tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429478.post3267732633289649564..comments2024-03-27T06:09:04.368-04:00Comments on Blogging, Near Philadelphia: Memory LaneNancy Near Philadelphiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08803134620826322075noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429478.post-28259820073102444112014-07-27T09:40:47.240-04:002014-07-27T09:40:47.240-04:00Nancy: I had Miss Hartzell, too. Second grade, 196...Nancy: I had Miss Hartzell, too. Second grade, 1967. When someone, presumably a student, had written "Hell" in the bathroom, she had everyone in the class write "HE" on one side of paper and "LL" on the other. Then she compared the writing to everyone's in the classs. Naturally, my writing matched, according to Ms. Harztzell, who may have gone on to do work for the FBI as a handwriting analyst. (I am kidding.) Anyhow, I wasn't the culprit, I swear. Thanks for posting this. John BanksAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429478.post-56997653118656837452014-07-16T17:55:05.874-04:002014-07-16T17:55:05.874-04:00Glenside Weldon was part of my life, too. Kinderga...Glenside Weldon was part of my life, too. Kindergarten thru 2nd grade, I walked those halls myself. Miss Owens for Kindergarten, Miss Myers for 1st grade, and Miss Glading/Mrs. Struk for 2nd. GW was the first school I attended. I missed it after I moved to Florida. That magnificent old building meeting the wrecking ball hurts me a lot, just as it does every student that ever walked those hallowed halls. Never forget the Old Girl; she'll live in our hearts forever.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11064208164442071615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429478.post-48926808536253230452014-07-13T19:14:59.148-04:002014-07-13T19:14:59.148-04:00My elementary school was old when I attended in th...My elementary school was old when I attended in the 50's. I think we celebrated the 50th anniversary in my tenure there. It is still being used. There were new buildings added and the stairs were redone while I was there. 5 years after I left it finally came up on the list to be air conditioned. After all it was only the 60's then, but it was Florida. The school looks the same from the front, but there are all sorts of new things from the back. Inside it is so different. But the main building is still the original structure. I have memories too, but the most vivid is climbing the rickety wooden stairs as a second grader to pick up my 6th grade brother's homework assignments everyday for 6 weeks. Normally only 5th and 6th graders got to go upstairs, and I hated it.<br />I can name and describe all my teachers, the 2 principals, but not the librarian who spoiled me rotten. Funny how the memory works.stitchinpennyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06341867288910993051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429478.post-12231364861153624482014-07-12T12:00:44.754-04:002014-07-12T12:00:44.754-04:00I think your memory is amazing!
My old elementary ...I think your memory is amazing!<br />My old elementary school is just 1/2 block from where I grew up, and where my parents still live, but it has been cannibalized by the high school across the street and a new elementary school was built a mile or so away. I think the new expansion plans at the high school involve tearing down the old elementary school and building a new addition. That will be a sad day for me, too.Janet O.https://www.blogger.com/profile/05083607398709252597noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429478.post-39649376867703247372014-07-12T10:52:23.106-04:002014-07-12T10:52:23.106-04:00I have similar memories and curiosity about former...I have similar memories and curiosity about former classmates and teachers.<br /><br />Decades ago when I was an ER nurse, my first grade teacher came in as a patient. I recognized her name and went it to peek at her but quickly turned to leave. Her daughter stopped me and asked what I was doing. I explained my 1st grade teacher had the same name - it WAS her - and I realized I had thought it wasn't her because she was too short! Duh! I grew!! We all had a good laugh about that.<br /><br />It is sad when buildings that were part of our lives are gone, tho. Building as supposed to last nearly forever, aren't they? One of the homes I lived in when growing up was torn down so a McMansion could be built on that small lot. That feels odd, too.<br /><br />As you said, the memories remain.<br /><br />Hugs!Barbara Annenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429478.post-36798693793571754092014-07-12T08:07:02.783-04:002014-07-12T08:07:02.783-04:00Oh, Nancy, I know exactly how you feel. My elemen...Oh, Nancy, I know exactly how you feel. My elementary school, which is (was) in my neighborhood, was just torn down. I miss it terribly and, as I drive that way twice a day, I think about it a lot. It was just a part of the fabric of my neighborhood. In fact, I always thought that when I retired, I might get a part-time job there in the office or something. But, yes, the memories are still there (particularly the memories of those delicious peanut butter bars they served for dessert that I've been trying to recreate forever! o:) )Denise in PAhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17523418345283854892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429478.post-83799218606478615082014-07-11T22:53:17.564-04:002014-07-11T22:53:17.564-04:00Every one of the schools I attended has closed, in...Every one of the schools I attended has closed, including my college and graduate school (nothing to do with me personally,of course!). So I understand your sadness. As someone who worked in education for many years, it's nice to hear how many of your teachers you remember. Your Miss Koons must have been friends with my sixth grade teacher, Mrs. Duncan. Glad you shared your memories!Susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10474597082870302887noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27429478.post-91154885856026406742014-07-11T21:54:03.594-04:002014-07-11T21:54:03.594-04:00Nancy, this is wonderful. It brought back so many ...Nancy, this is wonderful. It brought back so many of my own memories. Thanks for sharing this.epaisthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11729600064648536479noreply@blogger.com