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We used to live for summer, getting out of school and playing (after our chores) 'til the sun went down.
June, July and August...three months of freedom before heading back to those hallowed halls of learning.
August was a hard month....we kids would be still trying to get the playing out of our systems while the parents were trying to get us to go to Tesslers on Long Lane for school uniforms or the shoe store for loafers or saddle oxfords. We're talking the Catholic School days here....when uniforms were the law of the land.
Girls wore the navy blue jumper with the white, bib collared shirts (long or short sleeve was okay), blue bow tie, beanie cap (optional), blue or tan knee socks, loafers or saddle oxfords, and of course the school's insignia sewn on our uniforms on the left side..meant to be over our hearts, but the location was a bit off.
I remember being fitted for my uniform; I was so small we had to hem not only the jumper but the shirt sleeves
too! I had (still have) tiny feet but they were (still are) wide tiny feet so shoe fittings were a bit of a science project, too.
Somehow, Mom and Dad always managed to get their brood outfitted for school....now that I am older I am even more appreciative of the combination nail biting, praying and magic they must have performed to make it all work. We were not rich....we were barely hanging in there as middle class, but we were hanging in there.
August was hot as hell, and the window fans in our bedrooms would be going non-stop. At night it's humming would lull me to sleep as nothing else ever could back then or since.
So for today, Fifty Five Is The New Old August Memories...of window fans, childhood and the last days of summer.
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