Susan Dennis (susandennis) wrote,
Susan Dennis


I started school when I was 6. There was no kindergarten or pre-school. We went from 0 to first grade. I was so ready. OMG. I was dying to go to school. For my birthday, when I turned 6 in March, I got a book bag with a Big Chief tablet and the fat pencil that all children of the 50's learned to write with. It was still 6 months before school. And when you are 6 years old, 6 months is really forever. I wanted to find out what the hype was about. I wanted adventure but mainly going to school would cement my superiority over my bother and sister. It was time they learned who was the grown up in this three some.

It turned out that they hype was hype. I really did hate school. I finished 16 years of it but never again felt like I did those 6 months before my first classroom.

It was during my first few months of school that Daddy got yet another promotion and we moved again. This time he was made sales manager and the move was to headquarters in Winston-Salem, North Carolina. We bought our first station wagon for the trip. We stopped at Momoo's and Popoo's for Christmas and then just kept on going until we got to our new lives.

My sister was not happy about the move and whined the entire way. Mother made the mistake of telling her that she would forget Kansas City in short order. We heard "I haven't forgotten Kansas City yet!" every hour for the entire trip.

In between, we were schooled in how to live in the South. We would start, immediately, replacing every Yes and No with Yes Ma'm or Yes Sir or No Ma'm or No Sir. No exceptions and every slip was admonished immediately. It was painful.

When we finally got to North Carolina, turns out Mother and Daddy had bought this HUGE two story house that was like a castle to a 6 year old. (It was huge to a 6 year old. But, it was average size to anyone else. Not nearly big enough by the time we turned into teenagers.) Before we moved in they took us to see it. There was no furniture and it looked cavernous. My sister and I got to pick out our own rooms. The room I picked out had been an open air roof terrace that had been closed in. It had 6 windows and each was lined with beautiful white billowy curtains.

Google gave me a great shot of my bedroom - outlined in red. The carport wasn't there and my room looked over the back yard which was wide open to the street. And when it was our house, it was white. But, clearly it's outlived all the punishment we gave it! (It has also grown considerably. I think, judging from the real estate description, they must have built out the basement substantially.)

The truck with our stuff arrived and we moved into the new house. When we got back to the house, someone had removed all the beautiful curtains. I was crushed to bits. But I learned to love that room. It was my domain for the next 8 years.

To Be Continued
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