After going to lunch with a friend today, we needed to pick her grandson up from kindergarten.
Just so happens it was the very school I attended back in the 1960s for 2nd through 6th grade.
I expected my grammar school to look smaller to me than my memory of it, but it didn't.
I first went into the office where I use to work during lunch hour in 1966, back in 6th grade.
I would answer the phone, take care of whoever entered the doors, and file absent notices.
Once I was told by the school nurse, "I'm going to lunch. Buzz for me if an emergency comes in.
If it's not an emergency, just have the student lie down and wait till I get back."
So shortly after the school nurse leaves, in walks a student claiming to have a sore throat.
I thought...well, when I have a sore throat it feels like an emergency to me...
so I buzzed for the nurse.
She came right over, took one look at the sick student and then gave me the evil eye.
She was not very happy with my judgement.
And I wasn't happy with it either at that moment. What was I thinking??
It seemed like an emergency to me when I buzzed for her.
All was not lost though.
Because I never forgot this, all through the years this memory has reminded me
to be patient with younger people.
It takes years of living and maturity and brain growth, to make wise choices.
The nurse's room was the first door to the left, right behind that boy.
I told him I use to go to this school. He was nice, but unimpressed.
Next I walked down the hallway to the cafeteria, again expecting it to look smaller than I remembered.
It didn't. It looked huge.
I told the lunch lady, who was eating ice cream and chewing gum (see her to the side?),
that I use to go to this school back in the 1960s. She gave a courtesy smile and said, "Oh, uh, huh."
to the tone of 'So what? And why are you telling me this?'
This woman in charge, looked younger than my children!
She didn't get why I would even be there.
I wanted to say, "And where is your bouffant hairdo?"
Then I walked down these halls.
It was in one of those classrooms in 1963, right where you see the sun shining,
that I learned of JFK's death.
Mr Dow, our principal took our teacher outside to tell her the news.
Then she came back in crying.
It was at this school in 1965 when my Dad showed up in the middle of the day.
(Dads never came to school back then.)
He came to tell me my Mom just had twins, "a BOY and a GIRL!"
We had only learned the day before there would be TWO babies.
I was SO EXCITED I could hardly stand it.
I also remember later on in 1965 being sent to the office because my Grandma had a crisis.
She was taking care of the twins and didn't know how to make the formula!
Back then all the bottles had to be sterilized just so, and the formula made step by step.
My teacher was buzzed on her wall phone, and then I was sent right to the office.
I remember how embarrassed I felt, talking on the office phone,
while the office lady, the school nurse, and the principal were standing there listening....
as I went over all the steps of bottle making with my Grandma.
Some things, are just etched in my memory forever.