How Many National Tragedies Have I Seen?
I remember it well. The morning sun was shining brightly into the classroom of my 6th grade Spelling class. It was a cool morning and all the kids were excited.
Like every other class in the Allyn Finch Junior High School, we all were looking forward to watch the launching of a space rocket that would carry the first teacher into outer space.
September Exercise #2 - "Bath Time With Brenda"
September Exercise - "Pick-Nose"
September Exercise -- Un-Nap Day
Naptime was coming. I knew this because my little sister, Jenny, and I had finished eating lunch, and because Mommy was feeding our baby sister, Nina, in the rocking chair. Today, I had promised myself, I would show Mommy how I was too big to have naps.
Standing up as tall as my four-year-old body could manage, I turned to my little sister. “Jenny,” I said tugging her stout little body toward the white leather chair, “come here. I’ll read you a storybook.” I couldn't really read, of course, but Jenny would never know.
Needed to check in on everyone.....Things have changed here...m
Do we not have the writing class:getting started and getting serious boards? Does Jessica ever critic anymore? are there class chats? What happened? Did it get too overwhelming, I figured it would, it was too good to last.What ever happened to theryn?? and the lunatic fringe? hmmmm. I hope everyone is ok, I love it here at ivillage, just haven't been posting in a while. Love, charla
Sarah's Box
I wonder if we ever spoke the same language. I thought we were in love, but now I’m not sure what he thought.
I said, “I do.”
He said, “I do.”
I meant till death do us part; vow before God; for the rest of our lives in sickness and health. The dream of marriage washed over me. My heart overflowed with joy. I looked perfect in that dress and veil. I was, in that moment, everything I ever imagined a bride would be.
I do… want to wash your clothes and sweep your floors.
Reply to Nozyitch
Nozy,
Thanks for reading my rewrite of the Sept. exercise, The Dungeon. It was rather long, I know, and I appreciate it. I didn't get a chance to reply before the post was archived.
I'm glad you found the rewrite more interesting. Your comment about the dialogue is understandable, however, with the style I was going for I didn't want to draw that much attention to the kids by using quotes. I felt the room was more of a character than the kids.
Thanks again,
Sandy
Mommy's Kitchen
Three
Three
Climb up to the light to brush teeth. Mommy will see me and help. The mirror is too high up to see my teeth. Climb up to the green squares to turn on the light but Mommy said not to climb but the light is up high to turn it on. The white boat by the door. The boat with the red cross on it, don't touch too much or Mommy will tell me it is too heaby.
Grandma will sit by the table and smile when I look at her. She will sew with needles by the light. Maybe sew a pillow.
September Exercise: Porridge for Breakfast
When we were kids, we ate oatmeal for breakfast every morning. Oatmeal with brown sugar and milk. It was nothing new to us, but when I was six and my cousins came to live with us, it was a bit of a novelty to them.
One morning we were sitting at the old Formica-topped kitchen table. It sagged in the middle from all the heavy stew pots and roast beef dinners it had sported over the years and the milk in our bowls sagged with it. The morning sun shone through the sheers that covered the window promising a beautiful day.
