I NEVER HAD A CHANCE TO SAY GOODBYE

This is my last post about Raspy. Today when I returned from getting my grocery I received the news that the buyer had come while I was away and bought three of the bulls calves and Raspy even though was smaller than the calf born yesterday was amongst those who were bought. It really made me feel sad but I knew that it was coming sooner or later. He was just starting to show some attitude and I hope that he will be well taken care of.  His little pen is still empty.  I never got the chance to take a photo of Raspy drinking from the pail.  JB

SWEET MEMORIES OF MY ONE ROOM SCHOOL

A little trip down Memory Lane is sweet indeed. When I was a 5 year old little girl I was so eager to learn and wanted to go to school so bad but we had to be 6 years old to be enrolled as a student.  I could read and write before I was in grade one. We had no pre school or kindergarten in those days. I was serious about learning from my older sister and brother's books.

One of my cherished  memory of that school was a teacher that was so special. Her name was Yvonne Boudreau. She was a beautiful, sweet young lady and stayed at my grandmother to be closer to the school as I remember. Even though I was only 5, she allowed me to come to school and sat me on a pile of books at her desk because there was no available seat for me and I was obviously too small for her chair and couldn't reach her desk... It was a one room school  heated with a furnace in the basement with a big square grill in the floor.

My beloved  teacher gave me a page with alphabets written in red pencil and a margin also done in red and I practiced my printing very seriously. How I love those perfect red alphabets at the top the page. It was so special. She was the first teacher to give us star and cherub stickers on the top of the page after our work was done. That little gesture was so very important to me, it made me feel so smart and I love that teacher.

In 2006 I went to visit my special teacher for the first time since my childhood and she no longer looked like I remembered as a child but our reunion was sweet indeed.

I've been seriously thinking of making a childhood memory rug but I didn't had a photo of the little one room school until my dear sister Delcina who is the guardian of the family photos since my mom passed away last year. It's funny how my perspective has changed since childhood. I remember the school bigger that it really was. I was so glad to see a photo of that little school and will definitely incorporate it in my memory rug.  JB