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Memories
Helen Titus Crume

I was in awe of the kids that really liked school and seemed to always understand what the sisters were talking about. I remember putting JMJ and a + on the top of every page, margins, ink wells, and those damn scratchy pen nibs.  Mine always seemed to be able to spew ink in every direction but the one that I intended.  They were definitely not left-hand friendly.

Sister Kathleen was my favorite teacher. For me she was the only one that seemed to have a love for life and a love for kids.  I think we had her in the 4th grade.

I walked home for lunch everyday after one try in the lunchroom. I think orphanages must have been modeled after our cafeteria.  I remember being picked to play the mother in a play in the upper grades because I was fat and frumpy looking.  My mom was an ex-hairdresser and loved the Marcel hair style.  I hated it and the curling iron. I am sure I still bear the scars of that instrument from the Inquisition.

I remember the movies on Wednesdays and the sour pickles.  I have vivid pictures of being in the balcony and watching Westerns.  Nutshells and homework! Marble notebooks and no erasing!  My non-Catholic aunt studied for Religion tests with me.   Her favorite was: Who made you?  Only now do I realize why this tickled her so.

Most of the pictures I remember were taken in front of a car.  My dad was in the car business.  There is one picture from my Confirmation that I will find and send.  I want it on my coffin when I am laid out to eliminate any unnecessary sobbing.