1966 ~ 11 Years Old

"Only when you understand where you have been....can you realize where you are going...".

Jackie--11 yrs old --1966 on the way to school.
I guarantee there was a thermos of chicken noodle soup, a sandwich, and some potato chips in that neatly packed red plaid lunch pail...packed with loving care. No pants were allowed in school..and since it was April, that would have meant it was still cold...therefore, the heavy tights mom made me wear to keep my skinny legs warm (held up by a garter belt back then with those rubber & steel fasteners.) The clothes line was to dry clothes outside. In Winter & early Spring the side of the house clothesline was used (by mom) so she didn't have to trek down the steps to the main clothesline in the front yard. Made sense. I apparently liked huge purses even back then. Now I can't carry/ won't carry a big purse (a.k.a. pocketbook.) I must've worn my shoulder socket out over the years. Little wonder.

The building to the upper right (on the hillside) was the smokehouse where the pigs were kept. We had a huge sow named Sally Belle...and I had a pig named Buttons....my dad always took me up there with him after dinner to feed them. It seemed so far away at the time! But I was so happy to watch them eat, each battling for their place at the trough. Snuffle...snuffle...snort....

We fed them slop from that day's meals every evening, and ears of corn (sometimes charcoal which helped their digestion.) Must have been pig antacid...Piggy Protonix...who knew?

RJK