Day 5 to write my life

There were so many little things that made life a rainbow in my childhood. When I received my first bicycle. Going to our grandfather Wilsdon's in the summer during the county fair time or meeting our grandfather Koepp on the street in town and he would dig down in his pocket and magic, he had a nichol in his huge hands. That nichol could hardly be seen because he pinched it between his thumb and first finger. He would gently hand the coin to you and say"go get an ice cream cone". Playing kick the can in the summer and ice skating in the winter.

By the time I reached the age of 13 I felt pretty grown up. All the girls wore their hair long. It was WW 2 time and lots of us copied the hair styles of our Hollywood idols. Mine was Rita Hayworth. She had the most beautiful hair. We were grownup, in Jr. High School. Changing classes when the bell rang. I loved Hom Ec. Sewing and Cooking, History was another favorite English had to be endured and Math was such a pain for me. Again my brother Bill was so good in that subject. He was taking trumpet lessons and doing so well. A wonderful couple helped organize a club for we teens."The Rec" We could go and dance to the latest tunes on the Jukebox, play games and just "hang out. About 85% of us could walk to town from our homes so we had a place to go and get off the street. Only a few of the older boys had cars or the use of their family car. It was war time and gas was rationed. There was a group of Boys who formed a dance band. They were darn good and they played on Saturday nights. I loved to Polka. A boy that I went to school with, Bill Wilhelm was my partner. He was the one I planted the kiss on in 1st grade. He had a regular girlfriend Louise but she did not like to dance the solvoc dances so she let me borrow him. They are still together today. My Brother Bill was a member of that dance band. He played a mean trumpet.

A young man named Phil Lodge who was a senior ask me to go to a basketball game with him and some the other students of his class. I had never had a real DATE and to be asked by a senior Wellllllllllllll. I was just finishing 8th grade. I told him I would have to ask my mother, which I did. She said," well if he will come and ask me I will let you go." so back to school the next day I went. Found Phil and told him what my mother had said. Now you know that my mother thought he would never come and ask permission to take me out. He did. She was stuck but she gave me permission. Before she did however she had to tell him that I was still a little girl and he had better take good care of me. He did and all that summer he took me to movies, dances, picnics and just came and sat on our front porch and talked. He was such a nice boy and a perfect gentleman. My first real boyfriend.