Mixsonian Waive

Waive Junior Remembering

            During the spring months, we would pick lilacs, lily of the valley, and violets by the bushel. Also, red winter green berries.  We never could go swimming much as Dad was afraid we’d drown. I never liked boys too much but one I remember that I liked only because he had a pony.
            At school I was smaller than anyone else in my class so every-one made me feel like a baby. Charlie Miller, one of my teachers at Picklestreet School, always liked me.  He would hold me up and let me ring the bell -- I liked that. I always hated my birthday to come (September 8) because school started about that time.