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In the first grade
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In the first grade |
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Pilgrimage Member Elite
since 2001-12-04
Posts 3945Texas, USA |
In the first grade pretty pink girls with soft yellow hair always get to be the Princess of the story, not thin brown girls who peep through tangled bangs, whose daddies smell of oil rigs, whose mommies wear blue jeans and don’t own high-heel dresses. Pretty pink girls dimple like damp sugar and take tap dance lessons while little brown girls bake mud pies and freckle in the summer sun. And now pretty pink girls grow into snowdrop ladies with blue hair and smooth cheeks and husbands retiring with 401k’s. They go on cruises and enjoy afternoon tea. I guess first grade teachers know their Princess material. Nan (Pilgrim variety) |
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Nightshade 
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
pretty pink girls grow into snowdrop ladies with blue hair and smooth cheeks and husbands retiring with 401k’s. Oh, but I beg to differ with that statement.  First grade teachers should know better than to prefer one child to another. This is a very hard time of acceptance for any child, boy or girl. You have written well of a crucial period. hugs, Chris |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Give me the freckled faced kid anytime... bluejeans and all... mudpies and snail walnuts... banged up knees and bruised shins... for even though I was blonde, heaven knows I climbed trees and hung by my legs upside down over the pond, counting pollywogs... yep... I'll still retire, but with my own retirement plan...  I like this one Nan...for all of the sides it shows! |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
I had brown eyes, lightly tanned skin, high cheek bones, freckles and blonde hair. I am the melting pot. I was timid..and scared of everyone. I was glad someone else was the princess.  loved this Nan."too bad ignorance isn't painful" |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I remember my first grade teacher well. This is not because I was Princess, but because she kept bees and bottled honey. She was really a great influence. |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
My goodness! I'm a hodge-podge of everything! A little bit of this and a little bit of that! I suppose that is why I am comfortable in my fair skin with freckles and being a tom-boyish princess! lol  I am glad that I happened to catch this poem while looking for some poetic treasures that I may have missed over the past few days. I do enjoy your writing, Pilgrim!  EA |
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Pilgrimage Member Elite
since 2001-12-04
Posts 3945Texas, USA |
Thanks for reading and commenting on this one, guys. It's not earth-shaking I guess, but I felt like saying it. Though really it was the third grade, I think, when all the princesses in the story-books had gold hair and I looked around the classroom and noticed the differences in us. And wished I was one of the princesses. But it's been a pretty good life without the gold. Nan (Pilgrim variety) |
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Marshalzu
since 2001-02-15
Posts 2681Lurking |
Nicely written and oh so much enjoyed Andrew |
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muted
since 2004-01-15
Posts 2949Elapsing, Eclipsing, Evolving |
aah, im the freckle faced girl.... but seems as ive grown up... i believe im a princess anyway. and no one can prove different  i enjoyed reading this, it did bring back some memories. |
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