chairns would
buckle. Little did I know I could have gotten seriously hurt. The seats on the swings were heavy winde wood several inches deep and a wide place to sit. Not like the play ground swins today. At the end where the three legs were, well one could run and grab the end one and swing around almost with legs straight out. I went by the school many years later, Yes the wings were big, but bigger than the ones today, but not as big as my child memory had them. The memory stays with me over 50 years later. Oh, and when the nurse came to the school to give shots. I would run for the swings on recess. You could smell the alcohol she used. I had a reaction to shots so I didn't take them. But I just knew that she was going to come after me and give me one. If I was swinging real high, then she couldn't get me.
What childhood memory brings smiles to your face, and wonderment still when you remember them?
(C) Lois Bierman 12/30/08 All rights reserved
When I did, memories of playing jacks at grammar school came back as real as I if it were right then. We would play near the
steps going into the school. It was a entrance way, and the cement was so smooth. You really had something when you had the
big fat colored jacks! Oh my, the hours I played jacks at home and at recess. What a very wonderful memory to come back to me.
We either were playing hop scotch with the squares drawn out in the dirt, pieces of glass we brought from hoime scattered in the squares, or paying
jump rope. Those were the days. I got a knot on my forehead today from the time we were playing chase and the every green oak as base. I was running
so hard I ran right into it. I had a goose egg on my forehead. Another time ran in to a boy and got one on the other side. Evened things out with my bumps on my forehead.
Recess was a magical time. Playing under the shurbs making make believe play houses, swinging on those big swings. Now that is a story in itself.
They were big swings
and one could go way up in them.. We would try to go so high we could make it gove over in a circle. Kids in their minds can do anything. I would swing so high the chairns would
buckle. Little did I know I could have gotten seriously hurt. The seats on the swings were heavy winde wood several inches deep and a wide place to sit. Not like the play ground swins today. At the end where the three legs were, well one could run and grab the end one and swing around almost with legs straight out. I went by the school many years later, Yes the wings were big, but bigger than the ones today, but not as big as my child memory had them. The memory stays with me over 50 years later. Oh, and when the nurse came to the school to give shots. I would run for the swings on recess. You could smell the alcohol she used. I had a reaction to shots so I didn't take them. But I just knew that she was going to come after me and give me one. If I was swinging real high, then she couldn't get me.
What childhood memory brings smiles to your face, and wonderment still when you remember them?
(C) Lois Bierman 12/30/08 All rights reserved
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