to kindergarten (fall of 69) through 3rd grade (spring of 73) at
Phoebe Hearst Elementary School. It was about 3 blocks from my house,
so it was easy to skip to school after my bologne sandwich and milk
Hearst closed, I went off to Bates with the rest of my class for
4th grade (fall of 73) through 6th grade (spring of 76).
bleach blonde hair with ringlets for a while. My mother tried to
turn me into a doll! Then, in about 1st or 2nd grade, she let me
go back to ashe blonde. She tried to do this herself, and accidentally
turned my hair green. After I had my own color, she she started
putting perms in my hair. I had a bad habit of either not telling
my Mom about school picture day or just forgetting. There were about
5 years where I had to have my picture retaken. All the 1st try
pics were adorable though because I had messy hair and a twinkle.
The 2nd try pics were always too neat and poised and involved chemical
the 70s every girl was letting her hair grow long because of Cher
Bono. My hair hit my butt and I'd swing it back and forth, left
to right. In 3rd grade, I got a shag hair do for my retake photo.
Goldie Hawn had made that style the rage. I loved my shag. My mother's
friend Doris cut my hair.
my pint-sized years, I used to watch Uncle Zeb's cartoon camp, and
every afternoon I saw a long line of kids go over the bridge and
say a few hellos into the microphone. Some kids just breathed heavily
and some cried. Boy was I excited when I got to go -- I think I
went with my brownie troop. At last, I got to go on TV and say hi
to my homies!
6th grade ('76) I got my first pair of glasses. They were gold wire-frames.
I wore my hair in varying lengths of straight for a few years, adding
"wings" in 6th grade. In Jr. High, wings turned into farrah-do
went to Camp Scott, a Girl Scout camp near Locust Grove. We slept
in tents and cooked by the campfire. We made candles by dripping
wax into a sand pile. We painted latrines and whittled wood. I still
remember the smell of breakfast cooking out in the open. The very
next year, 3 girls were brutally murdered at that camp.
elementary school I was playing violin and flute and didn't hate
my instruments yet. I also loved art class and gym. I worked really
hard at track and did well for a couple of years there. During girl
scouts I fell madly in love with roller skating.
roller rink became THE place to go on Friday and Saturday nights.
I spent most of 5th grade there. The songs we skated to were "Saturday
Night" by the Bay City Rollers, "Night Moves" by
Bob Segar, "All By Myself" by Eric Carmen, "Island
Girl" by Elton John, "Sweet Emotion" by Aerosmith,
"More than a Feeling" by Boston, etc. It was such a big
deal to go there and have a slice of cheese pizza, flirt with the
DJ, go the bathroom and reapply the lip gloss, skate with a goody
comb in your back pocket, and if you could do some jive moves while
you skated, even better. I also liked to skate backwards alot and
do "shoot the duck." When it came to ice skating, however,
its as if I had elbows for feet. I couldn't even stand up in the
big hangout was going to Bell's amusement park. The ride of rides
back then was the Himalaya. The best 2 songs to ride Himalya to
were "Slow Ride" by Foghat and "Money" by Pink
Floyd. Am I right or am I right?