Monday, August 9, 2010

K-5, memories and notes from a wise woman

- This is the house in which I attended kindergarten in my home town of Milledgeville, Georgia. The Roberts School - run by a sweet little lady - Mrs. Roberts. I was in my home town on Saturday to further ready our family home for sale and went by this landmark, now a real estate agency, sat in the driveway and remembered.

- This is the back door that students entered and exited. And the playground was the same fenced in back yard in the shade of a giant oak tree.

- Earlier on Saturday, attending a memorial service for someone gone too soon. Her daughter gave a beautiful eulogy and listed things her mother taught she and her siblings: that we are all the same regardless of the color of our skin and if anyone disputed that, they should argue with them. And they might get in trouble growing up, but it would be OK if they learned from it and it was fun.

20 comments:

Fireblossom said...

Aw, kindergarten memories!

Lynn said...

Shay -

I hope everyone bears with me as I walk down memory lane. It is rather disconcerting to me that there will be no connection at all to Milledgeville soon. I'll be able to click on my Milledgeville tag and view the photos.

Mama Zen said...

What a beautiful place to attend kindergarten!

TALON said...

Wow - that sure puts the ugly brick building I went to kindergarten in!

May your friend's mother rest in peace. She sounded like a wise woman.

sage said...

i went to such a home for kindergarten in Pinehurst. One of my few memories is being slapped by the teacher for drawing a log cabin and not what she told us to draw (I'm sure there was more to it, but that's all I remember). Sounds like a beautiful eulogy for a lovely lady.

desk49 said...

One’s own house to be sold
From one, that memories hold
A door, playground and oak tree
A eulogy read, by her daughter who said
It was okay what her mother taught her family
Get in trouble, have fun but learn don’t you see


I'm thinking K-5 is kindergarten.

Jannie Funster said...

I never got to go to Kindergarten. Was thrust into the wilds of Grade 1, boo hoo -- poor underpriviledgted Jannie. :)

I did have to stand in the corner there a couple times, (took many more years to learn some lessons) but at least I never got slapped for drawing a log cabin, geez. I did get knuckle-rapped in grade 4 by Mrs. Smith for talking in class. :)

But I think I'm okay now, on all accounts. :)

And... Dearest Lovely Sweet Lynn -- I think all my compatriots who are lucky enough to enter this blog portal will agree with me that we will all delight in walking down ANY and all lanes you ever lead us on -- because YOU are there. And you are sweet and nice! With a lovely eye. :)

And you will always be connected to Millidgeville, and it to you.

You are big-muchly loved by many.

xoxo

and funny, that smaller column off to the right of the front porch, the one in the back -- I biggered the pic and it seems like it's missing something on top. You know what I mean? Looks funny, a bit. Did you Photoshop this!?? :)

Beautiful old building! Was it only 1 class each of K-5 there?

xo
(agin)

Lynn said...

Mama Zen -

It was beautiful. I am so glad that the current owners have taken such good care of the place.

Talon -

I wish I had known her better - she was a friend's older sister.

Sage -

Not only is that awful for a teacher to slap you, but that you were so little, too. I hope someone got her number before too long.

Ellis -

Great wrap-up poem! I think K-5 is what they call it these days - I was just trying to shorten my title. :)

Jannie -

I don't think it hurt me at all to go to kindergarten, but I sure didn't want to leave my mother. My dad dropped me off on my first day at that back door and I stood there not wanting to go in. He was getting out of the car to walk in with me when the ladies came out to get me. I have such a clear memory of that.

It was kindergarten and nursery school. Mrs. Roberts and Mrs. Combs. Lovely ladies.

Thank you for the high compliments - you are pretty sweet yourself, girlie!

I don't know what is going on with that column, but I see what you mean. I kept thinking someone would come out and accost me, so I was hurrying. It would be fun to sit on that porch with a mint julep. :)

xoxo

Louvregirl said...

Actually Lynn~ I missed out on kindergarten! What a beautiful old home to attend school in. I am so glad you have fond memories of this.

Jannie Funster said...

Ahh, that's funny about you feeling someone could come out and accost you. :) I know that photo-taking feeling. Yet, we perservere for out art!! ;)

xoxo

LL Cool Joe said...

What a beautiful place! It looks to be in immaculate condition too. It's so sad to me when a place is left to get rundown.

Riot Kitty said...

Good lesson at the end...sorry for your loss.

Jingle said...

it feels like home sweet home,
lucky kids who come here for kindergarten...
Happy Monday!

Meredith said...

I am sorry you are having to prep yourself to have no connection with your hometown soon, Lynn. That must be really hard. :(

What a gorgeous place to have a kindergarten! I hope the experiences inside matched the outside. Somehow I sense from your words that they did...

Snaggle Tooth said...

Strange it's easy to remember Kindergarten! Mine burnt down, n when I went back home that morning,(right up the street) my Mom thought I was telling tale tales til she went there to see for herself!
The playing is always the best part!
Sorry about losing your old-home neighbor. We should all leave such an honorable legacy!

Lynn said...

lg -

That was a long time ago, but the memories are good. :)

Jannie -

Yes - I suffer for my ART! Hehe. xo

Joe -

My home town has had its share of torn down old houses, so I'm glad to see them when they are loved (like this one.)

Riot Kitty -

Thank you -

Jingle -

I like that - home sweet home.

Meredith -

I'm sure there will be the random trip back - I've never completely toured Andalusia Farm. But these trips do feel bittersweet.

Lynn said...

Snaggle -

I know - oddly, I remember more about kindergarten than I do elementary school. Probably something to do with it being a first school experience.

That is quite a memory you have of the school burning down - and you had to prove it to your mom.

Tony Single said...

Clearly, it was a day for reflection, Lynn. As a reader of your wonderful blog, it's a privilege to walk down memory lane with you. :)

For me, the funny thing about going back to old haunts is how much smaller they seem. It's a strange thing to be feeling, but there you go.

Lynn said...

Tony -

That is a lovely thing to say - thank you. And yes - I remember that back yard playground as being much bigger!

Wendy said...

Great words of wisdom!