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Thinking back to my Kindergarten days, I realize now that we were fortunate to have an extraordinary teacher.
Miss Helen Jane was a bubbly person, always smiling, and as she spoke she would look into the eyes of each child.
She stood at the door welcoming each child by calling their name as they entered the room, and at the end of the day she would again stand at the door and plant a kiss on our cheek as we left.
The girls did not mind, but for show, the boys would usually rub off her kiss.
In today’s world those kisses would certainly not be approved by the School board, or the State or the Federal Government. But that was the year 1937 and things were different then.
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The child, whose name was shown on the card, was asked to skip around the circle and return back to his or her seat.
Our teacher made a game out of us being able to recognize our name.
She also taught us to print our name in big bold letters on lined paper and to recognize numbers from one to ten, to distinguish shapes and colors and to understand that learning was fun.
I remember that our chairs and tables were all painted a lovely hot pink.
There was one chair that was BAD brown. Our teacher called it the “Thinking Chair.” I never had to sit in it, but the idea was; those who misbehaved were to sit and “think” until they were ready to apologize to our teacher.
Actually I don’t remember any child ever having to sit in that bad brown thinking chair. We all wanted to please our teacher and to be good children.
When Kindergarten graduation was over and I entered the first grade room, you can imagine my shock when I discovered that all the chairs and tables were BAD brown – not pretty pink.
What had I done to deserve this?
Isn’t that the truth, Life can’t always be PINK - - like Kindergarten!
This post has been linked to Michelle’s Thought Provoking Thursday