Those Golden Rule Days
August is just around the corner. Hard to believe, isn't it?
Mothers are shopping for school supplies and clothing for their youngsters and teachers are getting ready to assemble their classrooms for the first day of school.
It takes a lot of preparation before parents and teachers gather for Open House.
The first day of school can be tramatic for some kindergarten students and first graders.
My mind takes me back to my first day of school in Caruthersville, Mo. It was my aunt's duty to take me there and drop me off. I clung to her, holding her hand, as I looked at the huge building and the big steps I had to climb before I reached the entrance.
Inside, I saw a long hallway with many ominous doorways leading to various classrooms.
In those days, there was no daycare or preschool programs for children. There was no kindergarten either. Children began their classroom studies in the first grade. Before that, they were home with their mothers fulltime, except for an occasional babysitter.
Of course, I adjusted to first grade as most children do. I say most because not all do. My uncle was one of those who didn't. Each morning he would cling to his mother's skirttail, refusing to leave her.
When she got him to school, he refused to stay and tried to run away. She finally gave up and allowed him to stay home that year until he matured enough to attend school the next year.
In later years he became the class clown and was loved by his fellow classmates. He was a favorite of teachers, too, although he was a rascal.
We attended classes all the way through school and graduated from high school together.
At our class reunions and also our family reunions, he always has tales to tell about his golden rule days in the classroom........when we were a couple of kids.