|Our house in the quad. However, when we lived |
there it didn't have a garage.
It was a fun year being with just the sixth graders. We were all in the same boat. All trying to figure out the whole growing up process but we didn't have to deal with any of the older kids that year, or the younger ones. It was just us and we enjoyed that. We did a play at the end of that year and I was chosen to be the queen. I remember the king was a friend of mine named John Kennedy. I don't think his middle initial was F. I kind of liked doing that play and although I didn't have an opportunity in junior high, I pursued drama later, in high school.
During the winter we would play outdoors a lot. Yes, it was cold but we bundled up, many times to the point that no one could tell who we were. We would go out and build ice skating rinks, forts and igloos in our back yard. The ice skating rink was a little bumpy but we still had fun.
I used to babysit a lot for the Paxtons and the Baldwins. If you remember from a previous blog, Land of the Midnight Sun, my family was in the Paxton's wedding the first time we were in Alaska. Now I was babysitting their boys. It's hard to believe that those boys now have children of their own. Yikes, I feel old! This is an older picture of Johnny Paxton and his daughter, from our last visit to Alaska. A great young man, husband, and father.
Seventh grade was fun. I went to Orion Junior High. We were the peons at the school and the ninth graders didn’t let us forget it. They would make us do, what they called thumb ditties. That means that we had to stand on a table in the hall and put our thumbs on our heads and turn around saying that the ninth graders were the best. I couldn't wait to be a ninth grader so I could do the same thing but by the time I got there, I didn't have the heart to do it.
|In this Google Earth picture, it shows the quads on the base. |
Ours was at the top right at the white arrow.
Schools are on the left. Expand for more detail.
During this time, we had Nugget, the family dog. He was a black Pekingese and was the pride and joy of the family. He went with us everywhere. He hated squeaky toys! I don't know what made him dislike them so much, but if you gave him one he would disassemble it in minutes, to get the squeaker out or at least where it didn't squeak anymore. We timed him once to see how long it would take. It was amazing how fast he was able to do it. We almost lost him one summer. We were out camping, and a huge Weimaraner dog attacked him and almost killed him. That was a hard weekend for our family. But he was a tough little guy and he survived. Nugget brought great joy to our family for a long time.