Middle Aged Memories
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And dress codes
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There are high schools in our area that allow girls to wear spiked heels, spaghetti strapped tops, pajama bottoms and house slippers. Probably all at once if they could. They say it is just to hard and involved to enforce a strict dress code.
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It must be very hard to enforce any kind of dress code in a school with so many parents just looking for an excuse to file a suit that the school is violating freedom of speech or expression or something.
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I would have been happy for my kids to wear uniforms. Then we wouldn't need to worry about that.
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I loved wearing a uniform, it was a great equalizer, but it didn't allow me to develop any kind of personal fashion sense. I still like the look of a blue kilt and white blouse, with blue knee socks and black shoes.
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I still remember my school uniform that green frock and white shirt and black shoe with white socks. For 8 yrs I was with the school uniform, I never thought of any other but when I join college, you know, I just wanted to wear different types of clothes but my parents did not allow me to wear other dresses accept the traditional one called" Phanek". That was very painful as I had to obey my parents wishes. But after I join my services being mother of 4 ,my husband has given me liberty to wear whatever I want.I feel good !
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Wow, rajkumari. that must have been something. Were there a lot of women wearing Phanek in college?
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Yeah Meece, sound a big wonder- Phanek actually is a wrapper around the waist and it falls till ankle alongwith that anyone can put top /shirt of any kind. If you come over to India you will come to see the mosaic culture and tradition. My place is very small one of state of India situated in the North Eastern part of India bordering Mynmar (Burma). It is only 100 km to enter the Mynmar from the state Capital Imphal. Get well soon and try to visit you will feel good.
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I was thinking last night about the little jingles we did to see who would be "it" in the neighborhood game of tag, Mother-May-I or Red Light/Green Light.
Engine, Engine Number 9
My Mother and your Mother Wash Clothes
Pink, Pink Bottle of Ink
Red, Red Wet the Bed
Remember them, when everyone playiong put their hands or feet in a circle and the decision was made?
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Eeny, meeny, miney, moe, catch a tiger by the toe
Mathew, Mark Luke and John, bless the bed that I lay on
Never heard the My mother, Pink Pink or Red Red ones, I wonder if they are more common to the west coast.
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Wow I've struck gold on my first day on this site. I've already found several topics of interest. Thanks for the memories ladies!
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Yep, we played hide'n'seek at dusk and put our feet in to see who was "it."
I know we mentioned TV Tag before. We also had another TV game: One person would write the initials of a TV show in the gravel/dirt on the playground. The other kids were behind a line, but the first one to name the show had to take off after the writer and tag them before they reached the fence. Did anyone else play this? For all I know, my friends could have made it up.
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That one doesn't ring a bell.
Hi Smiling Spirit!
Sometimes these light threads help take your mind off the rough stuff.
How about playing on "the bars" until your got water blisters on your hands.
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I got such bad blisters doing that overhead ladder thing, that I ruined one whole day of a vacation that I was on with my mom. I had to stay in the hotel with ice bags on both hands.
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I had my share of blisters.
How about the black mats that were under the playgound equipment. Remember how they smelled like old tires, and that if you had fallen on them during recess your hands smelled that way?
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I've been remembering two different things...
We never had any, but remember when WAX (or plastic) fruit in a bowl was a decorating craze?
I did have this one: Glitter Paint. It wasn't exactly paint by number, but it was painting on a pre-printed picture with glitter paint of all colors. So groovy! I also had the mosaic you made with little stones of all colors. I tried sand art once too. (My mom did like to go to the hobby shop when it came time to get me a gift!)
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How about painting a piece of paper with all sorts of colors of paint, then when it dried covering that with black crayon and then scratching a new drawing into the crayon so that the color showed thru ? Dobt have a clue what the technique was called but it sure was cool ? Or papermaching a ballon with dipped string and then popping it later to make decorative orbs ?
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My mother had a cheapy brass colored bowl that had no flat bottom so it rocked, and she had some plastic fruit in it. I remember how cheesy I thought it was, even when I was very young.
I didn't have the glitter paint kits, but when you mentioned that your mother bought you hobby stuff I am going to mention a couple of things;
Fun Flowers...the "Girls" answer to Creepy Crawlers. The little hot metal pan that you set the metal tray on, then pick it up and set it in a tray of water to cool. So dangerous, so fun!
There was Dippity-Flowers (Fantasy Film), where you bent wire into hoops to form petals or butterfly wings, and dipped it into a liquid which dried into a celephane type film. Then you formed flowers with the petals.
Sand art, I remember, where you painted glue on a paint by number and poured the colored sand on it.
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I remember the crayon scratch art. I remember doing that in first grade. How about "Wash paintings" especially used near halloween. You drew your picture with color crayons, then you took watered down black paint and made it look scary.
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I don't know how many second degree burns I got while making those "Fun" Flowers. Ouch!
Yes, had the Fantasy Film too...and it smelled very plastic-y before it dried, remember?
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Speaking of plastic-y smell...let's not forget Super Elastic Bubble Plastic homemade balloons!
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I remember the fantasy film--seems a can got spilled and mom had a fit, maybe it stuck all over everything? Not really sure I remember the exact circumstances. . .
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I loved Super-Elastic Bubble Pastic. I wonder if kids got high from the fumes though. You had to have them pretty near your nose.
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I haven't been on a city bus for probably 30 years. I do have fond memories since my mom did not drive and we would often go shopping downtown on a bus. I remember those older ones. I'm pretty sure inhaling those diesel fumes has something to do with getting cancer. Those fumes were so chokingly nasty! Looked something like this:
I had to ride a city bus to high school also. Unless I hitchhiked. Anybody remember doing THAT? Those were different times.
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Our town was so small there were no buses. In fact, only one taxi that took little old ladies to and from the grocery store.
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Our town was small too (still is). We just had the school bus or "Yellow Limo" as my DH calls it. We didn't even have a taxi in those days. We were way out in the boonies.
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We had two school buses, One that brought the kids from acrossed the highway, one that brought the ones for accrossed the drainage "ditch" fondly referred to as "Sandy Creek".
We had several elementary schools serving grades K-4. In later grades, we had more busses because all children came to the same schools for 5-6 and 7-8 then 9-12.
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We left our doors unlocked all day until Dad was ready to go to bed. We played in the neighborhood until well lafter the sun went down. We walked to the store for penny candy, and played out in "the fields" (Oilfields that is) without ever being fearful of people. The whole town knew who's kids belonged to who, and you weren't going to get away with something because your parents would hear about it.0
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My parents were at work, so my house was locked up when I came home from school. In third grade, I got my own key to let myself in after school. I felt pretty grown up when I got that key, and was on my own for about two hours til they came home. Back then it wasn't an issue for CPS for an eight year old to be home alone, it was called giving your child responsibility. Like I said, those were different times.
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When I was growing up the routine was to lock the front door when the house was empty so people would know we weren't home, and to make sure the back door was unlocked in case they needed to get in. Both doors locked only when we went on vacation. Very different times, indeed.
As a kid I was often sent "down to the shore" or "out to the back field" to play. The "shore" was the little cove across the way from the house, on neightbor's land, and the back field was a big former hay field no longer in use, also neighbor's land. Both were out of sight of the house. All the neighborhood kids usually got sent to one of these places, It would have been so easy to kidnap any of us, but that was almost unheard of back then.
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