Heart of the Home
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September 2006
By Cappers
Father, thank You for providing structure for us, and instilling that human need in us to keep order in our lives. May we always keep You and Your word in our structure that it will provide a guide to our living well. Keep us strong in our faith that we may enjoy the changes, the beginnings and the endings of our seasons. Amen.
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- D. Susan Rutz
Looked forward to seeing friends
My backpack was loaded, organized and ready. My pencils were sharpened. My crayons had perfectly pointed tips, and the sight of all that clean, fresh, white paper excited me more than anything.
I loved the first day of school. It was the only day of the year when I rolled out of bed eagerly and got dressed without being told. I actually ran the quarter of a mile to the bus stop.
I lived in a small, rural town, and I attended a school of about 100 students, kindergarten through 12th grade. The first day of school wasn't about meeting new classmates or having new teachers; it was about seeing old friends again. It was about being in the old familiar classrooms, smelling the familiar smells of chalk and chalkboard cleaner, and hearing about how great everyone's summer was.
I miss those days of organizing my desk, putting paper covers on my textbooks and seeing whose names were written in the inside cover. I've moved from that small town, and I rarely see the people I grew up with. But to this day, nothing excites me more than newly sharpened pencils, and the smell and feel of clean, white paper.
Lampasas, Texas
Started off day on wrong foot
My first day as a seventh- grader was truly memorable. I had spent a long time ironing a cotton, plum-colored, empire-waist dress, slicked up my black patent-leather shoes with Vaseline, and styled my freshly washed hair so that I would make the best impression that I could.
To say that I was filled with apprehension was an understatement. I had taken only half a dozen steps before my shoes slipped on the freshly polished granite floor of the entryway. The next thing I remember was landing on my bottom, and at the same time trying to remain dignified and keeping my dress from showing my unmentionables. I was early that morning, so no one was around to see my grand entrance.
My day continued on the wrong foot when I skipped going to home room first thing that morning, going straight to my second period class. At the end of the day, I had time left and nowhere to go. The school secretary kindly explained my error, but I never had the nerve to let her know that my day had truly gotten off on the wrong foot!
Derby, Kan.
Reluctance to go to school runs in the family
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