tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152193618785368659.post8088140976512840740..comments2024-03-22T18:15:57.909-04:00Comments on A Haven for Vee: The Gold TackVeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00618654361869856894noreply@blogger.comBlogger47125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152193618785368659.post-35046388481120926772013-02-02T23:11:08.903-05:002013-02-02T23:11:08.903-05:00I loved this story, Vee! I went to a parochial sch...I loved this story, Vee! I went to a parochial school and the nuns were very strict. If you didn't know your lesson your head would be punched against the blackboard or your knuckles would get smacked with a ruler. Not many would dare to fool around with such corporal punishment. Once, when I was in third grade, I saw a mouse in the girls lavatory. When I told my classes' good sister she didn't believe me. She made me go back with her to show her where I saw it. The mouse ran out and across the floor right in front of her, almost across her shoes! Sister jumped so high that her floor length skirts wooshed up like the famous Marilyn Monroe's dress photo shoot! I had to choke down my laugh or else I knew I'd suffer the consequences. Oh....and later in the day the pricincipal called me into her office and told me I didn't see a mouse. She told me it was really a "hamster' that escaped another classroom's cage. Yeah, right! LOL!Pat @ Mille Fiori Favoritihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08922525910685129822noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152193618785368659.post-81727825315265918982013-01-30T20:29:25.430-05:002013-01-30T20:29:25.430-05:00I just laughed right out loud when I got the part ...I just laughed right out loud when I got the part about the tack glittering from the back of the skirt. I'm giggling again as I type this.<br /><br />I was such a goody two shoes in school that I never DID the daring deed. I just giggled at the daring deed. Just like I'm doing now. <br /><br />Debbiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05671482394424988047noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152193618785368659.post-7809444710538762422013-01-30T00:56:38.645-05:002013-01-30T00:56:38.645-05:00I love this story, Vee! So well told, with that tw...I love this story, Vee! So well told, with that twist of humor that makes the reading of it utterly enjoyable. I'm thinking....Lorriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03653026442945027184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152193618785368659.post-82016298981627515022013-01-30T00:27:48.004-05:002013-01-30T00:27:48.004-05:00Funny!
I think I was like you in school - a good ...Funny!<br /><br />I think I was like you in school - a good girl, wanting to please and do what was "right." So I have no exciting stories to tell....<br /><br />Tim's Mom however was like your friend Bobby and was always doing things and getting into trouble! We love her stories, but have told her maybe she shouldn't tell the kids! lol!<br /><br />Thanks for the smiles today!<br /><br />DeannaDeanna Rabe - Creekside Cottage Bloghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16133684514103206137noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152193618785368659.post-11862321246991146562013-01-29T21:45:33.663-05:002013-01-29T21:45:33.663-05:00That was a great story, school is so different now...That was a great story, school is so different now, we all have stories of pranks we got up to, some we got away with some not, I can only think of one off hand. We were in first year at high school (13 year old girls) I went to a all girls school and we had student teachers who did a month long teaching experience with us once a year., we pretended that there were mice living in the heater in our classroom, one of the girls had caught a couple of mice and let them go at a peak time when we would get the best reaction. Our student teacher was so terrified she ran out of the class and up to the headmistress's office, the headmistress told her not to be so silly and came down to our classroom and put us all on detention, the school has just been treated for any pests and mice the weekend before and she was no fool, she knew we set it up so that one backed fired on us. <br />Merle....... Merlesworldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00573975763012762631noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152193618785368659.post-67768948816721128892013-01-29T20:39:44.244-05:002013-01-29T20:39:44.244-05:00Loved your story:) There were some identical boy ...Loved your story:) There were some identical boy twins in my grade. They were always put in separate classrooms. Every year they picked a day to switch places. The kids would all know, but I'm not sure if the teachers ever figured it out.Angelahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11718137744623626322noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152193618785368659.post-79083335762307403802013-01-29T20:16:01.702-05:002013-01-29T20:16:01.702-05:00Great story, Vee! So funny! I could visualize th...Great story, Vee! So funny! I could visualize the whole thing. That must have been a very thick wool skirt. ; )<br /><br />Smiles,<br />Carol Carolhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16807721575596262434noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152193618785368659.post-66979906628119676102013-01-29T19:41:27.768-05:002013-01-29T19:41:27.768-05:00That is just the best school story. I will have t...That is just the best school story. I will have to put on my thinking cap and see what I can come up with.Lovella ♥https://www.blogger.com/profile/13870567090244361779noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152193618785368659.post-53295480805615019082013-01-29T18:36:01.999-05:002013-01-29T18:36:01.999-05:00Oh my... I will have to think back for some storie...Oh my... I will have to think back for some stories from Catholic grammar school with only nuns for teachers. I may have blocked them out!!Jeannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10136566754402476915noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152193618785368659.post-328147161054739922013-01-29T16:11:22.407-05:002013-01-29T16:11:22.407-05:00Vee, what an extremely lovely surprise to check my...Vee, what an extremely lovely surprise to check my e-mail and find your comment! I really appreciate you coming over to see how I am doing. I still intend to get back to regular blogging one of these days, but lately I have really been missing my blog friends. So, what a happy, happy surprise to hear from you! I am doing well, staying much too busy, and still trying to sort out my priority list. Two sons in college now (still living at home) and a teenage daughter not yet old enough to drive but who has somewhere to be EVERY day of the week, mostly related to her ballet and work! That along with my commissioned artwork and web design business has fairly well taken over my life. Let me assure you that I am BLESSED beyond measure. God has been so good in giving me such a precious family, and I am thankful that the boys still love being around us enough to want to stay home and attend college... lol These days it just makes economic sense for them to do that if they can. This particular week I am working on a large commissioned architectural watercolor & drawing combination and a website build for a photographer. I am yearning to get back into blogging, as well as a couple of other creative projects that have been on the back burner much too long. I will have to read up and see how things are going with you... but I am hoping/trusting that you are happy and blessed! LOVED your story of the "Gold Tack"! Thanks so much, again, for checking in on me!!<br /><br />Love,<br />ChristiCharm and Gracehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04930920593855400694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152193618785368659.post-66743719750084445322013-01-29T15:42:46.587-05:002013-01-29T15:42:46.587-05:00I love Sam's reaction to the story. Very sat...I love Sam's reaction to the story. Very satisfying, indeed!<br />My hubby was kind of the class clown in a Catholic school. He pretended to karate chop a nun's hat/head and somehow made contact with her in a karate chop fashion and got in big trouble.<br />He always got A's in things like courage, but not so much in conduct!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152193618785368659.post-72430774608803235772013-01-29T15:30:51.475-05:002013-01-29T15:30:51.475-05:00LOL! You're such a good story teller! I was qu...LOL! You're such a good story teller! I was quite enthralled and enjoyed your description of your grandson's reaction!<br /><br />Well I went to an all girl Catholic boarding school and we would never do anything even remotely like that :D<br />As a matter of fact, my French teacher was the most beautiful nun in the Convent and very sweet. Manuela@A Cultivated Nesthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08282273791971364124noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152193618785368659.post-86796629916920980932013-01-29T15:19:40.325-05:002013-01-29T15:19:40.325-05:00I loved your story...I am still chuckling!I loved your story...I am still chuckling!pamilahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01451035722254766878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152193618785368659.post-72458802506425654822013-01-29T15:15:23.114-05:002013-01-29T15:15:23.114-05:00My bestest friend in the second grade was a sweet ...My bestest friend in the second grade was a sweet little girl named Pam. I don't know if we became friends because we shared the first same name or for some other reason maybe. Who really knows when you're seven years old...right? Anywho, Pam was very mischevious and our sweet teacher Mrs. Kyle always had trouble keeping her in line. One beautiful spring day, Pam decided she didn't want to learn anything, she wanted to play outside, in the fresh spring air! She refused to stay seated in her chair...she danced about the classroom and even started skipping!!! Finally after attempts at being put out in the hallway (which only allowed her to skip up and down the vast space)-poor Mrs.Kyle, brought her back into the room and placed her desk facing all of us children and TIED her to it! I was so upset that I cried and begged for her to be set free! Sheepishly, Mrs. Kyle looked down at Pam, who at this point was crying herself, and asked her if she had learned anything? She had...she promised to be a good little girl and always obey teacher....haha,I don't recall her ever being bad after that day. (Although, her family moved to Pennsylvania that summer.pamilahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01451035722254766878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152193618785368659.post-57454056143090251872013-01-29T14:43:38.276-05:002013-01-29T14:43:38.276-05:00I loved your story and it made me smile.
I was in...I loved your story and it made me smile.<br /><br />I was in seventh grade and our General Science teacher was just someone who no one respected and I don't know why but we just did whatever we wanted in that class and just ignored the poor man. Just one of the things we did was push all the desks to the sides of the room and started playing tag in the class room. The teacher just stood there not knowing what to do.<br />Another time we all brought water pistols to class and had a water fight. He'd try to give us detention and we just didn't show up. <br />He never finished out the year - we got a new teacher and things went back to normal. <br />happyonehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14186179870233267082noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152193618785368659.post-77550831446286848902013-01-29T14:43:02.874-05:002013-01-29T14:43:02.874-05:00greetings from balmy BC. Enjoyed your story so muc...greetings from balmy BC. Enjoyed your story so much. I was reminded of April Fools in Gr. 7 I brought my father's alarm clock to school and set it to go off in the middle of class. Which it did. My teacher was not impressed and some how she know it was me. I was given a detention and the clock was taken away which didn't make my father any to happy either. BUT, the kids thought it was funny and that made it all worthwhile.irenehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12017800338985594393noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152193618785368659.post-24907726189005759022013-01-29T13:59:56.583-05:002013-01-29T13:59:56.583-05:00What a great telling of a very humorous story! I ...What a great telling of a very humorous story! I have a tell-tale face, so one look at me and any teacher could tell that something was up. I do remember my 3rd grade teacher was a German lady that spoke with a heavy accent and because she was hard to understand she got frustrated with us. She would take a ruler and walk around the class punctuating every word with a smack of her ruler. One day she went to pull her ruler out and only found 2 small pieces of it. An unnamed big brother had heard enough of the stories he decided to take action.MotherThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03166276610825725009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152193618785368659.post-15461528484894527582013-01-29T13:09:57.122-05:002013-01-29T13:09:57.122-05:00I was mesmerized, I kept expecting that you were g...I was mesmerized, I kept expecting that you were going to say that you stood up and told on Bobby! I guess that would have been social suicide or knowing that's what I would have done:-d Great story and I hope your grandson got it, XOXO Susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14263263554924074661noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152193618785368659.post-67281435838711643972013-01-29T12:07:04.312-05:002013-01-29T12:07:04.312-05:00A cute story beautifully told! I was called "...A cute story beautifully told! I was called "giggle-box" when I was a youngster and I'm quite sure I would have been laughing! <br /><br />I went to a one-room country school the first 6 grades. The desks one year had tops that were raised and books, etc. were stored in the well underneath. The teacher accidentally "broke wind" one day sitting at her desk in front of the room. In unison, all the desk tops flew up and much laughter and giggling could be heard behind those raised tops! She just kept on working and not a word was said. I suppose we all thought that having raised our desk tops and hiding behind them that she wouldn't notice we were laughing hysterically! Of course, she didn't want to draw any more attention to the "incident" and just ignored us. Eventually the laughter died down and we got to work, but not without a few giggles now and then. You can bet what the topic of conversation was at recess!Cheryl @ TFDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15947085477739983984noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152193618785368659.post-36260795520775452262013-01-29T12:06:30.829-05:002013-01-29T12:06:30.829-05:00Oh...now that brings back memories of junior high ...Oh...now that brings back memories of junior high (now called middle school over here). Every class has a Bobby or two...and identifying with your Mrs. Flaubert was easy to do as well. Good story. It brings back memories of my 8th grade typing class...where the 'emergency exit' door of the classroom was open to the great outdoors on a spring day and by the end of class, only a handful of students remained. Every time the teacher turned his back...another student slipped out the door. The teacher seemed oblivious and never said a word. There are good reasons why my typing is so pathetic! Judy https://www.blogger.com/profile/00929685771427155673noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152193618785368659.post-34475126051836027582013-01-29T12:01:53.260-05:002013-01-29T12:01:53.260-05:00Well there was this day that I was standing at the...Well there was this day that I was standing at the chalkboard beside Wendell, we were in the 4th grade. I was wearing a jumper that buttoned all the way down the front. I'm sure it was a hand me down from one of my sisters, so the buttonholes were well worn. Well you can probably imagine what happened next. Wendell said..... ah....Abigail......you have a problem. I looked down the front of my jumper and to my horror, every button had come undone. There I was exposed for the whole 4th grade class to see, me in a turtleneck and tights wearing my jumper like a long vest. Little Birdie Blessingshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14673752124765885843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152193618785368659.post-67727655218704631652013-01-29T11:46:22.350-05:002013-01-29T11:46:22.350-05:00How funny! I had long forgotten that someone did ...How funny! I had long forgotten that someone did this during grade school. I didn't know about it beforehand or else I would have tattled. My poor teacher felt it too! (A very strict nun.) Giggles abounded that morning in our classroom.Donnahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05347598432040432610noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152193618785368659.post-73593755742051441452013-01-29T11:43:13.332-05:002013-01-29T11:43:13.332-05:00Ouch! You really have a great way of telling a st...Ouch! You really have a great way of telling a story, Vee. How ironic that Bobby is a psychologist today. I would think he'd go on to the entertainment business!<br /><br />XO,<br />JaneBlondie's Journalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12988377413260331618noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152193618785368659.post-60366673359902802502013-01-29T11:31:48.448-05:002013-01-29T11:31:48.448-05:00I would have burst out laughing as soon as I saw t...I would have burst out laughing as soon as I saw the tack on her butt! Great story. And lucky for Mrs. Flaubert, I bet that wool skirt was lined! xoBarbara F.https://www.blogger.com/profile/05650730931602700042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152193618785368659.post-68619106227181608292013-01-29T11:24:18.559-05:002013-01-29T11:24:18.559-05:00Great "share" well told Vee!
Once I wa...Great "share" well told Vee! <br />Once I was looking around the Internet for various ancestor names and up popped a newspaper story. It was an interview with some old guy, written in the 1930s. He was remembering his life as a child in Ohio in the 1870 and he told about a class prank played in his log cabin one room school house as a fifth grader. <br /><br /> He mentioned by name my great great great grandmother as she was put in charge of marching the bad child around the room with his forbidden gum stuck on his nose, my multi great grandmother was leading the march shouldering a broom military fashion leading the march.<br /><br />I treasure his report of a moment in my great grandmother's life; she was a twin and all we have of her is a photograph of her as an elderly woman.Thoughts on Life and Millinery.https://www.blogger.com/profile/15826496514403918108noreply@blogger.com