February is a short but big month in my life. I was married in February, my only son was born in this month ect. Youngest daughter's first son was b0rn in on this date,  February 11th.  Happy Birthday Nick!!

The dreded report card

People of a certain age like me remember them with chagrin. Mine were most likely discarded but somehow, Glen's survived.
I was cleaning out a desk drawer yesterday and found several from his celebrated years at East Wayne elementary. That school had eight grades in his day. Several years ago it was rebuilt in the same location. Now named Jefferson, it has six grades and a kindergarten, plus a pre-k. There are multiples of several grades. Some of the luckier kids have my lovely daughter-in-law for their teacher.
Anyway, when Glen attended first through eighth grade graduation, the report cards were somewhat different. There were no kindergartens in the school system then. His first grade card had 1938-39 penciled in. He was 5, so not six until November, and pretty small for his age, they still took him. 
The first declaration to parents
 was : On or before the first Wednesday of each school month this report will be filled out and sent to you. The eighth grade one 
stated the same including..if this student is failing you should try to find the cause and co-operate in correcting the difficulty. Your signature indicates that you have examined this report. It does not 
necessarily mean that you approve. Glen did ok in elementary but he excelled in High School and finished second in his class ..after the guy who became one of the first presidents of Grace College.

Christmas calls for something special.
So i am taking this time to copy a little essay I wrote years ago honoring my wonderful Anglin
grandmother.: 
               GRANDMA GRACE
My grandmother, Grace Kitch Anglin, played a huge roll in my early formation as well as my older brother, K. Donn's.
She gave us a solid grounding that probably kept us out of trouble more than a few times. She is still sorely missed in her community and family.

Gracie Mae Kitch was born at Sandridge, a small farming area six miles west of what used to be known as Community Center where road nineteen turns north toward Nappanee.

She was the last child in her father's second marriage. His first wife had died a young woman. He remarried in mid-life and had two boys and three girls, including Grandma Grace.

According to Uncle Jack's records, the family moved to an area around Plymouth, In., named Twin Lakes when Grandma Grace was about six months old. Sometime after she was ten, the family moved to a farm outside Bourbon, In. where she grew to womanhood. 
When G.G. was in her late teens she worked in Fribley's hardware store there in Bourbon. This is where our grandfather, who we always knew as 
Daddy Wash, met her. He was two years younger so she did not take him too seriously. She had another beau, then....a Stackhouse..but she felt that he was too vain about his horses.( i remember her telling me this) Being rigidly brought up, this clouded their friendship, and she lost interest.
She told me that about that time , she had an offer from a "good" family,( a Doctor they knew,) at Culver, to come care for their young children...sort of a live-in nanny. She took the job and moved to Culver. Having previously known the doctor's wife and the area, it was a lovely situation. Adding to that, the house and grounds had beach-front on Lake Maxinkuckie, not far from Culver Military Academy.
Then she told me why she had a change of heart and, in fact, became a farmer's wife.
Daddy Wash, being a very persistant young suitor, hitched up a horse and buggy and drove all the way (about 30 miles...around 2 hours...probably at night..) to see her on her day off. 
I don't remember how many times this happened, but she was impressed enough to drop her long held view, ignore the age difference, and join the Anglin family at Angleton.

 

The view of the lake from my front window is real fuzzy. This county has zero visibility according to all the weather reports. Believe me, I have seen worse ..one evening when the lake was cooling , chunky looking fog resembling mammoth grey Legos appeared to be rushing the shore.
I found a letter written from my older first cousin , Marge Anglin to my aunt Anna Rapp when they were both in their early 20s during second world war. May 14, 1943.
    
    Dearest Anna,
    Hello, how is everything with you, honey, hunky-dory I hope. I'm fine and rather busy.
    This is a little late, but , well "Congratulations!" (recently married to GI Jess Dillman from        Rochester, In. before he shipped over-seas.)  Be happy as you can, this war won't last long. 
    
     Jack and Bill (Anglin) both, are in the army. Jack is in Camp Mc Lain , Miss. and Bill is in 
    Fort Dix, N.J.  Jack has such a sweet baby, John Henry Jr.
    
    Why don't you come over sometime?  Phyl ( Knepper, Marge's best friend ),and I think of 
    you a lot. Mary (Phyl's sister, we know as Mary Lee), is home from college now. I think she is going to Chicago to work.
    
     Gee, Anna, you should see Kayo and Janny (that's me) They are sure growing up. You know how slow and easy Kayo and Janny are...PO asked them why they had to be so slow and Janny cutely replied "Cause, I'm just like my uncle Wayne." Have you heard from Wayne? Almost everyone in your class is in the Army. I don't know where they are.

    Well, Anna, be good and write when you can.      Love, Marge
(The picture is of Marge's BF, Phyllis Knepper and Marge, on the right, when they were pre-teens.)
    

Wow....I'm impressed my Mac schooled daughter braved the tortures and perils of this Windows os to let me type my blog and get my mail on this new laptop.

The scene outside my window is a rich glowing golden yellow caused by the sugar maple leaves clinging to wet roofs and covering the ground .Some still hang on the tree making the room seem bright although it is a grey cloudy day.
I figured a few things out today which made me feel my aging brain can still work, (with the good Lords help, I am sure).
The museum is picking up antiques we no longer need...I solved an Alexa problem and got my upstairs heater  to work without bothering anyone.
This time of the year is somewhat more relaxed for me as it was in my teen years unlike a couple of my children who spent early Nov. still involved with marching band in their teens. My friends and I just goofed around, waiting until basketball season started.
Here is a an early Nov. diary entry from my teen-aged in 1941 aunt Anna Rapp.
Saturday...up at 9:00. Count (her older, married sister), cleaned the house. I went uptown and got groceries. (Uptown was Burket, where Anna lived with newly married Count and Shorty. She was finishing out her schooling at Burket although her father had remarried and moved to Rochester.)
Got dinner (actually lunch). Ate. Count went to Warsaw. I did dishes and washed my clothes. Pinned up my hair..went uptown
Wayne is in the same group as Bud Davis at P camp.(army just before WW2.)
Ball game..got beat bad by Sidney. Bed 3 am.
Sunday....up at 11:30. Dinner. Hub and Mary Alice took me out to Moores to get my senior proofs.They are not bad..look natural.We messed around all PM. Count and Shorty got home. Count got supper. Hub and M.A. stayed.  We had gobs of fun. Had fun uptown with Macy too. He is nuts!!

October always goes by in a hurry...it will be glorious looking west up main street toward the old West ward /Madison school by next week-end.
Memories of accelerating activities around school and friends about 1950 come flooding. Living on E. Main at Marge's put me right in the middle of the Canasta action that year. There were cute boys in the big group of kids playing cards. I really did not like cards but this was not just cards was it...so cool to be part of this huge trend and I did not have a boyfriend yet.
Those were halcyon days of autumn. Exciting times were just around the corner.