I lived on a farm - always took a bus to school. One day in second grade they told us we needed to take a form and fill out the time when we left school and when we arrived home. That seemed a bit odd but... It took me 45 minutes. When I brought it back to school my teacher just looked at me wide-eyed and said "It takes you 45 minutes to get home?" I said, "Yes, it always takes that long." I hadn't realized until I was an adult and watched a documentary about the Cuban missile crisis that this was most likely a test to see if the kids got home in the less than the 30-minute rule for missiles. I've always wondered if the teacher/school had a conversation with my parents about what they would do with me. The bus driver was really doomed. By the time I realized what this must have been, my parents had already died, so I couldn't ask them.
In grade school when this was happening, I only lived about 2 blocks from the elementary school. I guess I could make it home in less than 30 minutes. (ha ha). I think by the time I was being bussed to Jr. high and high school, where it was definitely longer than 30 minutes, the probability of nuclear attack had receded for a while. Now we only have to scan the grocery store to see if there are any armed individuals.
You got to shelter in place in an auditorium with no windows? We had to climb under our desks, and someone in the class was assigned to pull down all the window shades to, you know, protect our eyes from the nuclear blast. Never fear . . . . pandas will set us free.
Oh yes! The shades would be great protection from the nuclear blast. Remember all the ads for home fallout shelters? I really wanted one. I wasn't sure if I would let the rest of my family in, though.
I love this spirit cleansing Pookie! He is adorable!
He is a sweetie;I love him! Is it Frank or Mikey? In disguise? Or not? Is he a brand new addition? And it’s not Josie looking for her Pookie, Bikkie’s liddle new fren?
I lived on a farm - always took a bus to school. One day in second grade they told us we needed to take a form and fill out the time when we left school and when we arrived home. That seemed a bit odd but... It took me 45 minutes. When I brought it back to school my teacher just looked at me wide-eyed and said "It takes you 45 minutes to get home?" I said, "Yes, it always takes that long." I hadn't realized until I was an adult and watched a documentary about the Cuban missile crisis that this was most likely a test to see if the kids got home in the less than the 30-minute rule for missiles. I've always wondered if the teacher/school had a conversation with my parents about what they would do with me. The bus driver was really doomed. By the time I realized what this must have been, my parents had already died, so I couldn't ask them.
In grade school when this was happening, I only lived about 2 blocks from the elementary school. I guess I could make it home in less than 30 minutes. (ha ha). I think by the time I was being bussed to Jr. high and high school, where it was definitely longer than 30 minutes, the probability of nuclear attack had receded for a while. Now we only have to scan the grocery store to see if there are any armed individuals.
You got to shelter in place in an auditorium with no windows? We had to climb under our desks, and someone in the class was assigned to pull down all the window shades to, you know, protect our eyes from the nuclear blast. Never fear . . . . pandas will set us free.
Oh yes! The shades would be great protection from the nuclear blast. Remember all the ads for home fallout shelters? I really wanted one. I wasn't sure if I would let the rest of my family in, though.
I love this spirit cleansing Pookie! He is adorable!
He is a sweetie;I love him! Is it Frank or Mikey? In disguise? Or not? Is he a brand new addition? And it’s not Josie looking for her Pookie, Bikkie’s liddle new fren?
Seriously, I do love him!
Thank you for including him in your post!
❤️🐼
It is Pookie! I figured after a post like that, everyone needed a little Pookie!