Face It, You’re Old
Posted in Baltimore, Facebook, me on February 22nd, 2010Again, I resisted but eventually succumbed. Just like with Twitter.
Yes, I have joined Facebook.
And yesterday I managed to find my fourth and fifth grade class photos from Lutherville Elementary School in Maryland.

(I’m in the third row, third from left in the denim jacket)
My biggest memory that year was sitting in Mr. Kimmel’s room one morning and hearing screams coming from the hallway outside. Our art teacher (whose name I’m forgetting) was baking our art class ceramics in a kiln and caught her clothes on fire.
Mr. Kimmel ran to the teacher’s lounge, grabbed a blanket and tackled her as she ran down the hall screaming and on fire.
I remember she was gone for many months but returned the following school year.

(Back row, on the very end on the right in that god-awful plaid shirt)
Sixth grade. The top grade at Lutherville and I guess we thought we were top dogs. I had perfect attendance in fifth grade and would again in the sixth. Not by choice, mind you.
I only attended Lutherville those two years.
I remember flag duty. Me and two others were in charge of raising, lowering and folding the school’s American flag everyday.
I remember field trips to the Hippodrome to see “1776″ on the big screen and to Cape Henlopen in Delaware to study oceanography.
I remember the balloon race where we tagged balloons with reply cards and released them to see how far they would travel. I had one cross the bay to Salisbury.
I remember sex education that year. Boys in one room with Mr. Jones, girls in another with Miss Shellhouse.
I even remember orientation for the seventh grade at Ridgley Junior High. But as it turned out, I didn’t get to go and never had the chance to see my classmates again.
Many thanks to Debie Ruiz Jemison for the class photos…
















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