Darlene Center Carter
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Post by Darlene Center Carter on Apr 19, 2006 14:48:04 GMT -5
Yes, Chuck, you still are! Remember in Miss Pigeon's class that Indian song we sang? We had these sticks that we tapped on the floor and passed back and forth to our partner as we sang the song. Believe it or not, I still remember the song. I can't spell it right, but it goes something like this: Mon ka-o, co ta-o, wey cooie tah nah. I need to get a life!
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Post by thelma on Apr 19, 2006 17:25:46 GMT -5
Darlene, Hello It’s me Thelma Halcomb Shepherd….I remember that song also. I think they were called lummi sticks. I can’t wait to see you again at the reunion. You are right Chuck is still a cutie...did he tell you we are going to play spin the bottle...can't wait!!!!!
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Post by bonnieabner on Apr 20, 2006 2:08:20 GMT -5
Hi Everyone it's Bonnie, I have enjoyed taking the walk down memory lane with you. It's good to see that I am not the only one who gets homesick for our little So. Lebanon group. Now as far as teachers go, you are doing pretty well, but I think I have you beaten ;as I can also add some embarrassing moments. 1st grade- Mrs. MacBeth...who unbeknown-st to me, was an acquaintance of my mother's. I had informed Mrs.MacBeth that my mother was going to have a baby, advising her each day of my mother's progress. I was really getting into the whole thing when one day Mrs.MacBeth advised me that I was lying!!!! HA HA HA In addition to this, to boost my confidence, my father told me he was going to miss me terribly while I was at school and did not know how he was going to manage the day without me. He had no idea the weight he had levied onto my 5 year old shoulders. I worried about him literally all day, everyday. Finally, I began leaving the playground, at last recess ,without telling anyone and I would just show up on the door step at home. I would tell my dad I had gotten sick and I needed to come home. After about two weeks of this, nobody knew what to do with me. Mrs. MacBeth solved the problem by promising me a paddling if I ever did it again!!!! HONORABLE MENTION* to Thelma Halcomb who taught me how to make a "K" in Mrs. MacBeth's class. After all, at this point, I felt I had lost all credibility with Mrs.MacBeth and had to lean on my classmates for whatever help. PS After all these years, did you know that I had been enrolled in school as Darlene Abner, but because there was two other Darlenes besides myself in her class, Mrs. MacBeth asked my parents if she could call me by my first name. She is the reason you know me as Bonnie, while my family called and still calls me Darlene. 2nd grade - Mrs.Parks...we learned how to write cursive and say the Pledge of Allegiance. I distinctly remember Sheila Taylor and Barbara Meadors getting into trouble for coloring each other's fingernails with crayons during classtime...Sheila cried. HONORABLE MENTION* My first biology lesson, courtesy of Darlene Allen. Who took several of us girls behind the reading table, and carefully lifted her skirt to show us her "Kennedy Surgery". I now believe she meant "Kidney". Never-the-less, it was all very interesting. 3rd grade - Miss Carpenter...Who was a born-again Christian. She scolded me for laying something on top of the Bible. I think it was a book. This was the year I tripped on the doll cradle;which was sitting next to the heater. I scraped my shin, then proceeded to cry shamelessly in front of the whole class. Looking back, I think she was dating the Principal. He would come and knock at the door and she would stand outside and talk to him during class-time. (maybe we imagined it) HONORABLE MENTION* Brenda Hodge told me she was related to Elvis Presley. She was so believable, that I told her I was related to Pat Boone. 4th grade - Mrs.Evans...who lived across the street from me. One day Terry Wright told her I flipped my dress up in front of the boys. (everyone who knows me, knows what a stinkin' lie that was...HA HA) Obviously, he was jealous because I had won the penmanship contest over him. Anyway, I digress. He told Mrs. Evans and she paddled me. When my little 5 foot 2 mother got home from work and learned this, she crossed the street, pounded on Mrs. Evans door and chased her into her kitchen, shouting,"You whipped my kid and now I'm gonna whip you!!!!" ..NO KIDDING. My heart-throb...Billy Doughman...3 years in a row. HONORABLE MENTION* Jola Allen ...who always wore frilly dresses with petticoats and matching headbands. One day Mrs.Evans advised her to remove her headband from her ears so that she could hear her when she spoke. Jola gave a wonderful eye-roll on the way back to her desk. ;D Grade 5 - Mrs. Sims...A wonderful lady, who pleaded with the boys to not make her paddle them. She said it had been many years since she had to paddle a student and she did not want to start with our class. HONORABLE MENTION* Dennis Fox...He caused her to break her record. Grade 6 - Mrs. Hatfield...A genuinely nice lady, who could NOT control her temper. She had been known to throw chalk at the students, and would pound her fist on the desk..screaming," I GET SO PROVOKED!!!" With each pound of her fist, the little twinkie-roll curl on the top of her head would flounce wildly. I got pneumonia that year and missed A LOT of school. She worked with me after class and during recess to help me get caught up. HONORABLE MENTION* Mr.Hatfield...for being married to Mrs.Hatfield. PS Darlene forgot to mention the pickle slice on top of each quarter of her sandwich. 7th grade - Mr.Ledford...A young, dark, tall drink of water, that I developed a serious crush on. This is the year I began to wear make-up and nylons. One afternoon I was standing at his desk, waiting to ask a question, when I heard a desperate low pitch scream from the back of the room ..."Bonnnnnnieeeeeee!!" I looked around to see a horrified look on Thelma's face and a big smile on Cisco's face. I knew my world was about to end. I rushed back to my seat to find that the tail of my skirt was tucked into the top of my girdle. It was a full moon that day. I just knew I would have to quit school. But, my parents made me come back. HONORABLE MENTION* Donald Combs (Cisco) One magic day at the pool. Dis-HONORABLE MENTION* Brenda Hodge...she told Mr.Ledford in front of the whole class that I had a crush on him...so I still owe her for that one. 8th grade - Mr. Audley Gay...He got married that year and taught us the infamous "finger snap", which I can still do today. Chuck and I must have a contest after we all play Spin the Bottle. My heart-throb was Dennis Fox, who was quite the little kisser as I learned from one of our Spin the Bottle games. Brenda Hodge's heart-throb was Arnold Baker...Now we're even ,Brenda. HA HA HA HA HA HA HA !!!!! One afternoon Mr. Gay gave us a speed-reading test in which he told us to read as far as we could for 3 minutes and then count the words. Afterwards, we went around the room telling how many words we had read. When he came to me, I told him my number and he commented on how exceptional I was. Later during recess, Carol Hammock, advised me that she did not believe I had read that many words. That she was observing me and I had turned the page the same time she did. I advised her that she could not possibly read and observe me at the same time. Thelma's mother gave her permission to invite us over for a birthday party. We were in the living room, with all the lights out ,coupled up, playing Spotlight. Thelma's mother, forever true and proper, came wheeling into the room, threw on the lights and yelled at every single one of us. Good ol' Mrs. Halcomb...how I love her. HONORABLE MENTION* Thelma's little sister Gwen, who peered over the back of the chair, watching us neck during Spotlight. Dis-HONORABLE MENTION* Bonnie Abner busted by Carol Hammock for lying on the speed reading test. ;D Now as far as the candy machine goes, I realize now that it was our virtual one-armed bandit. As the test was to see who could get the red sucker. I usually came out with green. Which is why I have stayed away from Vegas. Those wonderful trips to the old part of the building to Miss. Pigeon's Music Room (who after first grade became Mrs. Gilbert). She taught us so much about music and instruments, and who loved our class so much that she followed us to the High School. So for those of us who continued in our music, literally had her every year for twelve years. I had the opportunity to speak with her approximately 6 years ago by phone. She told me she was doing well, and after all those years had given birth to a son, named Matthew, and gave up teaching to raise him. How many of you remember getting the creeps when we walked passed the furnace room? I can't wait to see you all. I'll be checking in and putting in my two-cents from time to time...HA HA HA Love, Bonnie (AKA...Darlene) : )
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Post by Chuck Peters on Apr 20, 2006 6:49:11 GMT -5
Bonnie... (Darlene)..
This is great.. your memory is fantastic! I love hearing these things.. I never realized what a disturbed little girl you were!?!?!?! ..are you better now? (kidding)
I can't believe you can still recall Thelma's birthday. I figured only the boys held onto those memories.
Seriously.. what do you do for a living?. You should be a writer. Your stories really come to life.
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Post by thelma on Apr 20, 2006 8:13:48 GMT -5
Chuck, I have been telling Bonnie for years she should write. She has wonderful short stories that need to be shared. Bonnie, see I told you so, Chuck agrees with me.
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Darlene Center Carter
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Post by Darlene Center Carter on Apr 20, 2006 8:56:26 GMT -5
Hi Thelma, I don't know about playing spin the bottle... I'd drive 'em wild! Can't wait to see you at the reunion!
Hi Bonnie, I'm not too senile yet - I remembered the pickle later! For what it's worth, I have always felt a little guilty that you had to go by "Bonnie". Had I had a middle name, I would have gladly used it to spare you this trauma! I remember being afraid of the furnace room. What was the story behind it? It's a shame that the old part of the school is gone now. I ran into Mr. Ledford a few years ago. He recognized me before I recongnized him. He looked good, but he isn't lean and lanky anymore! Thanks for reminding me of Mr. Gay's first name - that is too funny! I have a Brenda Hodge story that I'm a little embarassed to tell. I was always jealous of her gorgeous hair that she wore in long, finger curls. One day one of her curls was messed up, and I volunteered to fix it. Well, instead of fixing it, I messed the others up too. I think she cried until one of you other girls stepped in and fixed her hair. I told Brenda that I was sorry, but I really didn't mean it! Now, however, I have repented! Brenda could play "jacks" better than any of us. If those jacks split four feet apart, she could easily scoop them up in one awesome motion! I remember going to a slumber party at your house, and the boys sneaking around to get a peek at us in our PJ's! What a thrill that must have been... I probably weighed 50 pounds soaking wet!
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Post by Carol on Apr 20, 2006 11:33:27 GMT -5
Hi Guys, This is so much fun to hear these stories! Yesterday I was reading one to Owen & our little 4 yr old Granddaughter Hannah piped up & said I've played "spin the bottle" I looked at her in shock & she said the when you spin the bottle if it lands on you, you answer a question about Jesus!! I like that version! OK now let me understand this- does this mean it's going to be a BYOB party ( for spinning of course)?
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Post by Gary Bryant on Apr 20, 2006 13:05:13 GMT -5
Hello all: Mrs. Bishop was second grade, Mrs. Johnson was 5 th grade her daughter taught 6th Mr Smith 7th Mr Redman 8th Mrs Calvert 4th Mrs Toler I think was 4th
On the play ground we use to jump from one set of hand rails to the other over the stair way to the basement.
Remember Darlene Allen losing it when Mr Smith passed out a spelling test and you where to find misspelled words and the one she found was SEX and started laughing and could not stop or tell Mr. Smith why she was laughing.
And yes remember the 5 cent suckers, I was always checking as everyone was to see if the red cherry sucker was up next or not lol. Can't wait to see everyone.
Does anyone know are there any plans to do anything before the reunion or after like golf or picnic??
Also Chuck thanks for the spell check lol. Gary
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Post by Carol Taylor on Apr 20, 2006 13:14:29 GMT -5
HI Gary, Yes, There is definitely going to be a picnic on Sunday,possibly a Sun. am breakfast for whoever wants to make that & possibly a picnic on Sat. afternoon. I will know more after Sat.meeting.
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Darlene Center Carter
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Post by Darlene Center Carter on Apr 20, 2006 13:31:37 GMT -5
If I brought a bottle full of money, I might get some takers!
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Post by bonnieabner on Apr 20, 2006 19:06:55 GMT -5
:-*Oh Darlene, I forgot to comment on the Indian game and sticks; (my system is down and my youngest daughter pulled this site up for me last night and read all your notes to me, long distance none-the-less, and then recorded my long involved memory. She's really getting into our little S.L. Group; she wants to come to the reunion...HA!) Anyway, as she read the words to the Indian song, I sang them to her. I loved Mrs. Gilbert's music games. Do you remember playing her version of "Name that Tune? What about the drum and maracas game where we were divided into groups and given rhythm chants..."virgin island, virgin island, montego bay hey! montego bay hey! Trinidad, Trinidad and what was the last one?... The deal about passing the furnace room was our little imaginations, the whole face and lighting of the building changed, and just when you thought you were out of danger; you had to make a right turn down the long, dark basement hallway. I tell you it was enough to make a 5 year old have a coronary! Yes, Chuck, I guess I was a pretty goofy little kid, and you'll be pleased to know that I haven't changed a bit! HA! Of course this means that you and I are going to get along famously at the reunion...birds of a feather you know....Oh don't even get me started on you Mister; I've got plenty of dirt on you! Who wants to tell Chuck Peter Stories? Okay, I'll start. I remember one hot afternoon the class was being tested on word-syllables; Mr Ledford would give us a word which we were to spell on paper and then write the number of syllables that were in the word. As we got further into the test, we noticed that we kept hearing this series of tapping noises, nobody seemed to be able to identify the noises or where they were coming from. Chuck later confided to me and Brenda Hodge that he and Denny Money had come up with a way to cheat on the syllable portion of the test. Apparently, Chuck had not yet mastered the art of counting syllables, so Denny would tap them out with his pencil on the bottom of his desk. Do you remember that? We could always count on you for our classroom entertainment...It was great! Love, Bonnie
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Post by Carol Taylor on Apr 20, 2006 20:02:32 GMT -5
Bonnie, Is there any way your daughter could come with you to the reunion. That would be so much fun if some of our children would come,especially since they're all grown up. Your memory is amazing. I think you should write childrens books too!! You always had the greatest sense of humor & I'm so glad you never lost it. I am so hooked on this site,I think I might be driving Owen crazy! He things I'm hard at work on the computer & I'm in here reading stories & laughing while our business goes down the tubes!!OH well, I'd rather live in the past than deal with clients!! Keep 'em coming!!
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Post by bonnieabner on Apr 24, 2006 1:00:56 GMT -5
Carol,
I think it would be great if our kids wanna come. I have let them know they are welcome. My daughter that is helping me just moved to Florida with her husband and it might be hard for he to get there, but she says she'll try, she would love to meet you all.
Love, Bonnie
PS Don't worry if your and Owen's business goes under you can always move in with me and Gil. HA HA HA!!!
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Post by caroltaylor on Apr 24, 2006 7:07:48 GMT -5
Bonnie, You are such a Hoot! I have laughed all morning & I'm suppose to be working. You sound just as wonderful & loving as I remember!! Thanks for the offer to move in,I may take you up on it!! We wouldn't get a thing done but laugh. Yes, I agree we need to have some yearly!! Let's plan it at the picnic on that Sunday. I volunteer to help. And,you are offically on the committe for that!! ANyone that wants to come can still come,.I am going to do another mailing this week for one last roundup. Does anyone know how to contact Diane Hailey??
If anyone would like my personal info : Carol (Hammock) Taylor ph. 513-683-6603 hm. 513-378-4842 cell email: Carol.Taylor@cbws.com
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Post by Sheila (Taylor) Tolson on Apr 25, 2006 13:32:26 GMT -5
let me give this a try!...... 1st, Miss Little, then she got married and became Mrs. Hubbs, then she quit and went back to Kentucky. So Mrs. Charity Bishop took over(she is the wife of O.T.. Bishop Oil Co. ) 2nd was Mrs. Parks, 3rd was Mrs. Bishop again (she moved up and things didn't go so well for me, she called my mom every day to complain about my ). 4th was Mrs. Calvert, I liked her! 5th was Mrs. Johnson, her husband was the principal ( I was in her class when President Kennedy was shot, I'll never forget that day! ) then I had hre daughter, Mrs. Wilson to start out with in 6th, then transfered to Mr. Ralph Lyons (I liked him), 7th was Mr. James, and 8th was my very favorite, Mr. Moore (I remember reading the Bible in his class every morning). We had different teachers that year ( the teachers changed rooms) Moore taught science, Mr. Gay taught English, and I think Mr. Smith was the one that taught social studies. There, I did it! I can remember things from back then, but don't ask me about yesterday! lol can anyone relate?
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