WRITE A COLOR
Try this exercise yourself. Choose a period in your life. Give it a color and write about that color for 10 minutes. Anne
COLOR ME...?
A memoir by Jeanne Wilkins Wilde, author of LAVINIA
(This will be a part of her next book, TELL ME ABOUT...)
I was blue; scared, disgusted with school, lonesome.
I was seven years old, sort of new in town. We moved here when I was five, but I had come many times to visit grandparents. I was born in a small town during the depression. Before I came along, my father had to leave college to run his ailing father's store. That was hard on him, for he had a dream of being a CPA - hard to do without the prerequisite courses. However, he was determined and took all the necessary courses by correspondence.
Finally the time came when he was through with his mail-in education.; it was time to study for the big test, and we moved some two hundred miles away to the big city. We rented a house, and I went to school for the first time.
I hated kindergarten!
Miss G. wouldn't let me play in the playhouse. She said I had to string beads and gave me shoestring and a box of lots of colored wooden beads. I must say that I did a lovely job of color coordinating my beads, but at the end of the day, she untied the knot and let them fall into the box. Not a good thing!
I didn't like Mrs. D.' s first grade!
Before I came to school, I loved books, but in her class, with every new book the other kids were far better thanI. took me one "go through" then I could "read" but the
others did it right away, I moved from Group I to Group III and back again on a regular basis. I was memorizing by hearing the story and looking at the pictures. Stupid teacher! She should have picked up on that. My dad did, and he taught me to really read, all the time studying for his big test.
We moved across town that summer, and there I met Edie. What a Godsend! Her big sister gathered all the little neighborhood kids together to "teach school."
Now, 70 years later, Edie is still on of my good friends,AND my dad passed his Certified Public Accountant's exam with flying colors.
I am golden. Jeanne Wilde 2008
COLOR ME...?
A memoir by Jeanne Wilkins Wilde, author of LAVINIA
(This will be a part of her next book, TELL ME ABOUT...)
I was blue; scared, disgusted with school, lonesome.
I was seven years old, sort of new in town. We moved here when I was five, but I had come many times to visit grandparents. I was born in a small town during the depression. Before I came along, my father had to leave college to run his ailing father's store. That was hard on him, for he had a dream of being a CPA - hard to do without the prerequisite courses. However, he was determined and took all the necessary courses by correspondence.
Finally the time came when he was through with his mail-in education.; it was time to study for the big test, and we moved some two hundred miles away to the big city. We rented a house, and I went to school for the first time.
I hated kindergarten!
Miss G. wouldn't let me play in the playhouse. She said I had to string beads and gave me shoestring and a box of lots of colored wooden beads. I must say that I did a lovely job of color coordinating my beads, but at the end of the day, she untied the knot and let them fall into the box. Not a good thing!
I didn't like Mrs. D.' s first grade!
Before I came to school, I loved books, but in her class, with every new book the other kids were far better than
others did it right away, I moved from Group I to Group III and back again on a regular basis. I was memorizing by hearing the story and looking at the pictures. Stupid teacher! She should have picked up on that. My dad did, and he taught me to really read, all the time studying for his big test.
We moved across town that summer, and there I met Edie. What a Godsend! Her big sister gathered all the little neighborhood kids together to "teach school."
Now, 70 years later, Edie is still on of my good friends,
I am golden. Jeanne Wilde 2008
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