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The morning glories in bloom on our patio trellises remind me of September mornings on the farm in 1954.
Somehow it seemed that the first day of school was always a perfectly sunshiny day that still had the smell of wheat chaff in the air. The hollyhocks on the east side of the house were so tall by this time that they leaned over the sidewalk, the sweet peas were about done blooming and the cottonwood trees were anticipating cooler fall weather. It was good to go back to school with a new plaid skirt or jumper, new blouses and a jacket or sweater.
My brother and I always stood for a picture just by the open door of the school bus that first morning. It was a sign of the times that those in the photo didn’t resist and onlookers didn’t snicker at it. The Photo By The Bus was expected ritual for any household boasting a camera.

The first grade teacher had taught first grade since the Civil War, as we understood things. She was friends with the really old ladies in town, because she had grown up with them. Her hair was always in a tidy little chignon snugged up against the back of her neck. She was never unkind and her students were never unruly.
Her rules were few and clear, and she did not speak to her students outside of the classroom. She was our Wizard of Oz but much better by far: if the
curtain had ever been pulled back on her most private life, she would have been proven to be wise, kind, helpful, prim, educated, sturdy (in her firmly laced, low-heeled black shoes) with absolutely nothing useless or pretentious in her life.
She had never married, but had more children of her own than anyone I’ve ever known. (more…)


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Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy Name. Thy kingdom come. THY WILL BE DONE, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but DELIVER US FROM EVIL.

