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<h2><span>&#160; &#160;</span><span><i><span><span> </span><span>&#160;<span>Rifling through a random box in my basement, I encountered this photo of my Gerald Elementary Kindergarten class.&#160;&#160; There is no reason that it should be kept in the particular box and as I held it in my fingers, my memory had to reach far back in time to recall faces and experiences in Mrs. Reel&#8217;s classroom.</span></span></span></i></span></h2>
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<p></span></span><span><span><br /></span></span><span><span>&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;</span><span> Mrs. Reel.&#160; First off, it seems she was the best teacher of all time, that&#8217;s how I recall it to this day as I travel through my memories as a five-year-old little girl.&#160; She always seemed patient, even with the few that were always causing trouble in class.&#160; Her voice sounded calm and soothing, she introduced us to many fun activities and urged me, but did not push me to come out of my shell.</p>
<p></span></span><span><span><br /></span></span><span><span>&#160;&#160;&#160; Scanning the faces of our class, many names will not break through the time barrier and surface to the top.&#160; Each face brings to light an emotion about how that child make me feel during that year I spent with them.<br /></span></span><span><span><br /></span></span><span><span>&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; All make me smile, whether I remember a kind gesture from the Grob twins or little blond haired Scotty, slumber parties at Dana&#8217;s house, or the boys that were always getting into trouble like Jeramey, Jeffery and Dallas!&#160; I can&#8217;t forget the playground game of boys catch girls and vice versa.</span></span></i></span></h2>
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<h2><span><i><span><span><br /></span></span><span><span>&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; My shyness was in full force during that first year of school.&#160; Always kind and soft spoken, willing to interact with everyone in class, but most of the time too introverted to start the conversation.&#160; I loved everyone.<br /></span></span><span><span><br /></span></span><span><span>&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; Now being a woman of forty years, very little of my personality has changed.&#160; I am still shy and introverted, but I have consciously challenged myself to break that shell and it seems I enjoy starting up random conversations, because I realized most of you don&#8217;t bite!</span></span><span><span><br /></span></span><span><span>&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; So where are my classmates now and what are you doing?&#160; What accomplishments have you made since we sat in class together so many years ago? &#160;</span></span><span><span></p>
<div><i><span><span>&#160; &#160; &#160;I wish you all happiness and thank you for many cherished memories!</span></span></i></div>
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										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &quot;helvetica neue&quot; , &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;"><i><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;">&nbsp;<span style="font-weight: normal;">Rifling through a random box in my basement, I encountered this photo of my Gerald Elementary Kindergarten class.&nbsp;&nbsp; There is no reason that it should be kept in the particular box and as I held it in my fingers, my memory had to reach far back in time to recall faces and experiences in Mrs. Reel’s classroom.</span></span></span></i></span></h2><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_N7nk-uERTo/VznYlFFg2UI/AAAAAAAAFhI/9k8I_IzkGsIXqHLGeirlpCWiad584H1OQCLcB/s1600/IMG_2755.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="483" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_N7nk-uERTo/VznYlFFg2UI/AAAAAAAAFhI/9k8I_IzkGsIXqHLGeirlpCWiad584H1OQCLcB/s640/IMG_2755.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &quot;helvetica neue&quot; , &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;"><i style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><span style="font-size: large;"> Mrs. Reel.&nbsp; First off, it seems she was the best teacher of all time, that’s how I recall it to this day as I travel through my memories as a five-year-old little girl.&nbsp; She always seemed patient, even with the few that were always causing trouble in class.&nbsp; Her voice sounded calm and soothing, she introduced us to many fun activities and urged me, but did not push me to come out of my shell.<br /> <o:p></o:p></span></span><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Scanning the faces of our class, many names will not break through the time barrier and surface to the top.&nbsp; Each face brings to light an emotion about how that child make me feel during that year I spent with them.<br /> </span></span><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; All make me smile, whether I remember a kind gesture from the Grob twins or little blond haired Scotty, slumber parties at Dana’s house, or the boys that were always getting into trouble like Jeramey, Jeffery and Dallas!&nbsp; I can’t forget the playground game of boys catch girls and vice versa.</span></span></i></span></h2><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QAlIQKHBSnk/VznY6MpMpYI/AAAAAAAAFhQ/hm3e3CaRzKo82qysXSR82PgbLY2xQNEigCLcB/s1600/IMG_1589.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="271" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QAlIQKHBSnk/VznY6MpMpYI/AAAAAAAAFhQ/hm3e3CaRzKo82qysXSR82PgbLY2xQNEigCLcB/s400/IMG_1589.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &quot;helvetica neue&quot; , &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;"><i style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; My shyness was in full force during that first year of school.&nbsp; Always kind and soft spoken, willing to interact with everyone in class, but most of the time too introverted to start the conversation.&nbsp; I loved everyone.<br /> </span></span><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Now being a woman of forty years, very little of my personality has changed.&nbsp; I am still shy and introverted, but I have consciously challenged myself to break that shell and it seems I enjoy starting up random conversations, because I realized most of you don’t bite!</span></span><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; So where are my classmates now and what are you doing?&nbsp; What accomplishments have you made since we sat in class together so many years ago? &nbsp;</span></span><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I wish you all happiness and thank you for many cherished memories!</span></span></i></div></span></span><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UM5I1bq-uNg/VznY53eBHkI/AAAAAAAAFhM/pqDbHut8xw0KI996OEslK_XFKFfdGvyHgCKgB/s1600/IMG_1588.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="492" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UM5I1bq-uNg/VznY53eBHkI/AAAAAAAAFhM/pqDbHut8xw0KI996OEslK_XFKFfdGvyHgCKgB/s640/IMG_1588.JPG" width="640" /></a></div></span></span></i></span></h2><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="_GoBack"></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div></div>The post <a href="http://careyportell.blogspot.com/2016/05/boys-catch-girls.html">Boys Catch Girls</a> first appeared on <a href="https://careyportell.com">Carey Portell</a>.]]></content:encoded>
					
		
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<h2><span>&#160; &#160;</span><span><i><span><span> </span><span>&#160;<span>Rifling through a random box in my basement, I encountered this photo of my Gerald Elementary Kindergarten class.&#160;&#160; There is no reason that it should be kept in the particular box and as I held it in my fingers, my memory had to reach far back in time to recall faces and experiences in Mrs. Reel&#8217;s classroom.</span></span></span></i></span></h2>
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<p></span></span><span><span><br /></span></span><span><span>&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;</span><span> Mrs. Reel.&#160; First off, it seems she was the best teacher of all time, that&#8217;s how I recall it to this day as I travel through my memories as a five-year-old little girl.&#160; She always seemed patient, even with the few that were always causing trouble in class.&#160; Her voice sounded calm and soothing, she introduced us to many fun activities and urged me, but did not push me to come out of my shell.</p>
<p></span></span><span><span><br /></span></span><span><span>&#160;&#160;&#160; Scanning the faces of our class, many names will not break through the time barrier and surface to the top.&#160; Each face brings to light an emotion about how that child make me feel during that year I spent with them.<br /></span></span><span><span><br /></span></span><span><span>&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; All make me smile, whether I remember a kind gesture from the Grob twins or little blond haired Scotty, slumber parties at Dana&#8217;s house, or the boys that were always getting into trouble like Jeramey, Jeffery and Dallas!&#160; I can&#8217;t forget the playground game of boys catch girls and vice versa.</span></span></i></span></h2>
<div><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QAlIQKHBSnk/VznY6MpMpYI/AAAAAAAAFhQ/hm3e3CaRzKo82qysXSR82PgbLY2xQNEigCLcB/s1600/IMG_1589.JPG"><img border="0" height="271" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QAlIQKHBSnk/VznY6MpMpYI/AAAAAAAAFhQ/hm3e3CaRzKo82qysXSR82PgbLY2xQNEigCLcB/s400/IMG_1589.JPG" width="400"></a></div>
<h2><span><i><span><span><br /></span></span><span><span>&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; My shyness was in full force during that first year of school.&#160; Always kind and soft spoken, willing to interact with everyone in class, but most of the time too introverted to start the conversation.&#160; I loved everyone.<br /></span></span><span><span><br /></span></span><span><span>&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; Now being a woman of forty years, very little of my personality has changed.&#160; I am still shy and introverted, but I have consciously challenged myself to break that shell and it seems I enjoy starting up random conversations, because I realized most of you don&#8217;t bite!</span></span><span><span><br /></span></span><span><span>&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; So where are my classmates now and what are you doing?&#160; What accomplishments have you made since we sat in class together so many years ago? &#160;</span></span><span><span></p>
<div><i><span><span>&#160; &#160; &#160;I wish you all happiness and thank you for many cherished memories!</span></span></i></div>
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										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &quot;helvetica neue&quot; , &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;"><i><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;">&nbsp;<span style="font-weight: normal;">Rifling through a random box in my basement, I encountered this photo of my Gerald Elementary Kindergarten class.&nbsp;&nbsp; There is no reason that it should be kept in the particular box and as I held it in my fingers, my memory had to reach far back in time to recall faces and experiences in Mrs. Reel’s classroom.</span></span></span></i></span></h2><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_N7nk-uERTo/VznYlFFg2UI/AAAAAAAAFhI/9k8I_IzkGsIXqHLGeirlpCWiad584H1OQCLcB/s1600/IMG_2755.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="483" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_N7nk-uERTo/VznYlFFg2UI/AAAAAAAAFhI/9k8I_IzkGsIXqHLGeirlpCWiad584H1OQCLcB/s640/IMG_2755.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &quot;helvetica neue&quot; , &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;"><i style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><span style="font-size: large;"> Mrs. Reel.&nbsp; First off, it seems she was the best teacher of all time, that’s how I recall it to this day as I travel through my memories as a five-year-old little girl.&nbsp; She always seemed patient, even with the few that were always causing trouble in class.&nbsp; Her voice sounded calm and soothing, she introduced us to many fun activities and urged me, but did not push me to come out of my shell.<br /> <o:p></o:p></span></span><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Scanning the faces of our class, many names will not break through the time barrier and surface to the top.&nbsp; Each face brings to light an emotion about how that child make me feel during that year I spent with them.<br /> </span></span><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; All make me smile, whether I remember a kind gesture from the Grob twins or little blond haired Scotty, slumber parties at Dana’s house, or the boys that were always getting into trouble like Jeramey, Jeffery and Dallas!&nbsp; I can’t forget the playground game of boys catch girls and vice versa.</span></span></i></span></h2><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QAlIQKHBSnk/VznY6MpMpYI/AAAAAAAAFhQ/hm3e3CaRzKo82qysXSR82PgbLY2xQNEigCLcB/s1600/IMG_1589.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="271" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QAlIQKHBSnk/VznY6MpMpYI/AAAAAAAAFhQ/hm3e3CaRzKo82qysXSR82PgbLY2xQNEigCLcB/s400/IMG_1589.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &quot;helvetica neue&quot; , &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;"><i style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; My shyness was in full force during that first year of school.&nbsp; Always kind and soft spoken, willing to interact with everyone in class, but most of the time too introverted to start the conversation.&nbsp; I loved everyone.<br /> </span></span><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Now being a woman of forty years, very little of my personality has changed.&nbsp; I am still shy and introverted, but I have consciously challenged myself to break that shell and it seems I enjoy starting up random conversations, because I realized most of you don’t bite!</span></span><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; So where are my classmates now and what are you doing?&nbsp; What accomplishments have you made since we sat in class together so many years ago? &nbsp;</span></span><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I wish you all happiness and thank you for many cherished memories!</span></span></i></div></span></span><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UM5I1bq-uNg/VznY53eBHkI/AAAAAAAAFhM/pqDbHut8xw0KI996OEslK_XFKFfdGvyHgCKgB/s1600/IMG_1588.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="492" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UM5I1bq-uNg/VznY53eBHkI/AAAAAAAAFhM/pqDbHut8xw0KI996OEslK_XFKFfdGvyHgCKgB/s640/IMG_1588.JPG" width="640" /></a></div></span></span></i></span></h2><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="_GoBack"></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div></div>The post <a href="http://careyportell.blogspot.com/2016/05/boys-catch-girls.html">Boys Catch Girls</a> first appeared on <a href="https://careyportell.com">Carey Portell</a>.]]></content:encoded>
					
		
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