Nostalgia

I have been bitten by the nostalgic bug or at least the little trip down Memory Lane.  I was spending far too much time looking thru old pictures from Grandfather's attic and trying to make story boards for him and I just took a break to look at my childhood scrapbook.  
It comes complete with a lot of notes, letters and pictures which are of no use to anyone but me. So I decided to post a picture from 1958.  The Dainty Miss recitals of Virginia Minnesota were dance lessons free to the masses and although I participated for six years I have no dance talent whatsoever.  

Well, I can sew.  That is pretty good from a girl who was thrown into the parochial Marquette School in the fourth grade because she was 

"Boy Crazy" and Mary and George were pretty sure I was headed for "The Bethel Home for wayward girls in Duluth".  Hence I had to clean up my pension for "boy crushes." 
(For which I can still name all seven of them!)  Deny the existence of "BOYS" and remain at Marquette complete with Sister Andreine,  (Mrs. Sabbath) Sister Eucharia, Sister Helen and Sister Madaonna until the ripe ole year of 1967 when Virginia Roosevelt accepted the virgins of the 8th grade to enter the ninth.  

And talk about traumatic.  I was not only supposed to ignore boys but remember a locker location, its combination and class times for six classes including cafeteria rules and deal with swim classes, complete with Mrs. Anne Wallace who could scare the period out of any girl. The only quality I had in my repertoire was I knew how to swim as the King girls spent every summer at Round Lake in the company of their grandparents who had them in the water every day and in bed every night. (at 7:00!) 

Worst of all I had missed 7th and 8th grade Home EC, Cooking and Sewing!  Talk about being traumatized.  All this came with my front upper silver tooth shining a beam down the halls of VHS. (My future was tentative at best and I was screwed.)

I didn't speak much to anyone except Mary Ellen, Kathy and my parents for the next four years.  (One of these was my Irish twin (51 weeks older,) older sister and tagging along with her to Ms. David Thomas Cadet Girl Scouts made her really froth!  Ignore that. . . I would follow her to UMD! There Mary Ann Lambert would teach me how to cornflake and short sheet her bed!)

I would have been a different person had I learned to sew a pillow and bake cinnamon pull-a-parts!  Instead it was off to more nuns, CSS and the origin, action, and insertion of 535 muscles of a butchered mink. 1500++ facts which never presented themselves in life ever again.  

But I can laugh at it all NOW.  YUP!