Ginny’s Story Part 3


It seemed like every day something always came up to remind me of that nasty hurtful social status “Poor White Trash”. In first grade every morning after the prayer, and the pledge of allegiance, the teacher took the lunch roll call. I was the only kid in my class that got free lunches. When my name was announces the teacher made me say “free lunch”. The kids would laugh and ask why I didn’t have to pay for my lunches. I told them my Daddy didn’t make enough money. That only reinforced what they already knew. I was indeed “Poor White Trash”.

It had been a very cold snowy winter that year. Little girls were not allowed to wear slacks to school. However they could wear slacks under their dresses and take them off after they got to school. The problem was I didn’t own a pair of slacks. I didn’t have snow boots either, just those flimsy canvas shoes. My legs would be chapped raw from being so cold. Needless to say I was sick a lot during the school year.

One morning I got on the bus my nosing running, and coughing so hard I thought I would puck. We were about a mile from home when that was exactly what happened. I was covered with slimy mucus from the top of my dress to the bottom of my shoes. The hour long ride to school was miserable. The first thing the kids saw as they got on the bus was me sitting in the front seat covered with snot. Not a pretty sight for anyone early in the morning.

When were arrived at school I was sent immediately to the principal’s office. She told me to take those nasty clothes off and put on this dress. The dress was so big it hung to the floor. I asked her if she had a smaller dress. She said no, at least it is clean. That was true, but all I needed was something else for those kids to tease me about.

I wish I could just go back home to Momma and Daddy. There they loved me the way I was. After all that happened that day, I never wanted to go back to school again. I wanted to stay home safely tucked in Momma’s protective arms. The next morning came and no matter how I begged and pleaded it was back to school for me. So the story continues……

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4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. tsonoda148
    May 22, 2011 @ 17:38:19

    My eyes are all misty from this story, Mary. It is beautiful. Your descriptions put me right there.
    Love this, and you!
    Terri

    Reply

  2. Barker Babe
    May 22, 2011 @ 17:54:55

    Thanks my dear friend. Garry said I need to stop writing about my childhood, and write happy stories. I’ve got a lot of happy times to write about too. Love, Mary

    Reply

  3. Mary Ann
    May 29, 2011 @ 17:10:26

    Hi Mary;It All has been good! Love Ya xox

    Reply

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