It is amazing what your mind can come up with when you begin thinking about your past. Often you find great meaning from a memory, even something that seemed so unimportant at one time. You can have an aha! moment and realize why you are the way you are.
Today's story is for amusement only, although I am open to interpretation from anyone who thinks it explains why I am the way I am.
My two best friends in first grade were Shelly Levin and Debbie Donohue. We sat near each other at Old Bonhomme Elementary School, where we were incredibly giggly when we discovered how our names were alphabetized. From that moment on we called each other Donohue Debbie, Levin Shelly and Hessel Susan.
One other important note in first grade is that our trio had a very serious rule about our artwork -- dark coloring only!
I have completely lost track of Donohue Debbie and only have contact with Levin Shelly on occasion, but fifty years later I would hate to learn that either one of them has not maintained our dark coloring pledge. If they have not, it would be one more cherished belief shattered -- or I mean shattered.
We were silly and rigid.
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In elementary school, I also learned about alphabetizing by last name.
And I learned about the Caribbean Sea, and the Greater Antilles and the Lesser Antilles.
My grandmother's oldest sister was my Aunt Tillie, and her married name was Lesser.
I amused myself (and no one else) by referring to her as my Lesser, Aunt Tillie.
Hi, Susan. Just wanted to say how much I'm enjoying your blog. It's bringing back lots of memories for me. And the illustrations give me smiles. Thanks. Keep it up! storywriter. www.yourstorycounts.com
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