tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442063056672240555.post3129108141143864244..comments2024-02-04T04:40:23.122-08:00Comments on Harlequin Heartwarming: It Can’t Be That Time Already, Can It? by Carol Ross and Amy VastinePamela Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05834270662017246137noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442063056672240555.post-19384078659497719912016-08-13T08:18:38.324-07:002016-08-13T08:18:38.324-07:00Love this post, Amy and Carol (as always ;)). This...Love this post, Amy and Carol (as always ;)). This month, we're facing our eldest's first day of college. I'm working on keeping everyone's nerves cool lol ;).Rula Sinarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01703015110251843280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442063056672240555.post-3766571000997597592016-08-10T22:30:25.658-07:002016-08-10T22:30:25.658-07:00I was in college when George H.W. ran for presiden...I was in college when George H.W. ran for president, journalism major. I remember that Chuck Conners came to campus and spoke in Bush's favor. I covered the talk. Course, you're too young to remember the Rifleman. heheheh<br />Pamela Tracyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05834270662017246137noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442063056672240555.post-32241917844882796862016-08-10T17:33:48.644-07:002016-08-10T17:33:48.644-07:00LOL - playing school is sometimes all a mom can do...LOL - playing school is sometimes all a mom can do! I remember when my youngest was the only one not in school and on the first day of school, my husband kept promising he was going to take Ryan on the "daddy bus" to daycare. Ryan was very excited until he found out that the daddy bus was daddy's car. He was not pleased. It was not big and it was not yellow. Amy Vastinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10370234907973582544noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442063056672240555.post-14698395867920613492016-08-10T17:32:01.782-07:002016-08-10T17:32:01.782-07:00I love school supply shopping too. I like buying c...I love school supply shopping too. I like buying cute stuff for myself! And I totally can relate to wanting to read but wanting to read what I wanted to read not what school made me read :)Amy Vastinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10370234907973582544noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442063056672240555.post-65138831878060748472016-08-10T17:30:41.472-07:002016-08-10T17:30:41.472-07:00I loved Days of our Lives!! The best part of off c...I loved Days of our Lives!! The best part of off campus lunch in high school was stopping at home to watch a little bit!!Amy Vastinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10370234907973582544noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442063056672240555.post-35362422887001602092016-08-10T17:29:53.949-07:002016-08-10T17:29:53.949-07:00OMG Leigh, that is the cutest story ever! But I wo...OMG Leigh, that is the cutest story ever! But I would have freaked out if my little girl didn't come home!!Amy Vastinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10370234907973582544noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442063056672240555.post-39693698077418417132016-08-10T17:28:37.038-07:002016-08-10T17:28:37.038-07:00I got to meet George H. W. Bush - it was very exci...I got to meet George H. W. Bush - it was very exciting. We were in the Rose Garden and he came out and shook a few of our hands before he gave us his speech. As soon as he shook mine, I turned around and my principal and guidance counselor (who came as my chaperones) were freaking out! They were definitely living vicariously through me! LOLAmy Vastinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10370234907973582544noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442063056672240555.post-11573114540002819122016-08-10T17:27:28.717-07:002016-08-10T17:27:28.717-07:00I desperately wanted to go to school like my big b...I desperately wanted to go to school like my big brothers. My mother decided to try and get me in a year early (I had a fall birthday). I ran around the house getting all my supplies together, but they wouldn't let me in. Instead, my mother bought some workbooks and I'd sit at my little table and play "school." When I finally made it to real school, I loved it.Beth Carpenterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02447148196867821907noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442063056672240555.post-39825101179022688692016-08-10T16:39:52.629-07:002016-08-10T16:39:52.629-07:00This is a great time of year for all of us who lov...This is a great time of year for all of us who love stationery stuff! I was also a kindergarten crier for the first day, then really got into having friends. I was in parochial school also in the Stone Age when we had no playground equipment, but played jump-rope, hopscotch, or just ran around like crazies. Carried a brown-bag lunch, and when my mom gave me a Portuguese sausage sandwich, she Muriel Jhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12065629068634892645noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442063056672240555.post-81246239932242209382016-08-10T14:55:13.622-07:002016-08-10T14:55:13.622-07:00Great post! I wish I'd had a chance to visit e...Great post! I wish I'd had a chance to visit earlier today! I loved school. But with only 13 people in my class, it was easy to fit in. I roamed the halls with high schoolers, sharing the same teachers, lockers, gym and lunch room since 7th grade, so I didn't have any of the anxiety about high school some kids have. <br /><br />I did love lunch. My grandmother lived a block from the LeAnne Bristowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00501073617194057481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442063056672240555.post-74491905819177592902016-08-10T12:23:15.251-07:002016-08-10T12:23:15.251-07:00Leigh! This is THE cutest, funniest story!! (Aside...Leigh! This is THE cutest, funniest story!! (Aside from your poor mom.) You were already a romantic at six years of age. Carol Rosshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02360417299528882416noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442063056672240555.post-55121276406914188592016-08-10T11:52:15.871-07:002016-08-10T11:52:15.871-07:00Glad you've recovered from your trauma, Carol....Glad you've recovered from your trauma, Carol. Great post, you guys. No kindergarten in my school either so my first day was in first grade. I must have thought all those new kids were terrific because I failed to go home that afternoon. Instead, I tagged along with this cute blond, blue-eyed boy who had befriended me. My mom must have been frantic until his mother phoned mine to tell her Leigh Rikerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09614965296068207696noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442063056672240555.post-55798466456835163422016-08-10T09:30:19.681-07:002016-08-10T09:30:19.681-07:00Thanks, Anna! I had a feeling you'd appreciate...Thanks, Anna! I had a feeling you'd appreciate my lunchbox(: I always thought it would be kind of cool to wear a uniform because then I'd never have to agonize about what I was going to wear. But I see your point about the plaid and that's hilarious.Carol Rosshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02360417299528882416noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442063056672240555.post-49561512792853576252016-08-10T09:27:55.785-07:002016-08-10T09:27:55.785-07:00Thank you, Patricia. I can only imagine how great ...Thank you, Patricia. I can only imagine how great retirement would be after spending that much time at school.Carol Rosshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02360417299528882416noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442063056672240555.post-611738959991941752016-08-10T09:24:57.067-07:002016-08-10T09:24:57.067-07:00I have to agree on that lunchbox, Carol. Way cool!...I have to agree on that lunchbox, Carol. Way cool! I wore a uniform from Kindergarten through Sr. year of high school (to this day I can't wear plaid), so wardrobe choices were nil . But the lunchbox and backpack? Those were fun to choose! And the school supplies . Thanks for a great post!Anna J Stewarthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17147693615384740106noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442063056672240555.post-16880034656534714652016-08-10T08:47:38.590-07:002016-08-10T08:47:38.590-07:00Those are lovely memories from both of you. I lov...Those are lovely memories from both of you. I loved both attending school and teaching school, but I love retirement even more.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442063056672240555.post-81773926739880433012016-08-10T08:42:10.915-07:002016-08-10T08:42:10.915-07:00Oh, Pamela, I bet that mini skirt and fringed vest...Oh, Pamela, I bet that mini skirt and fringed vest was adorable! You'd think coming from a big family (tons of cousins as well as siblings) I would have been better prepared for kindergarten. Junior high is just terrible in general, right? I'd like to know more about Amy's presidential visit, too! I think it might be a source for its own blog post.Carol Rosshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02360417299528882416noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442063056672240555.post-67770322113453930632016-08-10T08:23:31.946-07:002016-08-10T08:23:31.946-07:00Thank you, Catherine! We were hoping we'd dred...Thank you, Catherine! We were hoping we'd dredge up some good memories as well as those awkward ones. I think laughing about the bad stuff helps to take its power away. Those locker combinations got to me, too. Half the time I would confuse the combination with my regular locker with my gym locker, or mix up the numbers and get flustered. Thankfully, my locker partner was one of my best Carol Rosshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02360417299528882416noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442063056672240555.post-72589522177041489822016-08-10T08:20:44.227-07:002016-08-10T08:20:44.227-07:00Oh, Marion, that is awful! I'm so sorry. Your ...Oh, Marion, that is awful! I'm so sorry. Your doctor sounds like a moron. It makes my crying about being homesick sound a little silly. Imagine if I'd really had something to cry about?! Those small pox vaccinations were terrible for scarring.Carol Rosshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02360417299528882416noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442063056672240555.post-15437390865933625092016-08-10T08:17:40.958-07:002016-08-10T08:17:40.958-07:00Roz, totally agree about the small schools! My sch...Roz, totally agree about the small schools! My school was small and most of us were together through all 12 years. I still have such an affinity for most of these people and several members of my class are still among my very best friends. I also liked school. My post-kindergarten trauma faded in first grade.Carol Rosshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02360417299528882416noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442063056672240555.post-22451840570944302412016-08-10T08:13:47.483-07:002016-08-10T08:13:47.483-07:00Laurie, I'm so glad to hear there's anothe...Laurie, I'm so glad to hear there's another "kindergarten crier" out there. The year I started school was the first year they had all-day class for kindergarten. I didn't go to pre-school and rarely ever even had a babysitter (who wasn't my big sister.) It was a rough transition.<br />I'm so sorry about your junior high experience. It's tough enough at that age Carol Rosshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02360417299528882416noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442063056672240555.post-50326392239045310202016-08-10T08:07:21.607-07:002016-08-10T08:07:21.607-07:00Jill, hilarious! HR Puff-n-Stuff is pretty cool be...Jill, hilarious! HR Puff-n-Stuff is pretty cool beans, too. Was there anything worse than Mom stuffing you into an outfit that you hated? I was always baffled by her taste in clothing. Of course, now that I'm older I get it (as I shake my head at what these young kids think is fashionable, lol).Carol Rosshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02360417299528882416noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442063056672240555.post-82743231803349805922016-08-10T08:04:59.647-07:002016-08-10T08:04:59.647-07:00Oh, Kate, that is so sweet! Thank you. But, honest...Oh, Kate, that is so sweet! Thank you. But, honestly, there was no happy ending until I started first grade Lol.Carol Rosshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02360417299528882416noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442063056672240555.post-70463249249485331252016-08-10T07:34:14.374-07:002016-08-10T07:34:14.374-07:00I remember wearing a little black leather mini ski...I remember wearing a little black leather mini skirt and black leather fringed vest to kindergarten <br />I loved elementary school, those first few years. As an only child who was born with a giant social gene, being around lots of other kids worked for me.<br />We moved in 4th grade. Not so good.<br />Junior high scarred me for LIFE.<br />I came out of it at 16 and did okay.<br />Great Pamela Tracyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05834270662017246137noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2442063056672240555.post-9552566072561631432016-08-10T07:15:34.950-07:002016-08-10T07:15:34.950-07:00This is a great post, ladies and obviously brings ...This is a great post, ladies and obviously brings back lots of memories for all of us. We didn't have a bus to our school since I was in Parochial school. We walked or rode bikes, once we earned enough money to pay half the cost of the used bike and in the winter, there were early "car pool" efforts by the neighbors. I loved grade school but was so intimidated by high school, Catherine Laniganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09457540593573242387noreply@blogger.com