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remembering place – Grade Four, part one

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School-wise, Grade 4 was a fragmented year.  I began the year in Medicine Hat at Webster Niblock Elementary.  And then my family moved to a new community forty miles away, and I completed Grade 4 in the school there.

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Webster Niblock Elementary School front yard

Webster Niblock Elementary School front yard

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I have lots of memories of Webster Niblock.  First, there was the walk to school (red path in the aerial photo below).  On one side of the road were houses, but on the other side of the road was prairie.  Today there is a row of houses on that side of the street, but in 1963 the prairie was undeveloped and raw to its very edge.  I was not allowed to wander on the prairie by myself, or to take a shortcut to school.  Later my Dad told me he was always afraid of rattle snakes when we lived in the west.  But I could see the plants that grew at the roadside.

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my route from home to school

my route from home to school

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I still remember the orange-red Prairie Mallow, also known as Scarlett Globemallow (Sphaeralcia coccinea), and the Prickly-pear cactus (Opuntia) with its grape-like berries.  At the corner where I turned from Second Avenue to 11th Street (blue star) was an expanse of pineapple weed (Matricaria Discoidea) – I don’t remember picking or smelling them … to me, they looked like a miniature forest of pine where tiny people could walk.  I think my interest in plants must have begun during those years, encouraged by my Mom who knew the names of all the flowers.

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'Pineapple Weed'

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I also remember specific conversations with my best friend Laureen as we walked to school, including the disagreements we had.  I remember that we talked about my moving away.  We decided we would write letters to one another and we laughed that we would probably carry on our childish fights in those letters.

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Another place I remember well is the ‘courtyard’ where we played at morning and afternoon recess (yellow star).  Spinning tops were all the rage and my Dad made me a wooden top from an empty spool of thread and a matchstick.  We also played marbles and I always lost.

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It was common practice to bring a ‘recess’, a treat to eat at the morning recess break.  My Mom usually sent a small square of fudge wrapped in wax paper or part of an apple.  When a new little girl joined our class, my Mom, who wanted me to make friends, was determined I would be nice to her.  Every day Mom sent a ‘recess’ treat for the little girl.  And every day, I would run up to her, shove the treat into her hand and run away.  I was generally shy and I don’t ever remember of saying a word to her.  I often think about her – today she is a woman of about sixty years who may, from time to time, remember a peculiar child who used to bring her a square of fudge every day and run away.

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Webster Niblock Elementary School rear yard

Webster Niblock Elementary School rear yard (we played with tops in the area by the red post at the corner of the school)

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Copyright  2014  Jane Tims

Written by jane tims

August 11, 2014 at 7:19 am

remembering place – Grade Three

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Grade Three, for me, is 52 years ago.  Therefore, I am not surprised how little I remember of that year.   I can only name two other students in the Grade Three class photo!

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I do remember my teacher, Miss Heather Johnson, a kind gentle teacher, always smiling.  I also remember her because as a high school student she was taught by my father who was also a teacher.

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Miss Johnson's Grade Three class, Crescent Heights Elementary School (I am in the back row, seventh from the left)

Miss Johnson’s Grade Three class, Crescent Heights Elementary School (I am in the back row, seventh from the left)

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My only real memory of Grade Three is of my Dad.  I remember him joking with me as he studied my Report Card.  I always had good reports, and this time I had a whole row of ‘H’s (H was the best grade possible).  I can hear him booming in his deep voice ‘I thought ‘H’ stood for Horrible!’

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Crescent Heights High School - once Crescent Heights Elementary School (the school is barely recognisable, there have been so many additions; when I went there, the school was a long low brick building)

Crescent Heights High School – once Crescent Heights Elementary School (the school is barely recognisable, there have been so many additions; when I went there, the school was a long low brick building)

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Copyright  2014  Jane Tims

Written by jane tims

August 6, 2014 at 7:35 am

remembering place – Grade Two

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After a mix-up resulted in my attendance at the wrong school in Grade One (see   https://nichepoetryandprose.wordpress.com/2014/06/27/remembering-place-grade-one/ ), I finally found the right school in Grade Two, Crescent Heights Elementary School.  This school was only two blocks from home and easy to walk to.  I also was in the same class as my best friend, Laureen.

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Crescent Heights Elementary School

Crescent Heights Elementary School (image from Street View)

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Miss McCallum was our teacher, a happy, brisk lady.  These were the days of the Baby Boomers and she had almost 40 students in her class.  I can remember only two of their names in the photo below.

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Miss McCallum's Grade Two Class, Crescent Heights Elementary School

Miss McCallum’s Grade Two Class, Crescent Heights Elementary School (I am Row 2, fifth from right)

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I have no specific memories of being in school in Grade Two.  My world consisted of my Mom and Dad, my younger brothers and sister.  Life was simple and happy, though I’m sure my parents would not have agreed.

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Copyright  2014  Jane Tims

Written by jane tims

August 4, 2014 at 7:35 am

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