Reading is one of my favorite things to do. Mrs. Smith, my first grade teacher is the one who taught me to read. She had the alphabet hanging above the blackboard in the front of the classroom. Each letter had an object that started with that letter. She made it all seem so wonderful. We would write our letters and then learn the sounds each one made. She had books everywhere for us to borrow. Of course we used the Dick and Jane series.
Mrs. Smith was a small woman with glasses and dark curly hair. She usually wore dresses with a belt and black heels. Sometimes she wore a suit but took the jacket off and hung it on the side of her chair. There was always a thermos of coffee on her desk. She must have had allergy problems because I remember her voice was often scratchy and she had a hankie tucked in her sleeve.
I don't know very much about her except that I loved her then and I still do. I only saw her once outside of school and that was at a craft fair many years after I graduated. I reintroduced myself to her and told her how much she had meant to me and how I loved school because of her.
Mrs. Smith was a kind woman. She didn't loose her temper very often, but when she did it upset me. I didn't like to see her angry. She did encourage us to play together and not leave anyone out.
Mrs. Smith will always be one of my favorite women.
This week's Vintage Friday is greeting cards found at an antique shop. I plan on using these cards as my own greeting cards. One is not written in so I just need to find an envelope. The other two I will use with scrapbooking supplies and make them new again.
This card has a hand written note on the back. It was originally sent in 1944.
Today on WMBI they referred to this as Thankful Thursday. I like that. I started to think about what I was thankful for. Of course I'm thankful for my family, my health and my Savior. But there are many other things that are unique to me and to this day.
Reading is one of my favorite things to do. Mrs. Smith, my first grade teacher is the one who taught me to read. She had the alphabet hanging above the blackboard in the front of the classroom. Each letter had an object that started with that letter. She made it all seem so wonderful. We would write our letters and then learn the sounds each one made. She had books everywhere for us to borrow. Of course we used the Dick and Jane series.
My mother made this box a very long time ago. I can remember her gluing the pictures to a stained cigar box and then sealing it. She kept it in her top draw, filling it with different things at different times in her life. I remember when it held jewelry and gloves. It also was home to other pictures. Most recently she used it to hold her collection of vintage hankies. She had dozens of those precious hankies. For me this box holds memories of childhood. I still enjoy looking at the pictures and thinking about the people in them. Each one has a story.
