School
I attended third through sixth grade in Orofino. My memories of school are limited, however. That could be related to my dislike for sitting indoors and for school in general.
One friend I made was Paul Ponozzo. I see his family name as I travel through there. He is memorable because he visited me in the hospital when I was there for a couple of weeks.
Three girls stand out: Suzanne Servatus, Diana somebody, and Ardella Pullen.
Ardella was the first LDS person I ever knew that I knew. Amazingly, the school (or at least my class) was all whispers about it. The noise was so intense that I asked my parents about "Mormons". Possibly, it was the whispering, but I payed lots of attention to what she did and she was a fine example of an LDS person.
Suzanne Servatus was the first girl that I knew actually liked me. I did not know it at the time but her father was a jeweler. Suzanne's hair was always so nice and she was a very pleasant person to talk to.
Diana was a redhead. The boys would tease her painfully and she would get very angry. Sometimes I would clumsily join in. That era was the beginning of my word play as I coined the unimpressive phrase "Diana-might-blow-us-up." You see the reference to explosives? You know, dynamite? Like I said, unimpressive.
I could not win at tether-ball and regularly contributed marbles to the other boys. Not athletic but I sure enjoyed the outdoors.
In the sixth grade we received crossing-guard assignments. I remember that it completely amazed me. I remember thinking "someone actually trusts me?" funny what a kid remembers.
I was in a play in either the fifth or sixth grade (or both). We enacted some fairy-tale. Probably in a second play, I needed to have Mom make an "Indian" costume. I remember tights and feathers. I had few lines but really loved the stage.
I was never sure why kids picked on me but one time I became afraid to stand at the school bus stop. I absolutely would not go there. Finally, Mom went with me and got whatever was going on stopped.
The above reminds me about our bus driver. His name was Percy and he was a wonderfully grandfatherly guy.
Eventually we moved from Orofino back to Kamiah for the remaining eight years of school.
One friend I made was Paul Ponozzo. I see his family name as I travel through there. He is memorable because he visited me in the hospital when I was there for a couple of weeks.
Three girls stand out: Suzanne Servatus, Diana somebody, and Ardella Pullen.
Ardella was the first LDS person I ever knew that I knew. Amazingly, the school (or at least my class) was all whispers about it. The noise was so intense that I asked my parents about "Mormons". Possibly, it was the whispering, but I payed lots of attention to what she did and she was a fine example of an LDS person.
Suzanne Servatus was the first girl that I knew actually liked me. I did not know it at the time but her father was a jeweler. Suzanne's hair was always so nice and she was a very pleasant person to talk to.
Diana was a redhead. The boys would tease her painfully and she would get very angry. Sometimes I would clumsily join in. That era was the beginning of my word play as I coined the unimpressive phrase "Diana-might-blow-us-up." You see the reference to explosives? You know, dynamite? Like I said, unimpressive.
I could not win at tether-ball and regularly contributed marbles to the other boys. Not athletic but I sure enjoyed the outdoors.
In the sixth grade we received crossing-guard assignments. I remember that it completely amazed me. I remember thinking "someone actually trusts me?" funny what a kid remembers.
I was in a play in either the fifth or sixth grade (or both). We enacted some fairy-tale. Probably in a second play, I needed to have Mom make an "Indian" costume. I remember tights and feathers. I had few lines but really loved the stage.
I was never sure why kids picked on me but one time I became afraid to stand at the school bus stop. I absolutely would not go there. Finally, Mom went with me and got whatever was going on stopped.
The above reminds me about our bus driver. His name was Percy and he was a wonderfully grandfatherly guy.
Eventually we moved from Orofino back to Kamiah for the remaining eight years of school.
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