This is a continuing story that my mother wrote for our daughter when
she was little. The last episode ended with the beginnings of World War I.
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To continue, keep reading here.
“That war lasted four years and then one day when we were all in school . . .
we heard some one shouting and a horse running fast. We all ran out to
see what the excitement was. It was a farmer who lived up the road. He
had been into town and heard the news. He was yelling, ‘The war is over!
The war is over!’
Miss Meade lined us all up in front of the flag pole and we saluted the flag
and sang My Country ‘Tis of Thee. The farmer, whose name was Mr. Baker,
stood up on the seat of his heavy farm wagon and saluted the flag and
sang with us.
About that time shorter hair became the style and I had mine cut. It was
just below my ears and I had bangs. It was called ‘bobbed’ hair.
Soon I was in the eighth grade. For those exams we had to to to the
High School in town. I was very nervous about going because I didn’t know
one person in that school. However, that first day a girl just about my size
came up to me and asked if I was coming there for High Shcool in the fall.
When I said I was she wanted to know if we could be best friends. Her
name was Florence and we became very best friends and I really loved her.
Once in a while I’ve seen her since we both grew up and older. She is still
the same sweet person.
It was interesting in High School. We studied Latin, and Algebra and biology.
Also English and in that class we read Oliver Twist, The Lady of the Lake,
and Hamlet and Macbeth.
There were no Girl Scouts or Campfire Girls so we formed our own club. We
all had Indian names, or what we thought were Indian names. There was
Pocohantas, Minnehaha, Little Deer, Shining Star, Smiling Face, Red Wing
However, the next year we moved to another town and I had to make new friends.
I played on the girls’ basket-ball team there. For basket-ball uniforms we wore
navy blue wool middies (like sailors) and navy wool pleated bloomers, green silk
scarfs under our collars and green silk stockings rolled below our knees.
We always walked around with our overshoes unbuckled. They would go
flap-flap when we walked and people called us flappers.”
The next post about Rag Dolls and Purple Coaches will be the last story in
my mother’s book. Stay tuned!