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Pastimes : Where the GIT's are going -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: ManyMoose who wrote (181402)	7/23/2009 12:35:25 AM
From: KLP	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 225578

Isn't it a funny thing...we can remember the names of the teachers we really liked, and those we were scared of....Mrs. Lutz in second grade for me was a she-devil...STURDY build, very proper, glasses, bun on head, ruler in hand....she made the whole class stay after school and write "I will not talk again while the teacher is out of the room" on our yellow lined tablets....we had to do it 100 times, and as you know, 2nd graders as a rule don't write too fast. My Mom was really upset with ME when I got home...and I only talked about 5 words before she was back in the room...some of the roudy boys were throwing erasers, and talking as well.... Now my 4th grade teacher was a lovely lady. Shoulder length grey hair, usually wore a skirt and blouse, with pearls and usually a sweater, plus shoes with about a 2" heel...We spent a whole semester on Longfellows "Evangeline".... Evangeline Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth Introductory THIS is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms. Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neighboring ocean Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest. This is the forest primeval; but where are the hearts that beneath it Leaped like the roe, when he hears in the woodland the voice of the huntsman? Where is the thatch-roofed village, the home of Acadian farmers -- More of course, here: louisianacajun.com And wiki says this about that… en.wikipedia.org Maybe Mrs. Nunally was from Acadia…