Fourth Grade
As far as nice events that have happened on this trip, I got to relive an experience of my youth which really was something special. In a small town called Callicoon Center there is a band…not just any band, but a band that performs every Tuesday night for the last 75 years! When I was little (under age 12) we used to go often.
We brought the girls, despite the fact that it was after their bed time. The weather was cool, but clear. We brought folding chairs, and got nearly front row seats. (The baby was in her stroller…) The music started and the girls loved it! Two out of three got up and danced a bit, and the older folks near by enjoyed the show.
Before it began, my mother pointed out my fourth grade teacher, Mrs. Heinle. She was a good teacher, who was very strict on handwriting. I can’t say she was so successful with me, but she didn’t let us use pen until she felt our handwriting had reached it’s best. I think that left me a few weeks of pen toward the end of the school year. She always said that from here on out it just gets worse. There is no doubt that she was correct. This year she turned 75, and she still looks great, and appears to be very active. I thought she was old when she was my teacher, but she was only 4 years old than I am now…wow!
I really hope I’m as active and together as she is when I’m 75.
