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Patrol Boy!

Another aspect of getting to and from grade school in Buckeye, Arizona back in the early sixties was getting across Monroe Street, otherwise known as “main”. It was also Highway 80, which would take you to Phoenix if you went east, and to Gila Bend then Yuma, if you went west. It was, by far, the busiest street in town, and therefore the most dangerous to cross. Patrol boys were charged with seeing that the other kids got across the street safely. Read the rest of this entry »

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Waiting For The Bus

I’m going with a central theme today; every post will be a story or poem from my grade school days. Hope you enjoy them!

I spent my formative years in the little town of Buckeye, Arizona, and while attending grade school there, most of us walked, or rode our bikes, to and from school. In those days, many families owned only one car, and it was for getting dad to work and back. Driving the kids to school was something most families didn’t even consider. We lived on the north side of town in a subdivision called Valencia, which was a couple of miles from the grade school. Read the rest of this entry »

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You Wanna Fight About It?

One of my FaceBook friends posted this sign several weeks back and said, “Have y’all ever noticed people think we have an attitude? So, okay, maybe a little one…if you think you have a Texas attitude, this is a great sign to post on your FB page!” Read the rest of this entry »

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Puppy Love

Since we’re on a dog theme, I thought I’d slip this little ditty in on you. I’m wondering if any of my pals and gal pals from Buckeye remember those 7th and 8th grade dances we had at the elementary school cafeteria? I sure do, and this poem pretty much how they were for me…

 

Puppy Love

Recollecting Junior High dances

Ah, they were fear personified

Boys all huddled against one wall

Girls in bunches on the other side

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Black slacks, white shirts, shiny shoes

Pretty dresses on giggling girls

Boys sporting crew-cuts and cowlicks

Little ladies in pigtails and curls

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A brave lad would stroll across the room

His true love a vision in pink

He’d ask her for a dance somehow

Though mind and lips were on the blink

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Once the brave lad had broken the ice

The rest of the boys crossed the floor

Hearts thumping and eyes open wide

Thinking, what am I doing this for

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The scene was the same at each dance

Boys swearing, she’s the one I dream of

Until the next dance; a brand new romance

For alas it was only puppy love

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Copyright © 1998 C. Mashburn

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