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Age 9 4th Grade: I didn’t really need those fingers anyway


This is the 6th post in a 12 week series joining Mommy’s Piggy Tales to record my youth!

1988-1989
4th Grade

During my 4th Grade year we had a church fellowship dinner at the Chippewa Fire Hall. My grandparents must’ve been visiting from FL for some reason, because their van is a key part of this story. We were one of the last people to leave the fellowship which wasn’t unusual since we were usually the first ones to arrive and last ones to leave for most church functions.

My dad was sitting in the passenger’s side of my grandparents van with the door open. I was going to climb inside of the van, but being a little thing, I needed a boost. At the time vans didn’t have handles for you to pull yourself up with, so I decided to grab onto the door divider. You know, the part of the van between the passenger door and the sliding door.

1992 Trading in the old van

As I grabbed onto it and my fingers wrapped around the rubber on the inside of the passenger doorway, my dad not seeing me, decided to shut the door. He pulled the door closed on my fingers. Slammed it hard too (it’s kinda hard not to slam a van door hard because they’re so heavy). Needless to say I began screaming and screaming. If my memory serves me correctly it took a little while before my dad realized what happened and opened the door back up, at least it seemed that way to me. My mom came running and her and some other ladies from the church stood around me in the tiny bathroom running my fingers under cold water while I cried and cried. The picture of mine and my mom’s hands together under the cold water is so vivid in my mind. I don’t really recall there being any blood, which isn’t unusual because I don’t believe I broke any skin despite how hard the door was shut.

When we got home, my mom made me a splint for my fingers. The only two that were badly damaged were the pointer and middle finger on my right hand. She taped them together, made a splint, and wrapped them all up with gauze. I never went to the doctor or emergency room to have them checked out, but I’m certain my fingers were broken.

I don’t remember if I went back to school right away or not, but I know that it was difficult trying to do my homework because I couldn’t write very well with my broken fingers wrapped up in gauze. After some begging I finally convinced my mom to write out my work for me while I gave her the answers.
(I’m wondering if the 5 days I missed during the first six weeks of school was due to my smashed fingers.)

Eventually one day in the tub when I had the bandages off my fingernails floated off into the water. It didn’t hurt but it seriously grossed me out. I don’t remember how long it took me to grow my nails back, but I was so glad when I did. Having no finger nail or only having half of one felt too creepy.

I still have scars on those two fingers and they’re slightly crooked, although you’d never be able to tell if I didn’t point it out. I definitely never put my hands anywhere near the doorway of any vehicle door ever again!

(I tried to take pictures of my fingers to show you the scars, but they didn’t really show up on camera. Oh well.)

And now I leave you with a sample of my incredibly talented art work from 1989.
Good day to you.

You can read about my 9th birthday here:
Jenn’s 9th Birthday Party 1988 (You should stop by and read this for the hair alone, if for no other reason! You won’t be sorry.)

My Piggy Tales:
*My Birth Story: I’m always late!
*Ages 3-5: Dancing in a box
*Age 6 First Grade: There’s a bra in my lunchbox!
*Age 7 Second Grade: Bossy Wheels and Shady Deals
*Age 8 Third Grade: I will not talk in class
*Age 9 Fourth Grade: I didn’t really need those fingers anyway!
*Age 10 5th Grade: Nothing’s Scary in the Fifth Grade
*Age 11 6th Grade: Jenny Got Ran Over by her Grandma
*Age 12 7th Grade: Youth Camp Stinks
*Age 13 8th Grade: “Talent” Show
*Age 14 9th Grade: (N)O Christmas Tree
*Age 15 10th Grade: The Newsboys Wouldn’t Ditch Their Friends
*Age 16 11th Grade: Acrophobia Gets You the Good Seats
*Age 17 12th Grade: In School Suspension

My Young Adult Years
*Dreams and Aspirations: The Long Road There
*Friends and Fellowship: Friends Don’t Get Friends Grounded
*My First Job
*How I Met Cool Daddy Part 1
*How I Met Cool Daddy Part 2
*Colonel Mustard on a Rollercoaster with a Plastic Fork

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Halloween Crafts: Kleenex Box Costume


So there’s this awesome giveaway going on over here where you can find the best blogging tips. To enter you need to write a post about something you’ve created for Halloween.

I am not a crafty person. I don’t cook/bake. And we’re not really “into” Halloween. But I really want the camera!!! So, here’s what I came up with.

When I was in 7th grade I came up with the brilliant idea to be a Kleenex box for Halloween. While my mom did most of the hands on work, the concept was all mine. I’m going to tell you how we “created” the Kleenex box.

1. We got a large cardboard box (an appliance box for a refrigerator or stove). We turned the box upside down cut a hole in the top for my head and a hole on each side for my arms. We trimmed up the bottom of the box until I was able to walk in it without tripping.
2. We got contact paper and completely covered the box.
3. Using a real box of Kleenex as a guide we added a label/logo and price to the front of the box using construction paper, markers, and crayons. At the bottom edge of the box I put the information for the size of the box…just like on the real one!
4. Underneath the box I wore a white turtleneck, pants, and white tennis shoes. You want something that blends into the box well, but will also be warm and comfortable.
5. We took white tissue paper and stuck it out of the top of the box to look like Kleenex coming out. Looking back, if we would’ve been more ambitious, it would’ve been neat to fashion some sort of tissue paper hat to wear.
6. I carried the real “matching” box of Kleenex with me everywhere.

*Note that this costume was very difficult to Trick or Treat in because it was hard to get up and down the stairs. You’d need to cut the box up really short (possibly to the waist) to be able to move around easily.*

Unfortunately I don’t have a photo of me wearing the Kleenex costume 😦 But, a year ago I was at my mom’s house and I saw something outside by the trash. I didn’t know that my grandmother had saved that Kleenex box all of those years and kept it in the basement. My mom finally discovered it and set it out with the trash. When I saw it I had to snap a picture of it. It was actually sitting in the grass upside down, but I turned the picture around for your convenience. It looks pretty beat up after spending 20 years in the basement…but hopefully you get the general idea.

Here are the only 3 photos that I have of my Kleenex Masterpiece!



If anyone ever decides to use this idea (or you already happened to have made a Kleenex box costume) I would love to see your photos of the finished product! If you’d like, I’d be happy to post the photos here and/or link up to your blog post about the costume.

So there you have it. My lame attempt at being crafty is to tell you about a costume that I made 20 years ago and then show you photos of garbage (literally).

To read a post about all of my childhood Halloweens and costumes click here
To see the “Halloweens Past” link up at SITS click here.

I want to thank the SITS Girls for hosting this giveaway. You can go to their website to find the best blogging tips. It’s also great if you’re looking for a way how to find blogs (Hmm, that wasn’t proper English). Also unicorns are real and Tiffany is pretty! (Hey, whatever I can do to get that camera, right?!)

Ghosts of Halloween Past: My Childhood Halloweens


I’m writing this post because I really, really want this camera!

Halloween has never really been “celebrated” at our house. We were allowed to dress up as long as we weren’t anything scary/evil. Sometimes we went Trick or Treating but most years we didn’t. Sometimes we carved pumpkins, sometimes we didn’t. My favorite part of Halloween is the costumes. I loved dressing up. Still do (although I haven’t in years). When Halloween would come around mom would take my sister and me to JoAnn Fabrics to look inside the big costume books. We would get an idea of what we wanted to be and then mom would put it together with what we had at home. Unfortunately I don’t have many photos of my costumes. We used a lot of items from home, so whenever possible I tried to use a photo of some of the items even if I’m not in full costume.

Here are the few memories that I have of my Halloween’s past.

1981: Scarecrow
I was too little to remember anything about this. I think this was my first time ever going Trick or Treating. I was just over two and my sister was just shy of one. I was a scarecrow, my sister was a clown, and my cousin was a cheerleader.

1982-1983: ?
Because I couldn’t find any pictures from these years and I was still so young, I have no idea what my costume was. One of these years (I think that it was 1983) we had moved to FL. I seem to remember my sister and I Trick or Treating with our dad who somehow lost his keys in the grass. It was dark outside and he had a hard time finding them. I found the keys. My dad started calling me “Hawkeye”. Little did he know that only 3 years later I would need glasses and now I can only see an inch in front of my face!

1984: Bunny
I actually have no memory of this Halloween at all. From the picture I can tell you that I was a bunny and my sister was a lion. I can also see that this was a church Halloween party.

For being a children’s party at church, there are some pretty creepy looking costumes in the background. (Top photo from left to right) I can’t tell if that’s a giant hat or if the person has a sack over their head. Is that a green-faced bearded lady wearing rubber kitchen gloves and holding a broom? That is actually a Care Bear, but it’s still scary. This clown is way more creepy than fun (ditto for the mini clown in front).

1985: Gypsy
I was in first grade this year. We had a Halloween parade at school. As best I can remember it, each classroom was designated a time when they would walk through the whole school in each classroom (I could be remembering incorrectly…it might’ve just been the other classrooms in your grade). I was a gypsy. I loved my costume. My grandmother had this full, puffy, white slip with red stars all over it (pictured below while playing dress up, not in costume). My mom tied it around me (because it was too big) and I wore some sort of top over it with a brightly colored shawl. Then she tied a scarf onto my head. It was the 80s and my mom had all kinds of big, tacky jewelry. I put on beads and necklaces, some jewelry on my head, lots and lots of bracelets, rings, some ankle bracelets, and I think we even put some big jangley necklaces around my waist. My mom put a lot of heavy make up on me. For shoes I went barefoot because aren’t gypsies always barefoot? (I really don’t know) Since I would be in my classroom being barefoot wasn’t a big deal…but then there was the parade. I walked all over the school in my bare feet. Yuck! I didn’t step on anything or hurt myself, but just the idea of it grossed me out. My sister and I went Trick or Treating that year with a friend of mine and our moms (Don’t worry, I wore shoes!). While we were out we had a spooky encounter, you can read all about it in “A Ghostly Tale”.

1986: Aerobics Instructor
I don’t remember anything specific about this year other than the costume. I wore my bathing suit with tights underneath it, leg warmers, and tennis shoes. I had my hair in a pony tail and wore a head band and wrist band. I wore a sweatshirt over the bathing suit, which I believe had the neck cut out so that it would hang off the shoulder. I seem to remember the bathing suit having white and purple vertical stripes and having a white fabric belt with plastic buckle attached to it. Maybe a little too cold for Trick or Treating, but definitely a cheap and easy costume.

1987: Princess
I wore my beautiful flower girl dress from my aunt’s wedding. A picture of me in the dress at the wedding can be seen below. We bought a scepter at the store. It was almost as tall as me. It was plastic with a red handle and a white star at the top. You could put batteries in it and the star would light up. I hated the red handle so my mom wrapped ribbon all around it and put glitter on the star so that it would shine when it was turned on. I don’t remember anything else about the costume, like what I did with my hair or wore on my head. I think I might’ve been a fairy princess…which means I would’ve had wings. For whatever reason, the scepter is what I remember the most.

1988: Little Bo Peep
I wore my Easter dress from the year before (Easter photo shown below). It always reminded me of Little Bo Peep. We added a poufy crinoline underneath it and I think I might’ve had some pantaloons peeking out down by my ankles. I think we may have tied a bigger, more exaggerated sash/bow around my waist. We put my hair in big baloney curls with a big huge bow. We took the princess wand from the year before and wrapped pink satin ribbon around it. For the crook we removed the star and put a wire coat hanger in there which we bent into a crook and taped to the handle. We then put an empty paper towel roll over the wire crook and wrapped it in ribbon. We tied a big pink satin bow underneath the crook. I carried a stuffed lamb with me which was actually a gift from the Easter Bunny in 1982.

1989: Southern Belle
This year there was a party at the church in the parsonage basement. I remember getting a Polaroid picture taken that night, which I had for years…but can’t seem to find it now 😦 This year I was in Middle School, so no Halloween Parade. Instead there was a costume judging contest. I believe the judging went by grade. You would go to the auditorium and were put in like groups. They kept narrowing down each group until they had the top 3 (5?) costumes in that grade. I believe I was always in one of the top-ish groups. I seem to remember this kid Kevin winning every year. He had some pretty good costumes. For the Southern Belle costume I used a dress that had belonged to my mom as a child. I think that one of her grandmothers had made it for some sort of patriotic holiday. It was blue with little (red?) flowers on it and had a matching bonnet. To make the skirt full my mom took a hula hoop and sewed it to the bottom of the skirt using small pieces of elastic. I had big baloney curls in my hair once again. Since I was a “winter” southern belle I also had a white faux fur muff that I wore.

1990: Cleopatra
I once again was close to being a finalist in the costume contest, but didn’t win. This year we bought my Cleopatra costume from the store. I don’t remember wearing a wig, but at the time my hair had a similar cut (although it was blonde, so…). In addition to what the costume came with we added more heavy gold jewelry around my neck. Slap bracelets were popular then and I had to shiny gold ones that I wore on each wrist like cuffs. The costume had a stretchy gold headband with a cobra attached to it, and I did wear it, but we fashioned one of my mom’s gold necklaces around it to make it look more authentic (and not so cheap). We had a gold snake to wrap around my upper arm. I wore sandals and heavy eye makeup. One thing that I remember most about this costume was that it had a big leg slit. Every time I sat down my skirt flew open and my one entire leg (clear up to my upper thigh) would be showing. I had to keep closing my skirt all day.

1991: Kleenex Box
For some reason I decided that I want to be a Kleenex box. I didn’t win a prize again, but I came close. Everyone loved my costume. I’m not going to give anymore details right now, because I’ll be writing more about this tomorrow!

1992: Kleenex Box
I was so certain that this Kleenex box was a winner that I decided to try it again this year! I was actually a finalist! I think I got 3rd place. Because of the design of the costume, I couldn’t sit in my desk at school. So I “sat” at the front of the class during homeroom. I was holding a real box of Kleenex and the other kids had fun coming up during class and getting Kleenex’s from me. This was a really difficult costume to Trick or Treat in because it was so hard to walk up and down the stairs.

1993: 50s Chick with Poodle Skirt
I was a freshman in high school in 1993. Although I believe that you were allowed to come to school in costume, no one really did. There weren’t any Halloween parties or parades or costume contests, so there was no need to have a costume specifically for school. This year my sister and her friend Julie decided that they would go Trick or Treating. This was the first year that we would ever be going alone. I borrowed Julie’s sock hop outfit. We went Trick or Treating but I didn’t walk up to any doors or take any candy. I felt really stupid and too old. I was 14. That was my last time Trick or Treating.

1994: Hippie
This year I joined the school’s Dance Line which performed with the marching band in the neighboring city’s Halloween Parade. Baby doll dresses were back in style at this time, so I started with that and some leggings for my costume. I added a tie-dye “shawl” that I found in our attic (I think it was a table runner). I put my hair in braids and added a floppy hat and peace sign necklace. I finished off the outfit with some flower power on my face and a pair of “John Lennon” sunglasses (also popular in the 90s).

1995: Flapper
This year I wore a flapper costume to the Halloween Parade. The below photo is actually from a talent show about 5 months before Halloween, but it’s the same thing that I wore except for the shoes. I wore black jazz shoes instead. The costume began as a long black dress with spaghetti straps that I had been given as a hand-me-down. The material was that stretchy, wrinkled kind and the dress was way too long for me (I tripped in it). We cut the bottom of the dress off and then my mom took rows of black fringe and sewed them around the dress and added some to the shoulders. She took some of the cut off material from the skirt and tied it into a headband/bow and then attached more fringe. The gold sequin cap, choker, and garter were all part of an old ballet costume from years before. We attached fringe to the garter and removed the giant blue feathers from the cap. My mom already had the pearls. I added a boa and black hosiery (which had seams up the back, but you can’t tell in the photos). Finish off the look with dramatic make up and spit curls (not visible in the photo).

1996: Genie
In 1996 I was a senior in high school and this would be my last Halloween parade. We bought the genie costume at the store, but embellished it with my mom’s jewelry. Everything hanging off of the hat, the top, and the waist are my mom’s jewelry with added bracelets and arm cuff. You can’t really tell in the picture but I also have a tiny genie lamp hanging from my waist. We took plain white shoes and added gold glitter and sequin. You can’t see it in the photo, but we also painted a genie onto my calf. During the parade some kid came running up to me and handed me an envelope (which I thought was weird). Later on when I got to open it I found out I had one a $5 prize for a good costume. I never bothered to redeem it.


So there you have it, all of my memories of Halloweens past.

I want to thank the SITS Girls for hosting this giveaway. You can go to their website to find the best blogging tips. It’s also great if you’re looking for a way how to find blogs (Hmm, that wasn’t proper English). Also unicorns are real and Tiffany is pretty! (Hey, whatever I can do to get that camera, right?!)

If you would like to read more stories about my childhood you can find links to my “Piggy Tales” below where I recorded my youth and young adult years in 20 posts.

My Piggy Tales:
*My Birth Story – I’m always late!
*Ages 3-5: Naked in a box
*Age 6 First Grade: There’s a bra in my lunchbox!
*Age 7 Second Grade: Bossy Wheels and Shady Deals
*Age 8 Third Grade: I will not talk in class
*Age 9 Fourth Grade: I didn’t really need those fingers anyway!
*Age 10 5th Grade: Nothing’s Scary in the Fifth Grade
*Age 11 6th Grade: Jenny Got Ran Over by her Grandma
*Age 12 7th Grade: Youth Camp Stinks
*Age 13 8th Grade: “Talent” Show
*Age 14 9th Grade: (N)O Christmas Tree
*Age 15 10th Grade: The Newsboys Wouldn’t Ditch Their Friends
*Age 16 11th Grade: Acrophobia Gets You the Good Seats
*Age 17 12th Grade: In School Suspension

My Young Adult Years
*Dreams and Aspirations: The Long Road There
*Friends and Fellowship: Friends Don’t Get Friends Grounded
*My First Job
*How I Met Cool Daddy Part 1
*How I Met Cool Daddy Part 2
*Colonel Mustard on a Rollercoaster with a Plastic Fork

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Age 7 Second Grade: Bossy Wheels and Shady Deals


This is the 4th post in a 12 week series joining Mommy’s Piggy Tales to record my youth!

1986-1987
2nd Grade

Mrs. Murray was my 2nd grade teacher. She was tall, thin, and blonde. She was a really nice teacher. When I got to the high school she was our Bible Club sponsor. I think she retired a few years after I graduated.

An Apple for Teacher
2nd Grade was a year of many new things for me. Our classroom was the first to get a computer. I remember it being a big deal and I think we took a whole day off just to use the computer. We each had to pick a few graphics and write a sentence about them. Here is my work…aren’t those graphics just awesome 😉

Holes in my head

It was during 2nd grade when I was 8 years old that I got my ears pierced. I was so excited about getting my ears pierced and becoming more grown up. I don’t think we did anything special that day, but I do remember that I had my ears pierced at the pediatrician’s office. It didn’t hurt but the gun made a really loud popping sound. I took really good care of my ears and never had trouble with them. Around the time I graduated my piercings began to bother me. When I would put earrings in my ears would turn red, the holes would swell and eventually puss (yummy!). I tried every different kind of post imaginable but nothing helped. In fact, they just kept getting worse as I got older. Eventually I quit wearing earrings all together and now the holes have almost entirely shut.
Here’s my 2nd grade school picture where you can see my pierced ears.
Warning: This is the worst school picture that I’ve ever taken.
I hope that you can get some enjoyment out of it.

I had a bad cold and my chapped lips pretty much became chapped mouth and chapped chin. On a happy note, that’s one of my all time favorite dresses that I’m wearing. You can’t see it in the picture (:() but at the bottom of the dress was a squirrel raking leaves. I thought it was so cute; I was so disappointed when I grew out of it.

4-Eyes!

Another new thing that happened that year was my sister and I getting eye glasses. I actually kinda wanted glasses and I’m not sure why. Now I really wish I never had to get them! My sister and I are nearsighted so we couldn’t see the blackboard far away. We were supposed to only wear our glasses when we had to look far away and keep them off the rest of the time. This proved to be very inconvenient with the constant on/off…so we usually just wore them all of the time. I’m not sure whether or not that’s what made our eyes worse, but it didn’t take long before my sister and I had to wear our glasses all of the time. They continued to get steadily worse. Forget nearsighted. Now I can only see an inch in front of my face without glasses/contacts. I don’t know if bad eyes are hereditary but our parents didn’t wear glasses and our grandparents only wore reading glasses. The only other relative we had with eyes as bad as ours was our Aunt (you can see a photo of her awesome 80s specs here).
I had a hard time finding a picture of us wearing glasses 1986/87 because we usually took them off for photos. After a year or so, we left them on for pictures. Here’s what I do have from ‘87.

The Bossy Little Traffic Cop

I wasn’t your normal kid. I didn’t play a lot. Sure, I was creative and imaginative and I like to play pretend. Other than that, I didn’t have much interest in toys or games and I didn’t care to play outside. One day all of the neighborhood kids were outside playing. There were at least 3 or 4 of them plus my sister and me. There were kids on bikes and skates. There were kids running back and forth across the street. It was chaos ;)! I went inside and put on my Care Bear roller skates and a whistle. I then proceeded to go outside and direct traffic. I blew my whistle and put out my hand. I told kids when they could stop, when they could go, and how fast they could go. And you know what? Those crazy kids listened to me. I guess I’m just a born leader. It’s a good thing that I learned to use my superpowers for good instead of evil. It took time, though, it took time 😉

*Photo credit link at the bottom of this post*


I’m not sure how old I was when this happened, but I have a guess. For Christmas 1985 my sister and I received Care Bear roller skates from our Aunt Julie. It was obviously summertime if we were playing outside. Considering how quickly children’s feet grow, I assume that the summer of ’86 and maybe ’87 would’ve been the only opportunities we would’ve had to wear and use said skates. Obviously mad deduction skills are another superpower of mine. Don’t be jealous.

It’s not personal, it’s business

One day all of the neighborhood kids were playing outside and saying how hungry and thirsty they were getting, but didn’t want to go outside. Because of children’s habits of constantly running in out of the house for drinks, moms often made a “once you’re in, you’re in” rule. Being the conniving compassionate little girl that I was I came up with a greedy brilliant scheme idea. I went inside the house and came back out with: a shoebox, Dixie cups, a box of graham crackers, and a container of apple juice. I set up a table on the front porch and then charged each child $1 for a Dixie cup of apple juice and a square of graham cracker. Later in the day my mom saw me counting a box of money. She asked me where I got it and I told her. I was so proud of myself. I think I made $10. My mom told me that it wasn’t right to take their money. She walked me around to all of the houses and had me apologize and return the money (which was totally not fair since they didn’t return the crackers or apple juice!). I don’t think I ever tried to start another business after that. Pity. I could’ve been bigger than Trump 😉

*I found the photo of the Vintage 1983 Care Bear Roller Skates here

You can read about my 7th birthday here:
Jenn’s 7th Birthday Party 1986.

My Piggy Tales:
*My Birth Story: I’m always late!
*Ages 3-5: Dancing in a box
*Age 6 First Grade: There’s a bra in my lunchbox!
*Age 7 Second Grade: Bossy Wheels and Shady Deals
*Age 8 Third Grade: I will not talk in class
*Age 9 Fourth Grade: I didn’t really need those fingers anyway!
*Age 10 5th Grade: Nothing’s Scary in the Fifth Grade
*Age 11 6th Grade: Jenny Got Ran Over by her Grandma
*Age 12 7th Grade: Youth Camp Stinks
*Age 13 8th Grade: “Talent” Show
*Age 14 9th Grade: (N)O Christmas Tree
*Age 15 10th Grade: The Newsboys Wouldn’t Ditch Their Friends
*Age 16 11th Grade: Acrophobia Gets You the Good Seats
*Age 17 12th Grade: In School Suspension

My Young Adult Years
*Dreams and Aspirations: The Long Road There
*Friends and Fellowship: Friends Don’t Get Friends Grounded
*My First Job
*How I Met Cool Daddy Part 1
*How I Met Cool Daddy Part 2
*Colonel Mustard on a Rollercoaster with a Plastic Fork

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Age 6 First Grade: There’s a bra in my lunchbox


This is the 3rd post in a 12 week series joining
Mommy’s Piggy Tales to record my youth!

1985-1986
First Grade
 
 
I started 1st grade in 1985 when I was 6 years old.
 
 

 
 

 
My teacher was Mrs. Conley but she got married in 1986 so all of her students after me (including my sister) know her as Mrs. Sylvester.

 

 
Mrs. Conley/Sylvester decorated every inch of the classroom.
 
She loved teddy bears.
Mrs. Conley/Sylvester was my most favorite teacher. I’m not sure why I loved her so much, but I did. Actually, everyone did. You can ask almost anyone in my school who their favorite teacher was and they would tell you it was Mrs. Sylvester (or Mrs. Conley depending).  The last time I saw her it was 2006, she had been retired for years at this point, and she was at a production of the school’s musical.  After it was over she was swarmed with students of all ages waiting to give her a hug (I was one of them!).  There was just something about her.  I loved her so much that I invited her to my party when I graduated high school…and she came!  Anytime that I saw her she always remembered me and knew my name.  She still called me Jenny even though others had been calling me Jenn for years.
 

 
 School Projects

Here’s a school project that I found. I must’ve written it in 2nd grade, but it happened when I was in first grade. Please enjoy, “A Ghostly Tale”.

 

 
 
 

 

What? Isn’t everyone’s mom a disembodied head? No? Hmm, must just be mine then.
  
  
  
 
  
This drawing of my family cracks me up.

 
+First of all, I have no idea why I drew my dad wearing a top hat. Maybe I drew this during his brief stint as a chimney sweep (I know that ya’ll think that’s a joke, but I’m actually serious.).
+Next I actually laughed out loud when I saw that I had drawn my grandma on the sofa. That’s were we kept her, ya know…on the sofa. Did you put your coat back in the closet? Yes, mommy. Did you put your toys in the toybox? Yes, mommy. Did you put your Grandma back on the sofa? Yes, mommy.
She really did spend a lot of time sitting on that sofa. She would somehow get up, steal your glass, wash it, and sit back down on the sofa without anyone seeing her do it. You had no idea she had even moved until you noticed that your glass was missing. She has super powers. 
 

+I have no idea why my Uncle Alan appears to have, um, shall we say “ladies parts”. Maybe I’ve really blocked out a lot from my childhood, haha.  I’m hoping that’s supposed to be a bow tie, although, he never wore one that I recall.
+I don’t know why there are so many dogs and cats in this picture. We did not have any dogs or cats. 
+I’m not really sure why my Aunt Clare is sitting on the chair with her legs kicked up. But what really strikes me as odd is her hair. Below is a photo of my aunt around the time that I drew this. Maybe you can figure out what’s wrong with my drawing.

  

 
 
 
 

Obviously I have an incredibly creative mind 😉

 

Don’t trade lunches with Jenny
 
For whatever reason in 1985 I became quite obsessed with wanting a bra. I was begging my mom for one. She told me “no” several times. Finally, she decided that she would get me a bra. When I opened it I was so excited and I decided that I’d wear it to school the next day. That thing was awful! It was so uncomfortable I could barely stand it. I was pulling at it and scratching at myself all day long. Finally during lunch I just couldn’t take it anymore. Like so many women before me (and after me), I put my arms inside my sweater and I removed my bra without taking my shirt off…right in the middle of the cafegymatorium. One of the lunch ladies saw and came up to yell at me. “What are you doing with that?! You can’t have that in here…put that away!” So I balled it up and stuffed it in the pocket of my jean skirt. It bulged out like a huge lump in my pocket and was very obvious. I didn’t care. I was so glad to have that contraption off of my body! Once I was done eating I put the bra inside my awesome metal Popples lunch box.
 
 
 My mother, being the crafty genius that she is, decided to find me the most itchy, scratchy, uncomfortable bra that she could possibly find. This way I’d be quiet about wanting a bra and I’d see that growing up too fast isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be. The joke was on her 5 years later when I actually needed a bra and she had to practically wrestle me into one! I had no desire to ever wear one again after my traumatic experience in the first grade. But that’s another story for another time. 
  
 
 

Here’s more school work that I found. It’s not dated so I’m not sure what year this is from. What cracked me up is what I had written on the back of the paper (clearly I laugh at myself a lot).

 

 
 I’m wondering if this was the same day I wore that bra to school! I guess we’ll never know.

 
  
You can read about my 6th birthday here:
Jenn’s 6th Birthday Party 1985

My Piggy Tales:
*My Birth Story: I’m always late!
*Ages 3-5: Dancing in a box
*Age 6 First Grade: There’s a bra in my lunchbox!
*Age 7 Second Grade: Bossy Wheels and Shady Deals
*Age 8 Third Grade: I will not talk in class
*Age 9 Fourth Grade: I didn’t really need those fingers anyway!
*Age 10 5th Grade: Nothing’s Scary in the Fifth Grade
*Age 11 6th Grade: Jenny Got Ran Over by her Grandma
*Age 12 7th Grade: Youth Camp Stinks
*Age 13 8th Grade: “Talent” Show
*Age 14 9th Grade: (N)O Christmas Tree
*Age 15 10th Grade: The Newsboys Wouldn’t Ditch Their Friends
*Age 16 11th Grade: Acrophobia Gets You the Good Seats
*Age 17 12th Grade: In School Suspension

My Young Adult Years
*Dreams and Aspirations: The Long Road There
*Friends and Fellowship: Friends Don’t Get Friends Grounded
*My First Job
*How I Met Cool Daddy Part 1
*How I Met Cool Daddy Part 2
*Colonel Mustard on a Rollercoaster with a Plastic Fork

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Friends and Fellowship: Friends don’t get friends grounded


This is the 2nd post in a 6 week series joining Ginny who is guest posting at Mommy’s Piggy Tales hosting the Young Adult Years version to record your youth.
This week’s Young Adult Years subject is “Friends and Fellowship”.
I’m also linking this up to Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop
4.) We’re too old to be getting in trouble…aren’t we?
Write about a time you were scolded…as an adult.

Summer 1997
Throughout high school I had a handful of really good friends. I never saw much of my friends during the summertime unless they were in band like I was. I spent most of my summers with whatever boyfriend I had at the time. After graduation this didn’t change. My summer continued just like any other summer, except this year when it was over my friends would mostly be leaving for college and I would be getting my first job.

This is how I spent the summer after graduation:
I got my really long hair cut short.

I helped out with VBS at our church.


I went to Florida to visit my grandparents.

I worked as the assistant choreographer for the marching band dance line at my former school.

My best good friend, Meghan, worked as the assistant for the flag line.

After the first day of summer dance camp Meghan and I were talking. A lot. We’ve always done a lot of talking…for hours. We had a whole lot to say to one another that day, so we stopped at McDonald’s which is right across the street from the school. We sat there and talked for hours and hours. I couldn’t tell you one thing we talked about that day. When we finished talking, I walked home. It was nearly 5:00pm. When my mom came home from work she was furious at me. She had been calling the house since 2pm (when I should’ve been home from band camp) and naturally I didn’t answer because I wasn’t there. I was supposed to come right home. She didn’t know where I was or if something had happened to me. I told her where I was and what I was doing. She believed me, but that didn’t stop her from being upset. So upset that she grounded me. For a month. When I was 18 years old. I was particularly upset about it because I was supposed to go away with my boyfriend’s family on the fourth of July. The grounding held firm and I was not permitted to go. And I didn’t go. I accepted my groundation. You better believe that I was always home on time after that. And you better be home on time as well or my mom will ground you too! (And I’m only 50% joking. She seriously will ground you if you don’t behave.)

Meghan and I would continue to keep in touch over the next several years. She was a bridesmaid in my wedding. A few years after getting married we would drift apart. Aside from my sister and cousin I haven’t seen or spoken to any of my bridesmaids in years.

I saw very little of my high school friends once they left for college. We didn’t write, we didn’t call, and we didn’t keep in touch. Things probably would’ve been a little different if the internet and social media had been then the same way that it is now, but they weren’t. Those were the days of dial up…if you were even lucky enough to have that (“not I” says Jenn who didn’t receive a dial up connection until The Year 2000). Those were the days before everyone and their Grandma had a cell phone (P.S. Both of my Grandmas have a cell phone and one of them is on Facebook. Rock on, Grandmas, rock on.). In the 12 13 years* since graduation I think I’ve seen my good friend, Kelly, a total of 4 times (One of those times was at her wedding, and another was just this past March when we ran into each other at Wal-Mart when she was home visiting her dad in the hospital.).

I haven’t made any new friends since.

*Edited to add: I have been out of school for 13 years now, not 12.  Perhaps they shouldn’t have let me graduate at all considering that I lack the ability to do basic math.  Me smart.*

(Since this seems like it ended on a depressing note, I have edited this to add: I am now Facebook friends with all of my old high school friends.  Almost all of them live away and some of us don’t have much in common anymore, but I love to see the pictures of their cute kids and the funny things they say and do.)

My Piggy Tales:
*My Birth Story: I’m always late!
*Ages 3-5: Dancing in a box
*Age 6 First Grade: There’s a bra in my lunchbox!
*Age 7 Second Grade: Bossy Wheels and Shady Deals
*Age 8 Third Grade: I will not talk in class
*Age 9 Fourth Grade: I didn’t really need those fingers anyway!
*Age 10 5th Grade: Nothing’s Scary in the Fifth Grade
*Age 11 6th Grade: Jenny Got Ran Over by her Grandma
*Age 12 7th Grade: Youth Camp Stinks
*Age 13 8th Grade: “Talent” Show
*Age 14 9th Grade: (N)O Christmas Tree
*Age 15 10th Grade: The Newsboys Wouldn’t Ditch Their Friends
*Age 16 11th Grade: Acrophobia Gets You the Good Seats
*Age 17 12th Grade: In School Suspension

My Young Adult Years
*Dreams and Aspirations: The Long Road There
*Friends and Fellowship: Friends Don’t Get Friends Grounded
*My First Job
*How I Met Cool Daddy Part 1
*How I Met Cool Daddy Part 2
*Colonel Mustard on a Rollercoaster with a Plastic Fork

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