The way to school
Sharing memories with the Great White Owl who remembers seeing the three trudging through the deep snow to the school one day when the drifts were too deep for the horses. The Secretary recalls that she preferred the winter days when very few children came so that those who attended got to play Monopoly and listen to the teacher's gramaphone records.
posted by Fran @ 2:05 PM
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Lovely to take wlks in the shoes of others, walks that otherwise would have been lost to all but one of us. Thanks Frances.
Thank you Aletta for walking with me in Vancouver, in your own childhood and mine. Fran
Dear Lois: I am glad you have the gramaphone and that your grandmother had better taste in music than my teacher! (Birmingham jail for instance?) At home we had battery radio very early: two great batteries the same as we used in the car. Much of our music came from Salt Lake City. (Winnie's father was someone we heard on Major Bowes Amatuer Hour--with a very professional orchestra and singers) The first long trip I made with Jim we found we both knew dozens of the same songs, mostly from the big band era. Love, Fran
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