Kindergarten — October Memoir Challenge
This is my fifth post, for age 5, of the October Memoir and Backstory Challenge hosted by Jane Anne McLachlan. My previous posts: Baby Speed Eater, Two Tales, Curls, and Most Magical Christmas.
Kindergarten turned out to have more of an impact than it first appeared. You’re five, you go to kindergarten, right? Well, that was true for me, but it wasn’t true for most of the kids that I ended up going through school with. I moved at the beginning of first grade to a school district that provided public school kindergarten for the first time that year. My brother was in the very first kindergarten class. I was the only first grader who attended a public school kindergarten. My experience proved invaluable, making the transition to a new school much less harrowing because I had a year of experience under my belt that the other students didn’t have.
So, here’s a kindergarten class that’s pretty much full of strangers since these aren’t the kids I went to school with.
I’m second row from the top, second from the right in a striped shirt with orange vest. The only other student I recognize now is the girl standing next to me: Chris Steele who lived two doors down for me and we were best friends for the two years that I lived in Utah.
Don’t you love the teacher? I did. If you sent over to Central Casting for a kindergarten teacher from the mid-1960s, she would surely look just like Mrs. Hedrick.
My other memento for kindergarten is this drawing — another bit of ephemera that I was surprised my mother kept.
According to my mother, the teacher said that drawing eyelashes showed a level of detail unusual in a kindergarten student and boded well for my intelligence. I always drew hair like that — curls, you know.
Too fun! There was no public school kindergarten where I lived at that age, so I went to kindergarten at the church down the street from us. As I recall, it wasn’t very academic.
We went to a private Kindergarten,they didn’t have public kindergarten until much later. I have one friend that I went all the way through from K-12 with. I love your pictures!
Ah, Joy! You and I were artists at a young age. Kindred spirits, aren’t we?
No kindergarten for me either. Love the art work!
Nice. That’s a perfect 1960’s Mrs Hendrik. Wonder how long it took her to style that hair in the morning. I picked you out of the photo right away. You were just such a cute little one. 🙂
I had Mrs. Hedrick the next year. I remember her name, and that we didn’t get along as well as you did. I was not an easy kid to have in class, I’m sure.
Adore the nose…looks like freckles. There is movement in the legs and the eyes are colored and lashed. Definitely intelligent.
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