tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1920860526738969165.post5641613274809949889..comments2024-03-28T19:58:04.966-04:00Comments on Cup on the Bus: Early artJoanne Noragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09834682329952369721noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1920860526738969165.post-53319325600490020262012-02-07T01:35:06.963-05:002012-02-07T01:35:06.963-05:00Our school was brand new when I started grade one....Our school was brand new when I started grade one. (no Kindergarten for me!) When we go back to my home town, it still looks exactly the same! My high school, however, burned down and was rebuilt. Newer, bigger, but definitely not better. Love your crayon story!Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1920860526738969165.post-83429920951741469012012-02-07T01:02:52.990-05:002012-02-07T01:02:52.990-05:00Now you would not be believed when you explained w...Now you would not be believed when you explained why you were drawing with a black crayon.Elephant's Childhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06650565833097914052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1920860526738969165.post-26834244348087297532012-02-06T20:41:05.505-05:002012-02-06T20:41:05.505-05:00I loved 1st grade. The school was in wings and the...I loved 1st grade. The school was in wings and the playground was full of pine trees. At recess all the girls would gather pinestraw and "build" our dream houses by outlining our homes on the ground with the straw. Awww, memories.Kathy's Klotheslinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17881966393157941515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1920860526738969165.post-37712996911662421572012-02-06T19:27:15.014-05:002012-02-06T19:27:15.014-05:00THey don't build 'em like they used to!! A...THey don't build 'em like they used to!! And I love the crayon story.Knatoleehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03809822081515082096noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1920860526738969165.post-49975735576106403672012-02-06T17:17:19.466-05:002012-02-06T17:17:19.466-05:00When I was in the first grade, the teacher told th...When I was in the first grade, the teacher told the class to draw a snowman. Being a very literal child, I made it apparent it was indeed a snow-Man! The teacher shamed me for doing what seemed a very obvious embellishment. After all, I had two little brothers!Ms Sparrowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03417670251423549014noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1920860526738969165.post-18964221561529505322012-02-06T16:06:47.813-05:002012-02-06T16:06:47.813-05:00This was one of mom's favorite stories.This was one of mom's favorite stories.Joanne Noragonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09834682329952369721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1920860526738969165.post-21700539981306625552012-02-06T16:05:49.889-05:002012-02-06T16:05:49.889-05:00The railings were black pipes, about four feet hig...The railings were black pipes, about four feet high. In kindergarten we had to jump to lay across the rail at our waist. Then, go around and around, head down, head up. Until some boy hollered "I see London, I see France. I see someone's underpants!"Joanne Noragonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09834682329952369721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1920860526738969165.post-13602260054906320512012-02-06T15:34:40.654-05:002012-02-06T15:34:40.654-05:00Joanne, Can I ask what are "skin the cats&quo...Joanne, Can I ask what are "skin the cats" as performed on the railings?Elainehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18218332259187330304noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1920860526738969165.post-34397046181426375132012-02-06T14:57:03.504-05:002012-02-06T14:57:03.504-05:00The answer is always right under your nose. Why d...The answer is always right under your nose. Why do people insist on making more of things than necessary.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com