Tag Archives: School

I’m walking, yes indeed I’m Walking.

My kids don’t believe me. I had walked two miles or more one way each day to and back from school. Starting in kindergarten and still walked everyday all the way through my senior year in high school. Rain, sleet, ice storms, snow, Wild fire, earthquake, barking dogs, panhandlers, and cracked sidewalks. All walking throughContinue reading “I’m walking, yes indeed I’m Walking.”

I need to use a pay phone.

Charlie boy, phone home. I absolutely don’t know how I did it. Did it without loss of limb or life. But I did get through it all with no major or minor difficulties. I made it easily through junior high and high school without a cell phone. However, there were two payphones in the mainContinue reading “I need to use a pay phone.”

I like to fly with my shoes off.

Barefooting. Of course, summer time is when we Okie kids went bare foot. And this is when we were growing up in Los Angeles. Something to show our independence from wearing shoes. And it has been that way for generations. And I’m sure generations to come. My sisters hardly ever wore shoes after coming homeContinue reading “I like to fly with my shoes off.”

Okies at school. Not all schools were this bad.

Charlie Boy the Okie sixth grader. This was 1956 in the sixth grade. My sixth grade teacher’s name was, and I’m not joking, Miss Longnecker. This is the truth. She was a “plus-size” woman. Fat and sometimes used a cotton braded rope as a belt for her tint size dress. She had long thin spindlyContinue reading “Okies at school. Not all schools were this bad.”

That’s a funny name for a dog.

So I had this dog. He was a special bred dog and was a mix of Yellow Lab and Golden Retriever. He had a body of a Lab with a head and feathered tail like a Golden. So far so good. However he had special training first from a puppy raiser and then from aContinue reading “That’s a funny name for a dog.”

Butchy the Chicken Whisperer chap 10.

Take them off or leave them on. It’s really interesting when I take off my glasses I look just like Gene Autry. You know the singing Cowboy. But some say I sometimes look like Mr. McGoo. But with my glasses off I have a tendency to walk in to closed doors or step in dogContinue reading “Butchy the Chicken Whisperer chap 10.”