More memories of school days- - -

Remembering school days brought back a bunch of things . . . .

How about autograph books Remember them?? They were passed around from friend to friend to write some thing to remember them by. Some of the standard, AND GOOD ONES, were
First comes love, then comes marriage,
Then comes Joyce with a baby carriage.
(This was the usual order of events back then!)

Another - May you have a wonderful life with just enoughclouds to make a beautiful sunset,

A favorite uncle (Uncle Chancy) summed it all pretty well when he wrote:

Well, kid, life is real and not a rage
So calm yourself and act your age!

(I find myself reviewing this good advice sometimess - even now - after all these years have gone by.)

School Days, School Days -

When I was a kid, many, many, many years ago, there was an old song that went like this:

School days , school days, dear old golden rule days;
Reading and writing and 'rithmetic taught to the tune of a hickory stick.
You were my bashful barefoot beau - I was your queen in calico;
I rode on your sled. I love you, Joe; when we were a couple of kids!

Now in the little two room school house I attended, there were 2 teachers - Miss Faye and Miss Frances. Miss Faye's husband was indeed named "Joe", but Miss Frances' was called Claudie.
Sooooooo, when we sang above mentioned song Miss Faye sang out loud and clear. "I love you,
Joe". Not to be outdone Miss Frances chimed in with "I Love you, Claudie", then they would both almost collapse with laughter.

Yes, this really happened and I look back fondly remembering these 2 young teachers
proclaiming their love in such a happy and meaningful way!!!!

(Picture shown is site of old schoolhouse)

Here I am again!!

SWIFTLY CAME SEPTEMBER



by Joyce King Eddlemon



Swiftly came September, lingered just awhile;

Every day as precious as a baby's smile.



Swift the years are passing - chapters of our life-

Happiness and sadness; peaceful times and strife

Woven all together to form a tapestry

Of golden threads, and silver, for all the world to see.



Swift my thoughts turn backward

To a by-gone time;

Memories grow more mellow

As a well-aged wine.



Happy times and laughter,

Loved ones young and old

Blend to form a treasure

More rare than finest gold.



Walk with me, beloved. back to yesterday;

Savor all the joys of life lived in a simpler way.

Know as down the road of life each footstep that you take,

Each song you sing, each joy you bring tomorrows' memories make.



(Written for Skip,Beth, Sue & Ann - my personal masterpieces-

and for Jim, Roy and Fred who brouht much happiness.)