I remember -2
This time I am going to remember things about my childhood...
I remember going to kindergarten at public school #77 (the local catholic school did not have a kindergarten). Shortly after I began attending some kid who was playing with the building blocks decided to hit me in the head with one...or did I hit some kid in the head with one...memories???
I remember Nativity of the BVM (that's Blessed Virgin Mary for those uninitiated) school. It was on Albany Street about as far from my house as my mailbox is at this house. Brisk walking would get me there in about 2 minutes. My usual pace was 45 seconds. Why the hurry???
We were expected to attend the 8:15 mass at the Church (same name), sit with our class and then march in line to the school. In the afternoon when we returned from lunch we lined up with our classmates out in front of the school (boys that is), girls lined up at the side door of the school and when the bell rang we proceeded in silence to our rooms. There was usually a class monitor at the head of the line who led us.
I remember Pat the janitor who worked in the basement furnace room. He stoked the furnace in the winter and cleaned after classes let out. The furnace room was also the place where we went to "clap" erasers, i.e. bang the erasers together to get the chalk dust out of them. Any of you remember "clapping erasers"? If the weather was good we did it outside at the side of the building and often made designs on the wall. Of course that was not the expected "clapping procedure" but much more fun than just banging them together.
Clapping erasers was on of the chores that went to a teachers pet. I don't know why except that it meant you didn't have to file out of the school with everyone else. You got to stay behind and help Sister clean the room. OH Goody...
I remember one time throwing the erasers against the side of the building to beat the dust out and one of them went up and landed on a low (one story) roof outside the entrance to the boiler room.
Being in grave fear of returning without the requisite number of erasers, we (Paul Tardif and I who were co-conspirators ) tried without success to scale the wall to the roof and finally snuck a ladder out of the bioiler room when Pat wasn't looking and retrieved it that way. Such adventures?
Perhaps tomorrow or the next day I will remember something else and bore you with it.
I remember going to kindergarten at public school #77 (the local catholic school did not have a kindergarten). Shortly after I began attending some kid who was playing with the building blocks decided to hit me in the head with one...or did I hit some kid in the head with one...memories???
I remember Nativity of the BVM (that's Blessed Virgin Mary for those uninitiated) school. It was on Albany Street about as far from my house as my mailbox is at this house. Brisk walking would get me there in about 2 minutes. My usual pace was 45 seconds. Why the hurry???
We were expected to attend the 8:15 mass at the Church (same name), sit with our class and then march in line to the school. In the afternoon when we returned from lunch we lined up with our classmates out in front of the school (boys that is), girls lined up at the side door of the school and when the bell rang we proceeded in silence to our rooms. There was usually a class monitor at the head of the line who led us.
I remember Pat the janitor who worked in the basement furnace room. He stoked the furnace in the winter and cleaned after classes let out. The furnace room was also the place where we went to "clap" erasers, i.e. bang the erasers together to get the chalk dust out of them. Any of you remember "clapping erasers"? If the weather was good we did it outside at the side of the building and often made designs on the wall. Of course that was not the expected "clapping procedure" but much more fun than just banging them together.
Clapping erasers was on of the chores that went to a teachers pet. I don't know why except that it meant you didn't have to file out of the school with everyone else. You got to stay behind and help Sister clean the room. OH Goody...
I remember one time throwing the erasers against the side of the building to beat the dust out and one of them went up and landed on a low (one story) roof outside the entrance to the boiler room.
Being in grave fear of returning without the requisite number of erasers, we (Paul Tardif and I who were co-conspirators ) tried without success to scale the wall to the roof and finally snuck a ladder out of the bioiler room when Pat wasn't looking and retrieved it that way. Such adventures?
Perhaps tomorrow or the next day I will remember something else and bore you with it.
Labels: I remember - 2
posted by Oldguy | 4:06 pm
1 Comments:
These aren't boring. Its fun to hear about your mischievous days. Its fun to see this other side of you.
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