When I was rooting through my mother’s mementos the other day, I spotted this button. It reminded me that I had this certificate stashed away.
That is from when I was five, and either Miss Edwards or Mrs. Lane certainly had a creative approach to my last name. I don’t know why they didn’t just also call me Betsy and be done with it.
The front of my certificate reminds me very much of the pictures on those old hand fans we used to have in church to try to stay cool. Debby and I were speaking of these just the other day and rating the artistic merits of their depictions of Biblical scenes.
Frankly, I believe that sticking a bunch of hot, sweaty kids inside a building with NO AIR CONDITIONING on summer days in the South was a clever way to plant a concept of the fiery pits of hell in our impressionable brains.
Only without the lukewarm Kool-Aid and sugar cookies.
Oh, I’d forgotten about the hand fans in church!
Plus this post reminds me of the lukewarm, watered down koolaid from vacation bible school.
That Kool-Aid sucked. We had it rough in those days, huh?
We didn’t get Kool-Aid at home, so even watered down tasted good to us. Depends on what you’re used to getting. 😀
I swear I don’t remember drinking anything but tea at home during my childhood. I know that can’t be right, but we had soft drinks in other places, and I never drank milk unless there was Nestle’s Quik to add to it. But I do remember making Kool-Aid popsicles, so we must have had it, right?
can’t serve kool-aid now… too much sugar.
Eh, give ’em water and a crust of bread! 😉
I think no air con on a summer’s day in the American South is my idea of hell.
No offence. :o)
None taken–it’s pretty hellish.