tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post2649631490799334095..comments2024-03-18T20:52:31.671-06:00Comments on TeacherDance: SOL17 - 9/31 - More "The Me I Used To Be"Linda Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-9111424704845046192017-03-10T07:08:36.802-07:002017-03-10T07:08:36.802-07:00Thanks, Carrie!Thanks, Carrie!Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-17668687143599885852017-03-09T21:45:50.474-07:002017-03-09T21:45:50.474-07:00I love these looking back posts Linda. This pictur...I love these looking back posts Linda. This picture is fantastic.Carrie Gelsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08416480940951200461noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-46692566430175130382017-03-09T21:36:06.438-07:002017-03-09T21:36:06.438-07:00Thanks, both are possibilities, fun to guess, Maur...Thanks, both are possibilities, fun to guess, Maureen!Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-69703057455098691732017-03-09T16:20:12.712-07:002017-03-09T16:20:12.712-07:00I see the slightest beginning of a smile - perhaps...I see the slightest beginning of a smile - perhaps they took the photo too soon! It is an adorable photo - so fun to see!Maureenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08404917167112072640noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-44712496387886375602017-03-09T16:05:49.569-07:002017-03-09T16:05:49.569-07:00Thanks, Margaret!Thanks, Margaret!Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-46060931804397590582017-03-09T16:05:36.916-07:002017-03-09T16:05:36.916-07:00Me, too, Michelle. Those are the things kids do re...Me, too, Michelle. Those are the things kids do remember, aren't they? Thanks!Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-40636012685831387902017-03-09T16:05:00.779-07:002017-03-09T16:05:00.779-07:00Aw, thanks Terje, maybe a little turn up in the co...Aw, thanks Terje, maybe a little turn up in the corners? Yes, and it's fun that I remember that. She was a nice teacher. Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-62036199736776139762017-03-09T16:04:08.890-07:002017-03-09T16:04:08.890-07:00I am imagining that we were told to hold hands, bu...I am imagining that we were told to hold hands, but really don't remember. I wonder if I was about to smile too? Thanks, Tara.Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-58903043037190552302017-03-09T16:03:09.771-07:002017-03-09T16:03:09.771-07:00Looking back at the early days is fun, though I wo...Looking back at the early days is fun, though I wouldn't want to do it every day. No, this young boy in the picture is not my brother, just one of the 2nd graders. I did know him, because we all knew each other. I had those clamp-on skates with a key! You're welcome, Barbara. Glad you came by.Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-60346345240302610982017-03-09T16:00:31.611-07:002017-03-09T16:00:31.611-07:00I think I went home sometimes for lunch, but not o...I think I went home sometimes for lunch, but not often. Yes, it's very different today. There is a group of parents in my neighborhood who hover together to meet their kids when they get off the bus. Those kids would only have to walk 2 blocks at the most to get home. Thanks, Jennifer.Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-53207938558895197702017-03-09T15:44:46.734-07:002017-03-09T15:44:46.734-07:00A precious memory!A precious memory!Margaret Simonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04434866104385187658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-26217050549516519532017-03-09T15:05:48.784-07:002017-03-09T15:05:48.784-07:00What a sweet picture! I love how your teacher enco...What a sweet picture! I love how your teacher encouraged you as a reader and how that memory has remained with you!Michelle Haseltinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00616389589179983330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-52384492734546514112017-03-09T12:11:59.788-07:002017-03-09T12:11:59.788-07:00For me the line about your teacher giving you tips...For me the line about your teacher giving you tips and a new book stood out. I can see a bit of a smile on your face. The Estonian style smile.Terje https://www.blogger.com/profile/13569210226711674834noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-44279348838129163202017-03-09T10:06:26.076-07:002017-03-09T10:06:26.076-07:00So much to love about that picture! You do look on...So much to love about that picture! You do look on the edge of a smile, Linda...and I love the way you are just barely holding hands, just enough to follow instructions.Tarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13626451110946889157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-64276810329531811882017-03-09T09:56:34.608-07:002017-03-09T09:56:34.608-07:00How I love this post and will certainly give this ...How I love this post and will certainly give this a try. The holding hands is what I noticed right away. It never occurred to me that perhaps you didn't like it at all (presuming it is your BROTHER.) I used to have metal roller skates that expanded as your feet grew. They would never stay on and were the source of much frustration. Thanks for this slice, Linda!travelinmahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07362929133418390813noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-46539949255869637092017-03-09T09:34:48.387-07:002017-03-09T09:34:48.387-07:00Maud -- There's a name you don't hear any ...Maud -- There's a name you don't hear any more. I love that you roller skated to and from school. I lived close enough to school that I could go home and back for lunch. I remember walking myself -- no crossing guards, no supervision, no escort. Just me. My mom would have a PB&J waiting for me when I got home because I had to head right back. Oh, how times are different now.Jennifer Laffinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00409566035103972341noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-60086546583777367692017-03-09T08:32:09.306-07:002017-03-09T08:32:09.306-07:00Thanks, Deb. I'm not sure what's next, but...Thanks, Deb. I'm not sure what's next, but I'm enjoying doing these posts!Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-71754936154441624402017-03-09T08:31:20.396-07:002017-03-09T08:31:20.396-07:00Oh, one of my cousins played the accordion. I was ...Oh, one of my cousins played the accordion. I was always so impressed when he played. I hope you share a picture! And yes, I suspect that hand-holding is all we were thinking about, te he! Thanks, Bob!Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-3362737102378451662017-03-09T08:31:04.483-07:002017-03-09T08:31:04.483-07:00What a great idea---I do imagine neither of you we...What a great idea---I do imagine neither of you were too happy to holding hands :) I really enjoyed this look back at "Little Linda". Looking forward to the next postAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-13550679959169753222017-03-09T08:23:12.306-07:002017-03-09T08:23:12.306-07:00Love the picture, Linda. I don't think I woul...Love the picture, Linda. I don't think I would have been smiling either if I had to hold a girl's hand at that age. I guess the me I remember is the accordion player I used to be. I still actually have it.arjehahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17793113101077660894noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-80201886958229535612017-03-09T06:53:27.816-07:002017-03-09T06:53:27.816-07:00I do imagine we were a bit embarrassed. At 6 and 7...I do imagine we were a bit embarrassed. At 6 and 7, one usually giggles at the thought of holding hands! Glad to hear your memory, too, Adrienne.Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-62408523856020696222017-03-09T06:51:51.800-07:002017-03-09T06:51:51.800-07:00Thanks, Michelle. It is fun to look back once in a...Thanks, Michelle. It is fun to look back once in a while!Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-23683092623927978502017-03-09T06:51:21.991-07:002017-03-09T06:51:21.991-07:00Thanks, it does make me wonder, though. Maybe the ...Thanks, it does make me wonder, though. Maybe the photographer was not good with kids? Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-41200473978065748852017-03-09T06:47:27.289-07:002017-03-09T06:47:27.289-07:00The hand hold is a classic. Just as much as you ha...The hand hold is a classic. Just as much as you have to. This gets me thinking about the year my twin sister was carnival queen. I was half jealous, half relieved not to be in the limelight.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10460132450798894455noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319624163132382197.post-34330686857576916932017-03-09T06:42:36.830-07:002017-03-09T06:42:36.830-07:00So sweet, Linda! Look at you! I love the little s...So sweet, Linda! Look at you! I love the little stories behind the picture ... all about reading too, of course! Some things never change ... books and being adorable! :)Michellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04822472844833732246noreply@blogger.com