My niece is turning six this month. What a great year! It's full of surprise, too. When I was six, I realized that I was going to keep getting older, forever. At the time, that was a good thing.
It was a phase.
I lived across the street from the school and I started the first grade in September (no preK or Kindergarten for us, we just manned up and learned it all in one year!)
Reading, wRiting & aRithmetic , and it was taught to the tune of a hickory stick, they could spank you if you were bad. I never got spanked. Others did.
I went to school with my older brother and lots of cousins and everyone in the neighborhood went to the same school.
I had crazy curly red hair and my mother made all my school clothes. She sewed all summer for my wardrobe. It was not extensive or creative. It was functional.
My Mom starched my petticoats (until they cut your naked legs) on the weekends and hung them out on the clothes lines to dry.
My brother had stretchers that they put in his jeans to make a crease. Laundry had its own life!
I had skinny feet and needed good shoes (my father didn’t enjoy that!). We got ONE pair per year. Period.
I had lots of playmates and we played after school and after dinner until dark. No homework until you were older. Maybe the 3rd grade and not much at that.
I loved my box of Crayola’s and never pealed the paper off or broke them. I was so happy when I moved up to 16 from 8 colors.
My favorite color was Burnt Sienna and that was a big step on the color wheel.
We did not have TV or even a clue about TV. We listened to the radio. We took naps. We read books. We wrote in tablets so our handwriting improved.
I had the chicken-pox and nearly clawed my skin off. And Measles also. No shots for us. Just endure and survive.
We had the first Polio vaccine and we took it in sugar lumps. Yummy, but very edgy.
We had only little white children in our schools, and celebrated Christian holidays only.
I bit my nails. I had bird legs and looked like a stick figure. It was all part of a journey that we all took together.
I still have lunch and talk to those kids that were with me in Miss West’s first grade class at James B. Bonham.
We are still on that journey that began at age 6. It was a great adventure, and amazingly enough it started 60 years ago!
This is Nikki Sixx. He has nothing to do with this post, but this is what he looks like when he shouts at the devil.