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Shakesthecoffecan:
When I began the second grade in the fall of 1970 my parents were upset because I was going to have an African American teacher. I do not remember them having any qualms about me attending an intergrated school, as my sisters had attended segregated schools, but this was going to be a person of a different race teaching me.
That is not the best intro I could have put on this story. But I swear it is true, and has nothing to do with Mrs. Cooke's race. She was a good person, underpaid and having to put up with a lot of crap from us kids. She brought a bell with her to class to ring when we got out of hand. It was ceramic, and a memento of she and her husbands 25th wedding anniversary. The clapper fell out of it the first week as it was not really designed to be functional.
Mrs. Cooke taught us to write cursive. She wrote out each of our names in cursive on a sheet of construction paper and taped it to our desk tops. We practiced many hours our names. We were not allowed to print past a certain point, even if that was what we felt called to do.
She also taught us history. Particularly about Abraham Lincoln and George Washington. Not only did these two presidents live at the same time in her world, but they were neighbors and good friends. Once, she told us, Abe borrowed George's Bible to read and you know what happened. Abe was poor and lived in a cabin with a shingle roof and it rained and got the Bible wet and ruined it and he had to work for a year to earn enough money to buy George another one. I can see her now, the school supply store sillouittes of the two on the bulletin board, she motioning with her hands as she described the love and devotion one man felt for another. :D Yeah.
Perhaps it was a parable she was assigning recognizable names too. Names like tuberculosis. We could get that by chewing up note book paper to make spit balls. Notebook paper she said contained "two germs" that caused TB and if we chewed notebook paper we would get TB.
My parents found other things to occupy their imaginations in time.
I smile now when I think of her. ;)
injest:
Truman, you remember that thread I had a while back? "Twisted" lyrics?
found this one today....who me? Snooping? no way!!
My Lil Darlin is a Firecracker
When I look in his eyes
It aint no surprise
Sparks start a flyin like the 4th of July
He gets me so hot, my heart starts a pumpin
When we get to kissin, there aint no stoppin'
When it comes to love
he aint no slacker
My little darlin is a firecracker
When I light the fuse
I gotta get back quick
You gotta be careful with a dynamite stick
Son of a gun he's fun to handle
And he packs a punch like a roman candle
he's a pack of black cats in a red paper wrapper
My little darlin is a firecracker
Chorus:
We might not ought to take a roll in the hay
Cause we'll burn the barn down one of these days
We're a match made in heaven
And it aint no joke.
But Id sure I hate to see it go up in smoke
We got a good thing going
And it feels so right
hes a firecracker
hes the light of my life.
he goes off with a great big BANG
Boys I tell ya its a beautiful thing
he takes off you better hang on tight
hes a blonde bottle rocket
In the middle of the night
When he makes love hes a Heart attacker
My little darlin is a Firecracker
Chrous:
We might not ought to take a roll in the hay
Cause we'd burn the barn down one of these days
Were a match made in heaven
And it aint no joke.
But Id sure I hate to see it go up in smoke
loneleeb3:
I love that Song! And Josh Turner... WOW WEEEEEEEE!
He's hotter N a whore house on dollar day!!
--- Quote from: injest on March 07, 2008, 10:03:50 pm ---Truman, you remember that thread I had a while back? "Twisted" lyrics?
found this one today....who me? Snooping? no way!!
My Lil Darlin is a Firecracker
When I look in his eyes
It aint no surprise
Sparks start a flyin like the 4th of July
He gets me so hot, my heart starts a pumpin
When we get to kissin, there aint no stoppin'
When it comes to love
he aint no slacker
My little darlin is a firecracker
When I light the fuse
I gotta get back quick
You gotta be careful with a dynamite stick
Son of a gun he's fun to handle
And he packs a punch like a roman candle
he's a pack of black cats in a red paper wrapper
My little darlin is a firecracker
Chorus:
We might not ought to take a roll in the hay
Cause we'll burn the barn down one of these days
We're a match made in heaven
And it aint no joke.
But Id sure I hate to see it go up in smoke
We got a good thing going
And it feels so right
hes a firecracker
hes the light of my life.
he goes off with a great big BANG
Boys I tell ya its a beautiful thing
he takes off you better hang on tight
hes a blonde bottle rocket
In the middle of the night
When he makes love hes a Heart attacker
My little darlin is a Firecracker
Chrous:
We might not ought to take a roll in the hay
Cause we'd burn the barn down one of these days
Were a match made in heaven
And it aint no joke.
But Id sure I hate to see it go up in smoke
--- End quote ---
jstephens9:
Josh Turner is GREAT!!! He sure can make his voice deep too. Have you heard that song "Long Black Train?"
loneleeb3:
--- Quote from: jstephens9 on March 08, 2008, 12:38:42 pm ---Josh Turner is GREAT!!! He sure can make his voice deep too. Have you heard that song "Long Black Train?"
--- End quote ---
Yeah, that was the first song of his I ever heard!
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