Elementary Grade 4

School year 1962-63

I'd like to say I remember Mrs. Kamarousky, but I do not. I do remember German class. Not in a good way. To me, the language always sounded harsh. Perhaps the teacher presented it that way. We sang songs to learn counting and grammar rules. I skated through and glad it ended. But how dare I talk; my oral skills in English and Reading needed some improvement, too.

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 There is really nothing to see here. My grades have improved and more consistent. It was the year of book bags carried like an attache with buckle closures, saddle shoes, Crayola No. 8 crayon pack, vaccines, dental hygienist visits to the classroom, civil defense practice, analog clocks, and the Weekly Reader.

The finger-painted report cover this year cannot be commended either. My love for creativity in all things art was not represented well as I critique it 58 years later. However, mom didn't get a chance to write my name on the black border, so that's a win!