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      Tuesday, July 22, 2014

the morning walk
08:03 AM - 07/22/2014

The topic: On our walk this morning


Yes, we're walking again. That little experiment where we got up, Brian showered while I fixed breakfast so he could start working earlier didn't seem to pan out. He still wasn't out there until nine or later. We're walking again.

Anyway, on our walk this morning, we walked by an elementary school, one that Brian attended when he was a child. With my history, I don't remember much about school. Kindergarten was in Salt Lake City.  My next three grades were probably in Wichita Falls, Texas, then to New Cumberland, Pennsylvania. Fourth and fifth grades at St. Teresa's Parochial school. Sixth, seventh and eighth were spent at the American Academy in Athens, Greece (we were there when the miltary took over, our house overlooked the international airport and we saw the king leaving the country). The first three years of senior high school were spent at Desert High on Edwards Air Force Base in the Mojave Desert in California. Senior year at El Capitan in Lakeside, California.

But I digress.

Walking next to this school this morning, I asked Brian if he remembered any art projects. He started thinking back to kindergarten, remembering making stamp pads out of potatoes. I don't recall a lot about my younger years, I blame it on the accident when I was sixteen that had me in the hospital for months. I think the part of my brain that retains memory recall was damaged or something. Anyway, I remember around Easter one year, in early elementary school,  our teacher brought in a dead branch she'd found and she'd planted it in dirt. The kids painted the branch and our parents (back then it was usually the mothers) blow out eggs. I do remember my mom not liking this part of the project. yawn

We took our blown eggs to school, painted them and somehow got them tied to that painted branch with ribbons. And in a few weeks, to the amazement and wonder of the school children, the tree started to bud.

I always smile when I remember that. The teacher probably knew all along this would happen and she just sat back and watched. 

Yeah, that's a good memory.

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