tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2237620571891876574.post3735461053386823173..comments2023-08-09T05:33:09.323-04:00Comments on My Little Home and Garden: First DayMy Little Home and Gardenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01519563352358635257noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2237620571891876574.post-11746672106341276652013-09-16T15:11:38.518-04:002013-09-16T15:11:38.518-04:00Karen,
This is THE perfect post for the month of ...Karen,<br /><br />This is THE perfect post for the month of September, so eloquently written and recounted. You know, when I was a little girl, I always thought that the new year began in September, with the new school year, not in January! Yes, my memories are very similar to your, but for some reason, I remember that we had to purchase OUR Laurentians. The smell of new textbooks, the cloudy blackboards, wall-to-wall windows, with views of the school yard, and in the fall, lined by leafy tree tops that looked like peaks of coppery decoupage mountain tops, cubby holes and milk and cookie time, with cartons of Sealtest delivered on brown plastic trays, plates of cookies to complement. Ah, those were the days, carefree and colourful; another lifetime, another world!<br /><br />Thanks for rekindling some of the best years of my life!<br /><br />Poppy Poppyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08980323586402386609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2237620571891876574.post-49794406934264462192013-09-08T10:01:08.163-04:002013-09-08T10:01:08.163-04:00This is such a beautifully written post, I enjoyed...This is such a beautifully written post, I enjoyed reading about your memories. We had similar desks at the small school I attended here in the UK, with the lift up lid and long unused inkwells!<br />Helen xHelen Philippshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16085327303967055337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2237620571891876574.post-58856441960095936362013-09-05T11:35:27.673-04:002013-09-05T11:35:27.673-04:00I enjoyed reading about your memories from school ...I enjoyed reading about your memories from school days. Have a blessed day!Bethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09792341123595520130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2237620571891876574.post-53561459996946184092013-09-04T09:55:26.797-04:002013-09-04T09:55:26.797-04:00I notice today that they put four desks together s...I notice today that they put four desks together so that two kids are head to head and no one sits behind them. Perhaps that is to stop the bully from pulling hair or poking a pencil in your back.Ruth Kellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15649059834123681889noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2237620571891876574.post-15435114350797731882013-09-04T08:01:07.122-04:002013-09-04T08:01:07.122-04:00Wonderful post Karen. I remember the desks all jo...Wonderful post Karen. I remember the desks all joined in a row with seats that flipped up. I remember putting on a new outfit and wearing it proudly. So many memories from long ago.<br />I also my very first day as a teacher, waiting nervously for a room full of children that were entrusted to my care ... close to 40 of them!! <br />Enjoy SeptemberAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2237620571891876574.post-36903062632323258692013-09-04T03:25:59.430-04:002013-09-04T03:25:59.430-04:00hello
c'est plutôt des souvenirs d'odeur ...hello<br />c'est plutôt des souvenirs d'odeur qui me restent de la rentrée scolaire <br />l'odeur du cuir du cartable , de l'encre <br />et puis ce bruit horrible de la craie qui frotte le grand tableau <br />et tout ces cris ,dans la cour de récréation <br />des institutrice à l'air sévère <br />j'avais très mal au ventre ::::::<br />bonne journée<br />tendresse<br />edith (iris) France<br />Edith DUTERTREhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06296088704747889708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2237620571891876574.post-18571958423141487272013-09-04T01:21:22.907-04:002013-09-04T01:21:22.907-04:00A new set of crayons, and later a new set of Laure...A new set of crayons, and later a new set of Laurentian coloured pencils - they were so special! I also remember the first year we were allowed to use pens instead of only pencil. I felt so very grown up!Pondsidehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02407539138546412482noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2237620571891876574.post-66003009665569791972013-09-03T22:05:42.319-04:002013-09-03T22:05:42.319-04:00Just lovely. I remember sorting through my school ...Just lovely. I remember sorting through my school supplies before the first day, organizing them all. I could hardly wait to start each September. The Laurentian colored pencils were my favorites.Lorriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03653026442945027184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2237620571891876574.post-31236733184709840172013-09-03T21:28:52.939-04:002013-09-03T21:28:52.939-04:00Well and beautifully written. I remember sitting i...Well and beautifully written. I remember sitting in hot class rooms, in the Deep South, and taking notes with one hand and swatting gnats with the other. Olivehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04562775041134498313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2237620571891876574.post-21692259693065191982013-09-03T21:05:38.844-04:002013-09-03T21:05:38.844-04:00Karen, this is a lovely post of school memories. ...Karen, this is a lovely post of school memories. I remember "elderly" teachers who when they wrote on the blackboard their upper arms would shake back and forth. I'm now of "that age". LOL I also remember black boards with the alphabet in proper cursive across the tops. My early desks were the kind with the seat that flipped up and had black wrought iron legs and our books slid in the opening in front, the groove to lay your pen or pencil on, ink well holes and an ink well and fountain pens. Oh so many memories. Thanks. :)Pamela Gordonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18071092617682650349noreply@blogger.com