Tattered Past

Tattered Past: My ongoing journey through genealogy, history, writing, self-exploration and art. ~~~ Rita Ackerman

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Remember When: Second Grade

A couple of weeks ago I commented on one grandson entering Kindergarten next year. The other one is going in to Second Grade. My Second Grade was spent with my grandparents in another town. I spent a lot of time there so it wasn't totally foreign.

The summer after First Grade I stayed with my grandparents and then it was decided I would stay through the school year. I don't remember much of what was going on but my sister was a senior in high school and working and mom was holding one or two jobs.

Grandad was a barber and his shop was on the Main Street which was only about two blocks long. The school was a few blocks away with their house near it. My world was a triangle.

My best friend lived in the triangle as did most of the other kids I made friends with. Some lived on nearby farms and took the bus. My teacher lived on a ranch. Mrs. Bentley was a grandmotherly type and very kind. She'd known my grandparents forever.

One day, Jon, my best friend and I decided to swear our love. We went in during recess and he gave me a ring all official like in front of Mrs. Bentley. Appaently she later called my grandma and they had a good laugh because when I was born we lived in that same town and Jon's mother worked for my mother so often we shared a playpen or crib.

At the end of the school year a little going away party was thrown for me. This was a really big deal for me because I was always so shy and quiet I was never even invited to parties in my own town. I still have two of the little gifts I received at that party. A plastic clamshell box that had bathcubes in it and a What's It?

From the back it looks like a penguin, there's a lions mane, raccoon eyes, rabbit fur and various other critters.

 I'm not sure if this is my Second Grade picture. I need to get them all together and decide on the order or hope there's one somewhere that has the dates. For now, it's close enough.

Second Grade was a special time. I have so many memories but I think maybe because I was in a different place they stand out more. I learned the song, "Mother" and was in a Christmas play, but most off all I had a best friend named Jon.


  1. Reading your story made me think of my own childhood days, of second grade, of the things that happened. Great you have kept momentos and photos from your past. Whatever happened to Jon?

    1. Jon and I were in touch off and on through the years. His family moved from Kansas to Tucson and we met again in college. He married and had a little girl and died young.

  2. Great story Rita. I was able to comment as you can see. I guess all is fixed. Karen

    1. Thanks Karen. I wish I could figure out why people can't comment half the time and can at other times.
      Sometimes I hate computers.

  3. I was able to reply now Rita.

  4. Often What's Its can be some of the most fascinating things.

    In my first and second grade my classmate was Murial, just the two of us. By fourth grade we had a class of four, but I remember only Celia, the beauty with the long black hair, my first girlfriend. Funny how that works.


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