Ahh, what a bunch of cuties we were - and look how we turned out. (I guess we'll see, come July!) This was Mrs. Schlough's class (you know, the adult with the brooch and swollen ankles). I believe this was taken before Merriam Ave. school was built. But let's talk fashion... Evidently Mike R. was practicing for future prep school, with his red blazer and pocket crest, plaid seemed to be a favorite, and then there's the Brownie uniforms.
Notice that this photo was ripped? I think I remember being mad at Mrs. S for some perceived social injustice involving grammar. Weird, huh? You're right about the memories flooding back - SOME of them, that is. Other things are better left in the far recesses of one's mind.
This is a wonderful idea, Peggy. I'm letting people know about it A.S.A.P. (That red blazer of mine was a 7-year-old chick magnet, by the way.)
ReplyDeleteAh, good ol' Mrs. Schlough. Where's her green sneakers in this photo? I remember, I think - - you know me and my sharp/fuzzy memories - - watching her put her head down on her desk and crying on that fateful day when the news circulated about President John F. Kennedy's assassination. I got up from my desk and walked to the front of the room to put my hand on her head to console her.
Thank you Peggy. Very creative idea. I love it.
ReplyDeleteYes peggy you did do that..such a caretaker you were! :) I loved this teacher green sneakers and all!
ReplyDeleteIf I ever wondered before why my best friend married Mike Richard..this picture would have cleared that up..what a cutie!!
ReplyDeleteYeah, I WAS cute. What happened? By the way, the year on this photo is probably 1963, not '62. And the reason my ears are sticking up is because Connie Schleiff has her hand on my butt.
ReplyDeleteI fear that I may have besmirched the name of dear Mrs. Schlough - you know, part of those sharp/fuzzy memories. O.K., here's the sharp part, I was defending Dennis Geary's use of the word "hurriedly" - but maybe it was the 6th grade (or one of those even-numbered ones at any rate). Now that I think about it, I probably wasn't much of a grammarian in the 2nd grade. And, it was 1963, of course - let's call that a typo!:-)
ReplyDeletePeggy thanks for posting this! I lost my copy and I really did like Mrs. Shlough especially since I hated my 1st grade teacher so much (can't remember her name - I've represseed it). My fondest memory of this class is how Danny Finklea would put his erasers in his mouth and then turn around and spit them on my desk when Mrs. Schlough wasn't looking. He was so cute that I let him get away with it.
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