Childhood Memories

I remember sitting in Miss Lillian’s Sunday School Class. I was about six years old. Our class room must have been either downstairs or in the basement as I recall gray cement walls, no windows and a musty smell. It was summertime and very hot outside. The coolness of the basement felt good to me. It was bright though, so the lighting must have been sufficient.  About seven or eight of us kids were lined up in two rows sitting on metal folding chairs.

I loved Miss Lillian. (She was really a Mrs.) I recall that she was very slim, she seemed tall to me, of course just about everyone seemed tall to me then. She had brown hair and she always looked real pretty and smelled pretty too. I also remember my mom telling me she worked at a bank.

I had on a starched white dress and a petticoat. (I think my mom liked dressing me in white because of my jet black hair and very hazel eyes) I was sitting on the front row with three or four other kids and the rest of the kids were sitting behind us. Next thing I know the boy behind me upchucked all over the back of my dress. I mean to tell you, he drenched it. As young as I was I remember being horrified! I jumped up out of my chair, trying to look at the back of my puke-soaked dress. And being the typical kid and not holding back my thoughts or reactions…I started gagging at the sour smelling vomit, chunky looking milk and half-digested cornflakes. I’m telling you, it was beyond gross! I expect had it not been for Miss Lillian urging me to “wait for my mother” I would have stripped down to my undies.

Miss Lillian was ever gracious; she was  trying her best to take care of the sick kid, and calm me and the other kids down at the same time. I’m sure she must have sent some of the other children to fetch our mom’s because the classroom was suddenly full of women trying to restore some calm to the situation.

I’m not sure what took place after that. I imagine mother took me home to change. (I’m wondering if she put me in the trunk.) Ha! She didn’t do well with those kinds of incidents. She had a weak stomach and I recall was prone to fainting spells.

I can laugh about this now. I think the boys name was Randy Gilbert. This happened in the mid-50’s and was at the 10th and Bell Street Church of Christ in Shawnee Oklahoma.

Tomorrow I shall share more “childhood memories.”

Will Rogers said “Don’t let yesterday use up too much of today.” 🙂

2 comments for “Childhood Memories

  1. June 24, 2009 at 6:43 pm

    That description was pretty vivid … I don’t even want to imagine being there when that happened!

    Yeah I know, sorry about that. I’ll try to tone it down for future blogs. 🙂 It really was awful; guess I wanted my readers to feel my pain.

    Thanks for stopping by.

  2. June 24, 2009 at 11:45 am

    Now, Janice, that was just a little TOO much information! 🙂

    LOL, C’mon now Judy…I had to tell ALL of the story! 🙂

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