And here is the class itself! I suspect that this was one of my earliest attempts at photography, by my absence from the shot, and the tilt and altitude of the camera. I believe that the pensive girl at the center might be Wanda; at her feet is Lane, Preston (whose hair was always well Brilliantined) to his left in the stripes.
Here is another of my askew photos, of our beloved teacher, Mrs. Perry -- Gerry Perry -- Geraldine, that is. She taught me in third grade as well, before retiring. She was funny, kind, and occasionally fierce. I have never had a teacher I was more fond of. And there is a self-portrait, myself drawing myself. Fidel Castro appears to be watching me, strangely.
Anyway, on to the valentines... they came in a large booklet, and you carefully tore along the perforations... some, like this one, were their own envelopes.
|This one is rather apt for me, isn't it?|
|Ooh, frilly underwear!|
|I love the combination of puns and stereotypes. Has anyone every really chewed on a piece of grass like that?|
|A bit stalker-ish...|
|I remember practicing telephone etiquette in class with one of these bulky things. We'd bought our house from a telephone company employee, who left Bell swag behind for my sister and me.|
|The "good old days" when no one worried about racism.|
|When in doubt, go for a kitten!|
|Or a puppy!|
|Or...a pair of... sea lions. Whatever.|