Originally Posted by vintagemotif
Originally Posted by cabbagepatchkid
Originally Posted by miriam
II sewed on the dress I wore to first grade but couldn't write my own name - didn't do kindergarten - it's probably what's wrong with me...
poison ivy is not as weepy as yesterday - kind of crusty though
I didn't do Kindergarten, either. Back in the "olden days" :roll: :-D we started school in 1st grade. Maybe that is what was wrong with me when I was in the 8th grade I thought it would be
fun to get out of doing school work by rubbing poison ivy leaves all over and between the fingers of my right hand :shock: :shock: :shock: Well, needless to say, I am 57 yrs old now but I can still remember the
agony of the itch and pain that I experienced with fingers swollen, twice their size, from the rash. So, I feel your pain and hope that your poison ivy heals really quick.
I didn't do kindergarten either, but I did learn from others and got to explore outdoors. Watched my dad lay a patio with blue stone, fix his tools, mow a yard, chop a humongous tree down, and build a stone wall. Watched my mom cook, sew her own clothes, paint the house, and clean house. I climbed trees, road bikes, played in the stream down the hill, fished, collected insects, and picked blackberries for pies. Yup, much better than kindergarten.
Oh and in the summer I only wore shoes to church... had the run of the whole town, visited all the old people, threw tomato at cars and oh dear, got spanked... yeah and mom gardened, canned it all, breast fed her baby while keeping track of 3 other kids... sew clothes for all of us and taught Sunday School. I made my own doll clothes from scratch, made puppets from socks, baked cookies, dug holes almost to China in odd places, got spanked, played ball in the empty lot, rode a bike all over the neighborhood, read books, rarely watched tv, delivered papers, collected pop bottles and got 2 cents a bottle... actually went trick or treating in the whole town, played in the coal bin, got spanked, watched the old ladies tie quilts, attempted to tat, watched an old lady hook a rug... took out the church steps for the wood, got spanked... and so on... and when I grew up I homeschooled my kids and guess what my grand kids are homeschooled too. They have watched twin goats birthed, milked a goat, captured chickens, raised rabbits, cried when said chickens were killed, cried when rabbit escaped, etc. Oh and they rarely watch tv.