Saturday, May 19, 2012

Commentor Memories Number 140 Dust Bunny Queens first day of school

She was looking through some old photos and found her photo from her first day at school.
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14 comments:

The Dude said...

48 star flag and a semi-automatic - back when school, regardless of how good the spelling teacher was, was worth attending.

May 20, 2012 at 4:55 AM
AllenS said...

YOU GO GIRL!

May 20, 2012 at 7:37 AM
Michael Haz said...

That's my kinda girl!

May 20, 2012 at 7:38 AM
ricpic said...

Hey, I'm old enough to remember when the 48 star flag was...forever. To a kid whatever he grows up with is forever. But it was seriously disturbing when those 2 outliers were added to the "lower" forty eight. Still hate it when the continental US is designated lower 48.

May 20, 2012 at 9:20 AM
The Dude said...

I remember taking my brother's .22 caliber rifle to school for shooting class which was an elective held at the shooting range behind the school. Learned how to shoot, that's for sure.

Try taking a rifle to school today and see what you learn...

May 20, 2012 at 9:39 AM
ndspinelli said...

I'm guessing from the photo she's not a Democrat.

May 20, 2012 at 10:13 AM
Dust Bunny Queen said...

OMG...that almost looks like me at that age.

LOL.

I'm old enough to remember when the 48 star flag was...forever

And we started every day at school with the Pledge of Allegiance. Sat quietly in class (or else), called our teachers Mr. and Mrs. or Miss. (or Sister, when in Catholic School). Memorized our times tables and other facts. Teachers didn't caret whether we had self esteem or felt super duper good about ourselves. We were there to shut up and learn in class.

@Sixty. We had a gun club in our Junior and Senior High. They posed for their rifles in the yearbook. No one thought it was anything but normal.

May 20, 2012 at 10:34 AM
Dust Bunny Queen said...

Posed for their yearbook pictures with rifles, I mean.

Who knows if they posed "for" their rifles at home. Maybe a couple of the guys. Eeeeew.

May 20, 2012 at 10:37 AM
The Dude said...
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May 20, 2012 at 10:50 AM
windbag said...

I remember taking my brother's .22 caliber rifle to school...

I hitchhiked to swimming practice one Saturday morning. The guy who picked me up gave me a beer. I gave it to the coach, who said, "Cool, now I know what I'm having for lunch," and put it in his office.

That was another world.

May 20, 2012 at 11:37 PM
The Dude said...

A lot of my teachers were WWII vets (I think one old guy was a WWI vet, but his nickname was "Bulldog" and we gave him a wide berth) - guys who were tough as nails and didn't take any crap. The flip side of that was that they knew that most of the little stuff didn't matter.

It truly was a different time. You want to play with explosives? Fine, just don't come cryin' when you blow your frickin' hand off. Or else be smart enough to avoid injury and come back with a tale worth telling.

May 21, 2012 at 8:15 AM
Chip S. said...

A lotta guys at your school named Lefty?

May 21, 2012 at 9:41 AM
blake said...

I never said the pledge.

I found it disturbing, even as a 7-year-old.

May 21, 2012 at 4:36 PM
The Dude said...

Nope - one guy did have a blasting cap go off in his hand, however. He used to take the blasting caps from the box on his back porch - right next to the box of dynamite.

My brother ran into the same guy the other day and all he would say to my brother was "Yeah, I could tell you some stories".

In any case, other than getting a face full of shrapnel, he was uninjured and has gone on to be very successful.

And yet for some reason we always told not play with blasting caps - grownups - always trying to keep us from having fun!

May 21, 2012 at 7:50 PM

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