Greta

This is last years Beaver Moon.  I went out searching for the Beaver Blood Moon at 5 AM as read that was when to see it.  All I spied was fog and clouds.

Me in grade 6.  I loved that yearGeorge Wheeler was my teacher—my first male teacher.  It was a great year.  Next came grade 7 and Junior High.  My best friend all through elementary went “boy crazy”—not my route in life.  I remember that group talking about meeting boys at the railroad tracks.  All of a sudden she wanted to spend the night.  I was elated.  Well, she wanted to walk down the road to where a boy named Tommy lived.   We were never buddies again.  I didn’t really find myself again ‘til 9th grade.  

Look at Greta 6th grade.    I hope she is able to find herself and not go the “boy crazy” route.  She braided her hair the night before so she’d have waves.   Clayton did not go get his photo taken.  He’ll have a box that says no photo in the year book.