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Isabel’s First Day at School

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Isabel was nervous about going back to school. She fretted all summer, remembering that last year when she walked into the classroom, some of the girls snickered at her new dress that Mama had made especially for this occasion. She overheard Arlene Mason whisper to the other girls, “Isabel’s dress is made from the same fabric as Mother’s kitchen curtains. Wouldn’t that make her a Window?”

Pencil Box

 

Isabel took a deep breath and smoothed the invisible wrinkles

in her new dress before entering the classroom. She felt several

pairs of critical eyes surveying her and wished she had not let

Mama french braid her hair after all. “My hair is all wrong. I

really look like a farm girl,” she whispered to Eugene, who pushed

her through the threshold and into the room.

“Good morning, Isabel. Don’t you look nice this morning,”

Sally Anne said. She waved at Isabel to sit in the desk next to her.


Isabel felt grateful
 for the compliment and sat   

with uncertainty as Arlene Mason gave her a look that could have

frozen an erupting volcano. The cold stare played havoc with

Isabel’s nerves, and she seemed to drop everything she touched.

Isabel sat down beside Sally Anne and carefully laid her slate,

her lunch pail and her pencil box on the desk.

 

Her new carved pencil box opened and dumped pencils all over

the floor while Miss Catron was talking. When the textbooks were

passed out, the history book, which seemed to have a mind of its

own , jumped out of her arms and landed on the floor with a loud

thud, making everyone in the room jump and then giggle.

 

That is, everyone except Isabel, who merely wished for the floor to open

up and swallow her so she could sprint home, where she did not

have to worry about what other people thought. Isabel reached

down to pick up her book, but someone else had beaten her to it.

Ernie Mason picked up the history book, wiped it off, and

smiled before returning the book to Isabel. She was not sure,

but it almost looked like he winked at her…almost, or was just

it just her imagination?

 

“Isabel, Ernie Mason just winked at you,” Sally Anne

whispered from across the aisle. “I thought he liked you last

year, and now I know it.”

“Who, me?” Isabel said. “Nobody likes me.”

“Oh, yes they do, Isabel,” Sally Anne said. She watched the

teacher, who was gathering information from a new student.

“Everybody likes you; only you just don’t know it.”

 

Isabel turned her attention to the teacher, but her thoughts

kept returning to Sally Anne’s remark. Could it be true? Had

she misjudged her classmates because one or two were unkind?

She determined to talk it over with Mama later.

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Isabel pulled her lunch pail out of her desk at lunchtime and

ran to greet the rest of her siblings under the oak tree for lunch.

As she sat down on the ground, she saw Sally Anne eating and

laughing with Arlene Mason and two of the most stuck up girls

in school. “Rich girls stick together,” she said as storm clouds

passed by overhead.

 

How about you? Have you been nervous about your first day of school? Even in 1924, children faced bullies and cliques in school. They are everywhere but things are not always as they seem. Later in The Vision of a Mother’s Heart, Isabel learns that some of the children she had dreaded to face when school started had problems she couldn’t have imagined. Perhaps some children act superior to other children because they feel inferior and act that way to feel better about themselves. With help from her Mother, Isabel learned to be kind and forgiving. She would never have to worry about bullies again because she knew the secret. They’re afraid too.

“And be ye kind one to another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as God for Christ’s sake hath forgiven you.”

Ephesians 4:32

The Vision of a Mother’s Heart is available!

The Vinton School

Vinton School (William Byrd first High School) (2014_02_18 18_15_37 UTC)

Photo provided by Angie Bell Chewning

In the story I posted for Memorial Day, “Isabel” (my grandmother) attended The Vinton School while living with relatives. She loved that school and since she spoke of it so often when I was a child, I couldn’t wait until I was old enough to attend the same school. By then, the 4 classroom building sat at the bottom of the hill where the High School, William Byrd stood. Of course, it was just the little building when Granny was a student. I understand there was a common room in the middle of the building which was used as an auditorium, gym and cafeteria. The four classrooms opened into the larger, common room.

My grandparents lived close enough William Byrd that we could hear band practice. It was great! My cousin, Debbie taught me a couple of cheers and we would hop around to the beat of the drums.

My stepfather’s younger sister was a student at “the high school” and I loved looking at her yearbooks; dreaming of the day I would also be a “Terrier.” That day finally came the fall of 1970. Since the building on the hill was built in the early 1930’s, the steps were worn with age. Framed pictures of graduating classes lined the halls. (I was late for class once because I was looking for a familiar face on the wall.)

New William Byrd High School on the hill

Photo provided by Angie Bell Chewning

I was delighted to discover that my math class and I think an art class were located in the school my Grandmother had attended. The little building at the bottom of the hill which was once known as, “The Vinton School.” That “hill” was very steep. Not only did we get a lot of exercise getting to Math class but once or twice when it was snowing, I discovered sliding, rolling or tumbling down that hill was not fun. And now, that is part of my history too. My favorite teacher at William Byrd Intermediate (Middle School) was Tina Cook. She was a believer who wanted to serve the Lord too. She was an organist at her church and to my delight, a counselor at the same Bible Camp my friends from Church and I attended.

My class was in this location for one year only. There were so many sixth-graders moving up to William Byrd Intermediate (on the hill) there wasn’t enough room for us. So we got to go to the new, modern Wm. Byrd High School in the eighth grade. It was exciting, but I missed the history in the old building.

Imagine all of the stories within the walls of these old buildings! My grandmother was there only a short time but I’m so glad she told me about it! Just remember, when you tell your children and grandchildren stories about the “good old days” they are probably listening even when you think they aren’t.

Blessings,

Kathy