1955
Kindergarten
I only remember a few things about kindergarten. I remember an awful feeling in my stomach, the same feeling I get now when I’m in the waiting room of my dentist. I remember our class waiting in line to get on a train at the Hughson station, sitting next to Mina Moore for a short ride, and getting off the train in Merced.
I remember the smell of paste. I remember the teacher standing in front of the class with a box of huge red pencils and a box of brand new two inch pink erasers. As she came closer to me I remember my heart pounding with excitement. As I look back now it is a wonder we ever did learn to write with those pencils they were so big and so heavy. That’s it! It seems funny…those few things gave me memories for a lifetime but nothing else from kindergarten stuck with me. The photo shows me, Mina Moore, and Pam Aldrich at the Merced train station.
I didn't go to Kindergarten. It was an option when I was starting school, and mother opted to keep me home one more year. I certainly do remember the smell of paste, and my Aunt Nevada lived right across the street form the Empire Train station.
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