The first boy cap on the first boy haircut, for the first day of school. All the tragedy of all change in that haircut to mother. Epochal barbering that shears away an era of life! Mother has saved one lock from the ruin. Sweetest years are locked away with that curl in motheras drawer. First Day of School Coal wagons are beginning to crunch the gravel driveways. They still use horses to haul coal in our town. The roar of anthracite down the shute draws all the children on the street. The coal man takes the ice manas place in their interest. The ice manas boy has gone back to school. Next week heall be in football armor and his customersa children will cheer him as their hero. Signs of Fall Iam not pounding her head. Iam just patting it. Der, der, donat cry, aittle baby. Canat I just rub it? Why hasnat she got any eye winkers? Wonat she get dirt in her eyes? What does she chew the air that way for? I guess sheas hungry New Baby O, Dad, put it in the paper that Stewie found a snake. Iall tell you how to write it. Stewie Downs picked up a snake on the street where he lives ana swinged it round his head ana then he threw it away. Gee I amost ran right into it on my tryke. I thought it was a piece of rope or somethina. Know Somethina Do you love me? How much, a bushel? Do you love Grammy a bushel too? How much do you love Mummy? Do you love the baby a bushel? How much do you love Tip? Just as much as the baby? Mummy only loves Tip half as much as the baby. She loves the baby and me the same and you and Grammy the same. I asked her if she didnat love Tip as much as the baby and she said no heas only a puppy. Poor old Tippy. I love Tippy two bushels and the baby two bushels and you three bushels and Mummy four bushels. To Go To School a Or To Be Sick? But this coldness in greeting the expected Spring is broken down at supper: aWe played a marble game this afternoon, a begins the first grade member. aWhat was the game?a encourages his mother. aKeeps.a Then philosophic crunching of his toast. aDad, will you buy me some more marbles?a Catalogas Come Boys have to be nagged now about rubbers and coats. But the season is especially hard on dogs. While the ground is muddy the best-bred canine is persona non grata in kitchen or entry, but he cannot yet dig to bury bones and so his bones litter the yard to be confiscated by neat housewife or reluctant husband. Mud Season Editoras Preface The roaring twenties were in full swing in Boston while my grandfather, Louis M. Lyons, was a reporter for The Boston Globe. After running down the big city stories of the day, he would take the 5:20 PM train north out of Boston to Reading where he would enter the family home on 24 Vale Road and greet those eagerly awaiting his daily return to being Dad.You know Miss Burgess says I can go in the second grade if I learn my tables at home. Do I want to go in the ... Will I? If I make a lot of patterns in school and cut them outIa#39;ll have a whole lot to paste in my scrapbook. Ia#39;m drawing a picture foranbsp;...
|Title||:||The LML Collection|
|Author||:||M.A. Lyons, Ph.D.; Franklyn Grace Lyo|
|Publisher||:||Xlibris Corporation - 2007-12-28|