Monday, June 14, 2010

Schoolday Memories from 1938

Before you jump to conclusions and think I'm really THAT old and that I've found the fountain of youth, the title of this particular blog refers to memories from before my time. I'm going to share some "schoolday memories" from my Grandma (Wilma) Rich's class autograph book.  In 1938 they had some pretty catchy "yearbook" phrases.  Here are some of my favorites...

Dear Girl Friend,
When you get married and have twins, come over to my house for safety pins.
Yours till the boardwalks,
~Edna Broom

Dear Wilma,
Love many
Trust few
But always
Paddle your
Own canoe
~Mother

Dear Wilma,
When the words that I write here are dim on the page, and the leaves of your album are yellow with age, Remember me kindly and don't forget that wherever we are, I'll remember you yet.
~Joyce 

Dear Wilma,
Remember the school days when you and I were young. We used to sit together and chew each others "GUM." 
Your friend,
~Emma Pauline Cobb

Dearest Wilma,
May your life be like arithmetic,
Your friends added,
Your foes subtracted,
Your joy multiplied,
And your sorrows divided.
Your true friend,
~Margie Munroe

Dear Wilma,
May your life ever-float down the river of time, like a bob-tailed chicken on a sweet-potato vine.
Yours truly,
~Jimmy McConnell

Dear Wilma,
Remember me early
Remember me late
Remember the girl
That stole your date
Your friend,
~Norma Stephens

Dear Wilma,
When you get married, and your old man gets cross; pick up a rolling pin and show him who's boss.
Your friend,
~Lewis Kirkpatrick

Dear Wilma,
A boy's love is much like snuff
Just a little and that's enough
A girl's love is more like gold
Hard to get and hard to hold
Your pal,
~Lenna Malcom

Dear Wilma,
If you get old and ugly
As people sometimes do
Remember that you have a friend
Who's old and ugly too.
Your friend,
~Betty G.

Hope you enjoyed reminiscing of the old days as much as I did!  Feel free to share any that your grandparents/parents might've written in their class autograph books.

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