Hi all! Three years ago I started to do layouts of my childhood school memories and 1st grade was as far as I got. Looking back at these old layouts has inspired me to get going on this project again. I really need to write these memories down while I have a memory...haha! Oh the difference a year can make...there is definitely some different memories of 1st grade than there were of Kindergarten. It all is what makes us who we are, though. It is ALL GOOD! Here is the journaling:
Not a lot of memories here and even less pictures. In fact, no pictures. I chose to use a picture of the beach because it was such a part of my growing up. It also symbolizes the turbulence of my life at this period, but also symbolizes that just as the tide ebbs and flows so does life. Ultimately calm and steadiness prevail over turbulence. Memory is a funny thing…the things we can remember…the things we can’t. Sometimes it is a kindness that we can’t remember. This year was a little crazy. My mom was gone more than she was home and that is not necessarily a bad thing. The times she was there were not pleasant. The unsteadiness resulted in the divorce of my parents. My dad chose to date a lot of women that were just as unsteady and it was scary for me. School and other activities gave me stability and support. So there are a few memories I am grateful for. I remember the dress I wore in my school picture. The school picture is missing, but the memory of the dress isn’t. It was navy blue and had polka dots of bright colors all over it. Red…blue…yellow…green…
orange polka dots. Big polka dots. I loooooved it. I remember being a Bluebird. This was part of the Camp Fire Girl organization. I remember thinking our little blue uniforms were a lot cuter than the Brownie uniforms. I remember having to sell the Camp Fire Girl candy. I loved the candy but HATED the selling. I remember going on an overnighter. I was scared. I liked being around the campfire, but it felt intimidating to be around all the older Camp Fire Girls. I thought they were laughing at me. I remember being embarrassed that I sucked my thumb when I slept. I tried to hide the secret, but knew that someone would see. I remember I liked a boy named Drew. All the girls liked him. We all thought he was a nice boy. We all thought most of the other boys weren’t. These are my first grade memories.
“Anyone who imagines that bliss is normal is going to waste a lot of time running around shouting that he’s been robbed. The fact is that most putts don’t drop, most beef is tough, most children grow up to just be people, most successful marriages require a high degree of mutual toleration, most jobs are more often dull than otherwise. Life is like an old time rail journey…delays…sidetracks, smoke, dust, cinders and jolts, interspersed only occasionally by beautiful vistas and thrilling burst of speed. The trick is to thank the Lord for letting you have the ride.” ― Gordon B. Hinckley