tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000784900301227178.post6450728807174552198..comments2020-06-10T11:33:13.001-05:00Comments on A Matter of Life & Breath: Kindergarten Registration: Fearful MemoryMelodie Beth Harrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01491194906557915679noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000784900301227178.post-85624302248217856082015-09-06T23:28:20.221-05:002015-09-06T23:28:20.221-05:00I wonder if everyone's kindergarten teacher ha...I wonder if everyone's kindergarten teacher had a name that started with H?Melodie Beth Harrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01491194906557915679noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000784900301227178.post-82839274259463538662015-09-06T23:27:16.948-05:002015-09-06T23:27:16.948-05:00How shocking for your young heart to discover your...How shocking for your young heart to discover your dad tricked you into going with the garden promise. Do you think you would have gone had you known?<br /><br />I liked how you wrote this. The details leading up to you finding the bright room and bustling kids kept me reading, for I wondered if you were going to find a room of evil clowns or something creepy. Glad it all turned out.<br /><br />But our young minds search for the familiar and you had Gladys. Thank you for sharing.Melodie Beth Harrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01491194906557915679noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000784900301227178.post-44624683666177902362015-09-06T21:08:32.046-05:002015-09-06T21:08:32.046-05:00Boy, do I remember. I was scared to death. No on...Boy, do I remember. I was scared to death. No one took me there ahead of time to "introduce" me to the teacher or school. I didn't want to go. Daddy told me it would be OK and I'd know the teacher. There will be other kids there, he told me. I asked him if the kids were all going to work in a garden. "Yes" he told me. So, I was ready. Even then I loved gardening. Well we were hauled to town and though the "big" kids got to go to the school, we had to go to the Legion Hall. It seems the bus driver took us in. We were a handful of kids from the farm, scared to death in a big, dank, spooky Legion Hall. We were told to go down the basement. I remember wondering how the garden could be down there but I could hear kids. There seemed to be a million steps. Finally we came out into a bright room filled with kids and the teacher was Gladys. I knew her from VBS since I was three. She kept us busy, made us all feel special. There was even a sandbox on legs but I never did find the garden. I couldn't believe it, my dad had lied to me.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000784900301227178.post-12635995826121244922015-09-06T19:56:59.932-05:002015-09-06T19:56:59.932-05:00Ms. Hamilton. :)Ms. Hamilton. :)Shelli Littletonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00136640834514348086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000784900301227178.post-66943749525451951762015-09-06T17:56:21.850-05:002015-09-06T17:56:21.850-05:00What a sweet teacher! I remember mine too. Mrs. He...What a sweet teacher! I remember mine too. Mrs. Heinemann. We sat in teams around a circle table. We used giant crayons, unlike the ones I had at home.Melodie Beth Harrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01491194906557915679noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000784900301227178.post-34774526405081286432015-09-06T17:20:56.498-05:002015-09-06T17:20:56.498-05:00I don't remember my first day, but I remember ...I don't remember my first day, but I remember my kindergarten teacher. I loved her. I lost a tooth in her class. And I found out later that when my mom and dad struggled to get me on time, she'd sit after hours with me until they came. Shelli Littletonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00136640834514348086noreply@blogger.com