I was at Mary Lynn (Now Lynn-Urguides) Elementary School from grades 3-6, and one of the memories I have is that the school had a woman as a school principal. I never found myself in her office so I didn’t know her very well. My fourth grade teacher attempted to help me to stop stuttering by having me place rocks in my mouth. Not necessarily a clean method, and unfortunately it didn’t work very well, it only made me more aware of my speech issues. I was quite proud that I memorized the Gettysburg Address and gave the address to a fifth grade class, stuttering and all. I remember my first poem here as well, it was a poem dedicated to Arbor Day, each stanza began with the letters in the word “Trees”. According to my teacher, the author was “anonymous” and the original poem only had stanzas to tree, so we as a class created the last stanza. In dedication to memory and my teacher’s dedication to trees, here is the poem I still recall from fourth grade:
T R E E S
T is for TALL
As trees can be
They grow near a wall
Or by the sea.
R is for REACH
With their branches high
Where they wear their leaves
And get close to the sky
E is for EVERYTHING
That’s looking for shade
To keep out the sun
So colors won’t fade
Another E is for EXTRA
That trees give each day.
A place for a party
Or a place to play.
S is for Service
From tree to root
With gifts that help us from day to day
With furniture, fuel, paper and fruit
Trees help our lives to an easier way.
Fifth and sixth grades were somewhat unremarkable as the same issues related to being poor, socially alone for much of the time and stuttering remained. I continued to sing and had learned at home not to be very open about my love for singing as removing me from this activity was threatened when I was caught daydreaming or reading when I wasn’t supposed to. I tried to have a new hair style for my sixth grade graduation but it didn’t work very well. Still, I do recall being given a dark blue dress, it was one of the first times I liked what I wore to school.
On to junior high!
Gratefully,
SaceanCarol