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What comes to mind when you see the color orange?

My husband had a 1973 Datsun pick-up. It was pumpkin orange and had a lot of miles on it, but it kept going and going a la the Eveready Bunny! It was cheap, reliable transportation for him to drive to work and came in handy when we needed to transport something. It held sentimental value for him because he purchased it new and later sold it to his father. His mother gave it back to BigBob after his father died.

One night, #1 son fell asleep in his car seat, so we swapped cars: BigBob took him home in my car and I took the pick-up to school. I came out when class was over, keys in my hand, and walked over to the spot right under the streetlight when I had parked it.

It was gone.

I thought, “Oh, #1 son woke up, so they took a little ride and brought back my car!” But I didn’t see it. So I called home and when I woke my husband  up, I knew . . .

“Where is my car?” He said, “In the garage! You have the pick-up, remember?” I didn’t enjoy telling him that I did not, in fact, have it any longer.

After about three days, the police called. What was left of it had been towed and my husband insisted on going to look at it. The thieves had taken everything they could strip off, including the nob for the gear shift. The towing company bought the pink slip for the value of the scrap metal.

It is a very creepy feeling to know that you left a vehicle somewhere, but find yourself standing there with the key — and no ignition in which to insert it!


Did you ever get in trouble while you were in school? If so, what was it for?

Yes, I most certainly did!

More than once!

But this is the most vivid memory: There is, of course, an age requirement to start kindergarten. I missed the cut-off date by 21 days. So all of my friends started school and I recall standing in the doorway, waving to them and crying.

Fast forward a couple of years to first grade. I was bored out of my mind because I was older than many of the other kids in my class. And I had been ready to start kindergarten when my friends did, so I needed to be challenged. The teacher was pretty old and, obviously, not very creative. When I finished my work, she used to send me outside to walk around the playground. I walked and walked around the circles painted on the blacktop. Around and around and around until she would finally allow me to come back in. After I finished my work, she’d send me out again.

Can you imagine dealing with a first grader that way?

We were supposed to take a book home each night, read it, and have out parent sign a form verifying that we did. I used to take several home. She set up a contest to see which student could read the most books over the course of the school year and I really wanted to win (I can’t remember if there was a prize involved).

I guess she thought that either I was forging the notes or my mother was just signing them without paying any attention to what I was doing. In any event, she sent a note home to my mother, questioning whether I was really reading all those books. Bad idea. (I read the books aloud to my mother every night.) Boy, did my mother ever respond! I still have that note somewhere . . . it concluded with, “If you don’t think she can actually read as well as I’m telling you she can, why don’t you have her read the books to you?” She did. And then she sent home another note in which she apologized.

By the time I got to third grade, the teacher and principal decided that trying to keep me occupied was futile. So about six weeks into the school year, they walked me down the hall to the fourth grade classroom and that was that. My mother taught me cursive writing at home in the evenings so I would be able to keep up with the other kids. And that is why I was 17 when I graduated from high school.


Which topping(s) make up your perfect pizza?

Canadian bacon and mushrooms, or ground beef and red onions.

Main Course

Do you believe in UFOs/aliens/etc.? Why or why not?

Sure, although I’ve never seen any.

If we’re here, why is it so hard to believe that they’re out there somewhere?


What color is your bedspread/comforter/quilt?

Antique rose, forest green, and ivory.


  1. Christina

    What a tasty feast! So many good stories. Sorry to hear about the orange truck that went missing 🙁

    Happy Friday!
    Please visit my feast if you have a chance.

  2. You had me at the Canadian bacon and mushrooms. Happy Friday!

  3. You were not a troublemaker you were bored ! One of my classmates who had to leave class, imitated a chicken outside the door, which of course made the whole class laugh !

  4. That a really good feast..Thanks so much for sharing those with us..Cool blog and I really liked the appetizer…isnt Third Day awesome>?

  5. katherine

    I caught your comment on another blog….Go Niners!

    (seems odd partaking of the Friday Feast hours before it is actually Friday out here….smile)

  6. Mmmmh, so yummy =)
    I´m glad I´m not the only one who had some trouble during school time.

    Hope you like to nibble my Feast as well =)

  7. That’s an excellent feast, great writing.

    Everyone keeps mentioning Canadian bacon! I want some!!

  8. Wonderful feast! Thanks for sharing the great stories. I have a similar story about school, but from Kindergarten. I already knew how to read, so when the teacher was teaching the other kids how to read she would stick me in the corner with a book! Better than walking around outside, but not very social!

    Have a good weekend!

  9. Sweet Kitty

    Thanks for this yummy feast. Very detailed. I really enjoyed it. Thanks.
    My feast is served too, please stop by.

    Happy Feast,
    Sweet like Kitty
    I will excercise for comments!!

  10. Barbara H.

    Oh, that’s so sad about the orange pickup!! An old boyfriend was had his car stolen off a church parking lot — can you believe it? Actually, though, before he knew this had happened, he was talking with and praying with the pastor because he felt his car was becoming too much of an idol in his heart (he was a real car guy). If this had happened before he had that realization, he would have been just devastated. But, though hurt and frustrated, he was able to handle it.

    That is astounding that a teacher would send a first-grader out alone! I am glad they got you back on track.

    I love your quilt! I have those colors throughout my home.

  11. Fantastic Feast! Thanks for stopping by 🙂

  12. Paperback Writer

    I had my first car stolen when I was 21. That really pissed me off. I got it back – in tact, strangely enough.

  13. Fantastic Feast!! :-). Nice choice on the pizza too. Beautiful comforter.
    Happy Feast !!

  14. I’m sorry the truck got stolen. That sucks. 🙁

    And boy, that teacher was a piece of work, wasn’t she? Yeah, that makes sense – let’s not believe our students actually do the work. I hope she retired soon after and didn’t inflict herself on yet more students.

  15. ohhhhh that pizza sounds good. I’m so jonesin’!!

  16. What great answers! i wish i had given mine some more thought now.

  17. Great stories – thanks for stopping by my feast 🙂

  18. Heart of Rachel

    I’m sorry to hear about what happened to your pick-up. It’s sad to think why people resort to this kind of activity.

    I really enjoyed reading your stories. Your story about school was very interesting.

    haha! Funny dessert.

    Thanks for sharing.

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