The first half of my first grade school year was exciting. My teacher was a young woman we called Miss Rosine. She had black hair worn in an "upflip", a style which was popular during the early 1960s. Once spring was approaching I was becoming bored. I had read all of the books in the bleached-oak classroom shelf, and I was wanting to read something beyond the Dick and Jane books.
Learning To Read
Learning To Read
Learning To Read
The first half of my first grade school year was exciting. My teacher was a young woman we called Miss Rosine. She had black hair worn in an "upflip", a style which was popular during the early 1960s. Once spring was approaching I was becoming bored. I had read all of the books in the bleached-oak classroom shelf, and I was wanting to read something beyond the Dick and Jane books.