Deuteronomy 6:9 And thou shalt write them upon the posts of thy house, and on thy gates - - so that your children will remember!!
Jeremiah 30:2 Thus the LORD God of Israel, says, Write thee all the words that I have spoken unto thee in a book.
Monday, June 1, 2015
True Story Blog Party Week 06/01/15
Listening to a True Story
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A True Story from My
Book “Rescue the Stories Book One”
Life is not always “Pink”
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.
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
An old victrola was in our room, and as we sat in a circle
Miss Helen Jane would play music and shuffle our names from a group of flash
cards. 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.
I remember that our chairs and tables were all painted a
lovely hot pink.
There was one chair that was brown.Our teacher called it the “Thinking
Chair.”The idea was; those who
misbehaved were to sit and “think” until they were ready to apologize to our
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 be good children.
When Kindergarten was over and I entered the first grade
room, you can imagine my shock when I discovered that all the chairs and tables
were that 'bad brown' – not pretty pink.
What had I done to deserve this?
Aint that the truth, Life isn’t always Fair and Fun like