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Almost 70 years ago Clyda and Veon were married. That union is why we are all here. This blog is created to capture our thoughts and help us get to know each other better. There will be a new question posted each Sunday until December. Please use contributors first names only. If you are posting anonymously please add your first name to the text. Enjoy!
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Attention everyone...Marilyn has a WEB PAGE !! You can check it out at www.marilynsmithartist.com!
Nicole, please publish the following disclaimer in a prominent place:
I hesitated to make long narratives with these posts, but Nicole said she might put the whole blog thing into a book form someday, and I could use this as a forum for writing for my kids and grandkids. I can’t pass up an opportunity like that. So rather than bore you, feel free to skip anything you’re not interested in or don’t want to be bothered to read. Sonja
Note from Nicole:
I am happy to do this for anybody that is interested. I am enjoying hearing from each of you and would love to hear from more. Thanks Sonja for taking the time to work on this and giving us an opportunity to get to know you better.
Kids from Lt to Rt:Marilyn, Barbara, Veon Jr., Gladys, Gerald, Evan. Clyda and Veon in the Middle.
Sonja
Ve's Wife
Nicole
Glady's Youngest
Marilyn
The Youngest Daughter
Evan
"The Baby"
Daphne
Glady's Oldest
Clyda
8 comments:
I started school at Emerson and hated it and it went down hill from there. My favorite teacher was Mrs; Ashton in the second grade because we shared the same birtrhday. I also like Mr. Rush in High School as he didn't follow ALL the rules and made us think for ourself. My friends and I learned that we could do whatever we wnated if we called Dr. Parker-the principle- Brother Parker.
I went to Lincoln Elementary, Clayton Jr. High, South High, Highland High, and the U of U. My all time favorite teachers were Patti O'Keefe in 2nd grade and Mrs. Sorben in 11th grade English. My favorite subjects were English and Math.
Daphne
For elementary school, I went to David Gourley, except I went to West Kearns for fourth grade. Then, I went to Bennion Junior High, Cottonwood High (for a minute), Taylorsville High, SLCC, Weber State, and I'm currently at the UofU. Before college, my favorite subjects were math, sociology, and history. My favorite teachers were Mrs. Peterson, my 3rd grade teacher and Mrs. Dibblee, my 7th grade English and literature teacher. I think she had a knack for picking out the kids who needed an ego boost. It meant a lot to me, and really inspired me to want to write.
Mindy
I went to Bridgeport Elementary in Tualatin, OR. Mrs. Smith in 4th grade was my favorite teacher because she didn't get on me about my (still) horrible handwriting. Science, spelling and of course recess were my favorite! neenerneenersnortsnorthonkhonkbeepbeep Alicia
I went to school in Tropic, UT until I was 16, then Richfield, UT for my junior year of high school. My senior year was at BYU High School which is no longer in existence. I went to college at BYU from 1935-1939. I had some memorable teachers. I guess my favorite subjects were History and English. I don't think you ever finish school . . . You're always learning. At least that's how I feel about it.
Clyda/ Grandma/ Mom/ etc.
I got a Master's in Social Work from the U of U, as well as a Bachelor's in English. I had some of the best teachers in the world at the U. I also went to BYU a semester when I was young and foolish. And when we lived in St. George, when I was pregnant with Suzanne, I went to Dixie College for a quarter. High school was Jordan High in Sandy, UT (home of the ferocious beet diggers), and Jr. high school was in Medvale, UT. English was always my favorite subject, but I was only one class short of a miner in philosophy. And I loved my immersion French classes!
I went to elementary school in Springfield, MO, in a little brick schoolhouse with two rooms and two teachers for six grades. In 4th grade they added another room, a cafeteria, and indoor restrooms. (Woo hoo)! The teacher I had the first 3 years, Miss Thompson, was a witch. She must have been a hundred years old. She wore bright red lipstick that ran into the creases around her mouth and when she wrote on the blackboard the skin on her upper arm flapped like an unthethered flag. Every morning we had to stand and sing "Good morning to you, good morning to you. We're all in our places with bright shiney faces. Blah, blah, blah."
She used wooden rulers to spank "naughty" children. I was spanked twice. Once because I giggled out loud during quiet reading time. The other time was when I was in first grade and she asked me why I had my head on my desk. I said I had a headache. She said "Nonsense, children don't have headaches!" I was confused, because I was a child and I had a headache, and my teacher was telling me that children don't have headaches! I said, "Well, I do. ?" So she spanked me. My sister, who was in 4th grade stood up for me and she spanked her too. What I remember most was the red welts on my legs for about 3 days. Mother was as mad as I've ever seen her in my life and would have had her fired - and probably should have - but Daddy the highest representative of the church (LDS) in Southwest MO. and parts of Arkansas, Kansas and Okalohoma and he didn't want to stir up bad public relations for the church. We (the church) were seen as rather strange to begin with. So Mother had to let it drop. After I became a mother, I underestood how hard that must have been for her to do.
We went back to Missouri with our kids for a visit when I was in my 30's. I climbed the front steps of that little schoolhouse and looked in the front windows. The following poem was a result of that visit.
RESOLUTION
Surely this porch was wider then,
and at that age, as high as my chest.
But this crack in the concrete, like a broom-flying witch,
hasn't changed in thirty years.
If I could "skin-the-cat" again over this shiny black rail,
I'd land squarely on the witch's shoulders where Miss Thompson stood to clang her brass bell after recess,
insisting with stern eyes that all talking and laughter stop,
then eagerly listgened for someone to break the rule -
and be an example in front of the class
over her knees,
while Ronnie stood by with a ruler ready
if that one broke.
I had to stretch on tip-toe then
to see inside these windows.
It took both hands to release these latches -
like big green question marks-
to open wide double doors
too heavy for one little girl to manage alone,
and afraid to ask for help, or answers,
or explanations about why Miss Thompson never ran out of rules
or rulers,
and seemed to smile with her eyes at the sound
of the whack-
and the snap...if they did.
Now I see easily,
standing squarely on both feet
with the questions behind me.
The tall west windows spread the same warm, dust-speckled sunbeams
from the fourth grade rows in back
to the first grade rows in front where I sat
watching the sunbeams cautiously inch across the floor every day,
never making it past the front panel of Miss Thompson's desk,
so that the rule chart on the wall
and Miss Thompson,.
were always in the dark.
And the sunbeams couldn't warm her -
if they would.
How's that for getting-to-know-you?
I went to Lincoln Elementary, Ping-Ponged between Clayton and Hillside Jr. High schools, and West Linn High School. I also went to LDS Business College.
My 5th grade teacher was named Miss Allen. She was from a little town in southern Utah and had graduated from BYU and came to Lincoln for her first year of teaching Well, Lincoln was not Provo and the class ate her alive. She ended up leaving for a forced break in the middle of the school year. She did come back and finish the year but the next year and the principal had her black listed from teaching in SL district. The thing I remember about her was that she was so good. It didn't matter to me that the class ate her for lunch and spit her out. I wanted to be like her. I wanted to see the world like her and want to want to be good like she was.
She had a behavior plan that included ‘puntos’ when we had saved a certin number she would take us to Dairy Queen and get us an ice cream. I remember wanting to be around her so I enlisted the help of my friend Krystal and we started selling candy for “puntos” (completely under the table, of course) I don’t remember how many times I went but she would always find ways to talk about choices and being honest (probably urging us to come clean on the endless supply of ‘puntos’) when we would drive to the restaurant. Once I asked her to help me after school to work on my Merry Miss goals too. She said yes and stayed after school a few times to helped me set goals and signed them off during the year. One time she told us on the way back from recess that she had never sworn her whole life. That was utter shock and amazement from all us hard core potty mouths. I had heard more than my share of cuss words from her boss in her office more than once (the same principal that had her fired). That year I started thinking about making better choices. (My potty mouth is much improved but it is still at times a conscious effort:) When I was in Jr. High I looked up her name in the phone book and called her and told her I was sorry for how mean and nasty we were to her. I am still amazed that she finished the year, continued teaching (in Granite district) and never swore at us.
Evan:
I started grade school at Emerson, then to Uintah for 3rd grade, finishing grade school at Beacon Heights, all in Salt Lake. Jr high was Hillside, high school Highland. Favorite subjects were Phys Ed and the easy ones.
In 7th and 8th grade I had a great math teacher and he got me prepared for the rest of the years. Although at the time I thought he was too hard and was jelous of the others who had the "easy teacher", now I can see Mr. Bennett was a good teacher. There have been many good teachers, some not so good. Too long of story for here.
I always liked the physical sciences.
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