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My First Class Was A Blast!

I signed up for a free, 6 or 8 week class, presented by a local newspaper here in New Hampshire. It is about writing  Memoirs.

My story.

It is about TRUTH ( though the publisher of Million Little Pieces could fill you in on more of that)

Our first homework is to write a piece on a harrowing experience lol how do I choose?  We could also do it on a person we had a relationship of some kind with and how that changed us.  Both tough for me as most of my long time followers know.

She went around and asked us to say why we were there and who we are.  There was a 83 year old man who said he came as he would like to tell the story of his family in a fun and lively way I can only hope I make it to that age and have his spunk 🙂

There was another who had written lots of poetry and was interested in this writing form.  The lady on my right new our teacher and she was not sure if she wanted some day to write a novel, autobiography or memoir but she was all in. I said I was there to learn the art of telling a sad story and capturing the reader and in the end finding joy in the read 🙂 I am always looking for the Happy Ending.  The woman to my left has many amazing stories to tell as she has also lived a life such as mine full of very colorful people. The next lady wrote on her laptop the whole time in class maybe she will write of her day in class as I am 🙂  The last student that arrived a half hour late was close to the other man’s age and seemed to have the same intent leaving a story for those in his family who followed so the story of who they all were would not be lost.  I want that too but that will be in a different form I think but this class will teach me a way to keep the reader engaged  as they flip the pages of a book I hope to write you know the type old photos, family stories and recipes passed down through the ages.  No war stories for me as sadly I fought a long war and it left me broken but here.  So yes I had fun and I came home to quickly write three pieces that we will read aloud and discuss so we can learn what to do to make them better.  Here on my blog it is easy I am talking to friends.

Now comes the good part she says to me “Eunice you have some extra homework I want you to read Liars Club” lol maybe she didn’t believe me 🙂  Have you read it?  Is it good?  I must head to the library and see if they have it and hope I can get through it to the end by next Wed. night.

Have a great weekend

I am off to see my son tomorrow and sadly mom has bowed out from the drive down she is just not feeling well with all her medical issues I am sad but OK and he doesn’t know I am going so he will not be disappointed in no meeting her.

I will shoot video of his show and bore you all with too many photos I am sure 🙂

I will also be down the street from the 9-11 Memorial in NYC and maybe as I leave the city for home I can see the lights in the night sky.  I continue to pray for Peace around the world and for countries to get along but after the speech last night I am even more scared of the future for our people and the babies coming into the world today.

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They Needed Me As Much As I needed Them/Daily Prompt: Silver Linings

I was still injured but I needed a job.

I used to drive a “big rig”  but then I was hit,  by that bus.

I went through the savings which were sadly,  as in most case, s never enough.

I saw an Ad in a local paper for a Special Needs School Bus Driver,  surely I could drive a small van.

I applied for the position and they could clearly see my wounds but it was the ones inside that hurt the worst.
Due to my physical injuries I was given the troubled youths to transport to schools where they did not want to attend.

Many never even bothered  to get up and shower and dress for the day,  never mind step into the van.  Very sad.

One by one as they entered my school bus I introduced myself,  the one with the huge blue knee brace on.

I asked them to buckle up and not to swear (being a trucker at this point didn’t matter) I turned on music of their liking

just not gangster rap!

I knew they all had stories about how they ended up on a bus such as this.  I did too.

I showed them respect and demanded the same right back.  Friends were  worried about me alone with them.

So many scary stories you read about children such as this.  Remember they were the worst of the worst.

No one else at the bus company would drive them willingly.  So they gave them to the New Girl!

I had a run in the morning where they were still half asleep then again in the afternoon after no nicotine.

Yes some were angry.  Many had nice parents that just could not take it anymore and turned them over to the state.

Some lived with Grandparents God Bless them.

As the days turned into weeks and the weeks turned into years, two of them, I healed. So did they.  We stopped listening

to music unless it was them singing to my great-niece in an infant seat while one played the guitar.  They had

me to smile and make them feel welcomed each morning and I was their ride away from that school each day.

I had a solid group of eight who had been tossed aside.

Told they would never amount to anything.  Have you been mad enough to say that to your child?

They were so talented in so many ways, I was so proud they stuck it out and rode both ways with me.  I will always

remember these young people who not only graduated but in the end helped me to heal all the hurt inside.

They all know that they were MY SILVER LINING.

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Dad Bought Me Flowers

Dad Bought Me Flowers

 

Remember I told you about my best friend well here she  is with me on a very happy occasion,  Graduation Day.  I had been out of School since January and the last thing I wanted was to be apart of this ceremony.  It was June,  it was nice out and I had to go because Dad bought me this beautiful corsage.  Not sure if it was Dad or Mom taking this photo but I am sure they told me to SMILE!  I was always the kid in school looking out the window wishing I was outside.  I really did not like too many teachers in the 12 years I attended. Back in school in the 60’s and 70’s too much was happening OUT THERE to be STUCK IN THERE.
I did have a female teacher MS HILL in fourth grade now she was cool!  She was our science teacher and a Hippie I bet looking back on the times.  She had pretty long dark hair and I swear long grey streaks from the part down both sides of her head  maybe we made her prematurely grey.  I remember her outfits as do all the boys from my fourth grade class I am sure. Mini skirts were all the rage.  Our school had to add partitions to the fronts of the desks,  as they were not mini skirts they were micro mini’s!  It was the only class I saw the boys sit in the front two rows,  normally they raced to hide in back.  So now really why I loved my fourth grade Science class was because she loved science and it showed.  She taught us about the night-time sky and even had a field trip to a place in town where it was really dark.  We came with our families and all stretched out on our  blankets while MS Hill explained the stars and  what  each constellation was.   How many teachers have that much joy that they give up a night to spend laying on the grass with students.  I think of her often when I camp and spend so much time with my eyes looking up into the night sky.  Where I live there is no light pollution and I swear some nights there are billions of stars just over my head.  I wish I could find her to thank her for fourth grade as it was not till I went into ninth grade did I get that same feeling.  It was a new school and lots of new people I had never met.  There were so many classes to choose from and so many trades to try out.  We spent 6 or 8 weeks in each one to see if it was  match for us.  I wanted Auto Body bud sadly it was 1970 and girls were not allowed in trades full of men.  I wanted to sculpt cool outer shells for FAST CARS.  I had friends older that were always messing with their rides.  It is because of them and my Dad and all the time spent at the race track that I want to make them special.   I also loved Culinary Arts  we learned to chop, and dice as well as bake the most wonderful pastries   We learned how to waitress and even had our own restaurant with in the school to practice at for the real world.  I also took Drafting and Technical Illustrating oh and Electronics too!  It was Secretarial Sciences I ended up with as I loved Shorthand!  I was fast too. Then came tenth through twelfth grades and I could care less about going.  I had no choice Mom would remind me I would graduate if it was the last thing she would do!

So was it the lack of enthusiastic teachers I had or was there a problem with me?  Most teachers we had did not like children.  We had ones that would yell and scream and send you off to the office or ones who would go in the back room and drink we even had one flip out in class like he was on acid.  There was one cool teacher who taught us about the Mafia,  WHY?  Cool dude though he would go off with the young girls and they would all come back HIGH.  Yes these were different times in the 60’s and 70’s and I  for one was so happy to walk out in January of 1974 .  I just was not  happy having to attend graduation.  I know Mom and Dad were so proud of me but I always felt as if there was a whole world OUT THERE and I was MISSING IT!

I am so glad my best friend was there.   I kissed my parents good-bye and we set out to attend some Graduation Parties.

I have been out of school now for 38 years and would love to go to a   Art  School  or maybe just teach young girls to appreciate life, not to settle and to never stand for abuse, of any kind.

There is one thing I am sure of, if I taught they would listen.

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Our Bus Stop

Me starting 1st Grade

 

 

Front row Middle girl yes that’s me.

Mom got me all dressed up and walked me to the top of the street.

The rest of the kids from the neighborhood where there too.  Not sure if my Mom was the only one to take photos but I can tell the sun was in my eyes.   Didn’t we all look like we were eager to attend. The real photo she should have concentrated on getting was the last day I attended SCHOOL,  now that was the most important day!

My best friend was in the back row standing next to a boy.  She moved here from the deep south Georgia and Alabama .  We were best of friends instantly.  We did everything together. She would come places with my family like to Zoos and Parks and I would go with her family to the Ocean.  The place I always went with them to,  is still my very favorite section even though storms have destroyed so much of what was so beautiful.

We had one TV,  a Black and White for years.  We also got to play after supper,  under the one street light, which happened to be right in front of our house. We played kickball and dodge ball life was good.

Out of all the years Cathy and I  attended school together we were only in one class together,  eighth grade math.  By then we liked boys though neither of us were allowed to date.  Boys would come over and sit around and listen to music with us but no dating.

When we went to high school we parted ways she went to the local high school in town and took college courses

while I took a test to be accepted to the new School in town.  Vocational/Technical High School that had students from five towns attending.  It was a beautiful school and I met so many wonderful people and you know most of our small class of 1974 is on my Facebook Friend list.  I think this speaks volumes of the times and the families.  We came from hard working,  Blue collar workers with one car,  3 kids and a dog and no divorces.

I never asked if we were rich or poor I never went without supper unless I refused to eat what Mom cooked.  Remember the dog, he would eat ANYTHING, he was our best friend at the dinner table till Mom caught on and tied him outside while we ate. We tried to always finish supper no mater how much we hated Lima Bean Soup so we could have dessert remember she was a great baker, her cakes and pastries were the best tasting.

We were allowed to go out after breakfast and not return till lunch you see we lived on a dead-end road with just 15 houses on it and all our other friends lived in the other houses with their brothers and sisters.  We were never inside unless it was raining. We always played at each others houses.  The Mother’s we always home. I can only remember two times I actually had a babysitter well till I turned eleven and became one.  I babysit my brothers, I had 3 of them and then babysit for a family with 8 children and a family with two of the sweetest little girls.  I made enough money babysitting and  always bought family gifts at Christmas but put mine and my brothers names on them for our parents.

So many things happened on this dead-end street where I grew up.  I loved this place so much I never wanted to grow up. It was a place where many memories, that will last a lifetime, were made.