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Do People Truly Never Forget How You Made Them Feel?

When Theresa writes non-fiction, it is always somehow related to an event or something that touched her personal life in some manner.

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Welcome back to school. CC0 Public Doman

I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.

— Maya Angelou

Elementary, My Dear, Girl with the Crooked Smile

A Toothless Smile (Where's a Hairbrush?)

Six years old and missing a tooth.

Six years old and missing a tooth.

My Little Experiment via Elementary School Years

The other day I was thinking about my elementary school years. When I thought back from Kindergarten to the Sixth Grade, I was only able to remember certain memories. I thought of the famous quote referenced above by Maya Angelou.

These thoughts bring to my mind the question of whether certain memories are more vivid than others solely due to how others made us feel, or perhaps a mixture of the environment in which we were at the time, coupled with the people there.

As a result of these thoughts, I conducted my own little experiment based on my memories of elementary school years. As the decades have passed, I realize my memories are fewer than several decades ago. Therefore, it is plausible to note that these few memories I do have left lend themselves to either support or disprove Maya Angelou's quote.

CC0 Public Domain School Supplies

CC0 Public Domain School Supplies

Internal Dialogue

I thought I'd approach the retelling of whatever memories I have of a certain school year by using internal dialogue in lieu of just writing what my memories were of a particular school year.

My Kindergarten Class at Eastway Elementary School

My Kindergarten Class at Eastway Elementary School.  I'm the second one on the first row towards the front.

My Kindergarten Class at Eastway Elementary School. I'm the second one on the first row towards the front.

My Thoughts upon Arriving at My Kindergarten Class

I hope Mama doesn't let go of my hand. I don't want to go in there. There's too much noise. The lights are so bright. Where did all of these little kids come from and who are they? Oh, there's Jimmy Johnson and Andy McCook from my neighborhood. Yuck!

Who is that lady coming over here? She talks soft and is nice. I guess I can go in for a little bit. Maybe it will be okay to let go of Mama's hand.

What do I do now? There are so many toys. I do like that big pink stove.

Oh, good, it's time for milk and a snack. These are big tables. I like those pictures on the wall. Wow, those are the biggest windows I've ever seen. I think I will just look out the windows.

Oh, boy, it's time to go out to the playground and swing. Wait! I can't go down that big hill to get to the swings. No, no, no! I'm too scared.

CC0 Public Domain Chocolate Cake

CC0 Public Domain Chocolate Cake

Fast Forward to the School Fall Festival

I hope I win that big chocolate cake. The music is starting. Around and around we go in this big circle. Oh, the music stopped. I won? Yippie, I can't wait to get home to eat this yummy chocolate cake! There's Mama smiling at me. I know she loves chocolate too.

Conclusion Reached

Obviously, whatever my Kindergarten teacher said to me made me feel less apprehensive about entering the classroom.

First Grade - Wynnton Academy

Wynnton Arts Academy, founded as Wynnton Academy on this site in 1843.

Wynnton Arts Academy, founded as Wynnton Academy on this site in 1843.

Taking the School Bus Across Town

Wynnton Arts Academy, formerly named Wynnton Academy, according to Muscogee County records, is the oldest continuously used school in Georgia, and among the oldest in the country. I was bused all the way across town in the First Grade, despite the fact Eastway Elementary school is located not too far from my then neighborhood. Wynnton Academy is located in the historic part of my home town. I can't complain though, for I was blessed to attend such a fine school. Sadly, however, the historic Wynnton area is now remembered for the brutal murders of elderly women in the late 70s by "The Stocking Strangler."

CC0 Public Domain Back to School.

CC0 Public Domain Back to School.

Southern Magnolia

CC0 Public Domain Southern Magnolia

CC0 Public Domain Southern Magnolia

First Day Memories - That's all I Have

I'm glad I get to sit right next to this window. That tree is so big with giant white flowers on it. Even the leaves are so big and shiny. It's so shady here. I like this big white building.

Huh, what? Oh, no, what did the teacher ask me? Um, I'll just start singing that silly song too ...

Boop boop dit-tem dat-tem what-tem Chu!
Boop boop dit-tem dat-tem what-tem Chu!
Boop boop dit-tem dat-tem what-tem Chu!

And they swam and they swam all over the dam.

Conclusion Reached

Apparently, I felt humiliated by not paying attention to what was going on in the classroom due to my fascination with the building's architecture, which is unusual for such a young child. Oddly enough, I have no memories of First Grade except that first day.

CC0 Public Domain Vintage Chalk Dust

CC0 Public Domain Vintage Chalk Dust

Wesley Heights Elementary School

Wesley Heights Elementary School  is the school I attended in the Second and Fourth Grades.

Wesley Heights Elementary School is the school I attended in the Second and Fourth Grades.

The Wicked Witch of the West from the Wizard of OZ

The Wicked Witch of the West from the Wizard of OZ

First Day of School

My brother is only one year younger than I am. He was a bit of a runt growing up, until he hit the high school years, and then finally sprouted up tall.

The sun was shining in our eyes on that first day of school.

First day of school.  That's my brother, Ed, or Eddie, as we used to call him as a child, who is a year younger than I am. I don't look too happy. Apparently, my mother loved plaid dresses. Looks like I am wearing a drooping rose corsage ...

First day of school. That's my brother, Ed, or Eddie, as we used to call him as a child, who is a year younger than I am. I don't look too happy. Apparently, my mother loved plaid dresses. Looks like I am wearing a drooping rose corsage ...

My Second Grade Teacher, The Wicked Witch of the South

I don't want to go to school today. Maybe if I tell Mama I have another stomach ache she will let me stay home again.

Oh, no, here comes that mean ole witch of a teacher. Why is she so mean? I know she will make the children cry again today, but not me, I will never cry! I wonder if she is the Wicked Witch of the West's sister. Wow, her black witch hair is sure high up on top of her head. Maybe a crow lives in there. Her eyes are mean looking too. Hmm, her face is not green like her sister's face though. Well, I guess she's really not ugly like a witch, even if she is real bony looking. And I don't see a broom anywhere.

Why does she like to make us all feel bad and stupid? Oh, no, poor Cyndi is going to cry again. I'm so sad for all of my friends here in this classroom. I wish I could just cover my ears so I don't have to hear all of the mean talk and crying all day long.

Those big words she is wanting us to learn to spell are almost as long as the alphabet! Does she think we are big kids in the older kids' grades? I don't think those words are even real words. Eeks, the Wicked Witch of the South is raising that one eyebrow at me!

Our Three-Legged Dog Brownie would Follow Us to this School

  • Ode to Our Three-Legged Dog
    This Ode is written from true accounts of my childhood about a three-legged yellow lab who adopted us as his family.

One Precious Memory

The bell rang! It's time to go home. I hope Brownie is okay. He is the best dog ever to wait for us all day long on the playground under that big tree. There he is! What a good boy. I sure hope Eddie hurries up and comes so we can get out of here before that wicked witch gets us and our dog too!

Conclusion Reached

Sadly, as relates to my Second Grade school year experiences, this little experiment does validate that my memories are based solely on how the teacher made me feel by the words she used. Although I don't remember any specific words she said, I will always remember how she made me feel. I have no doubt that every other child remembers how she made them feel too. I'm glad I don't recall her name.

CC0 Public Domain Back to School

CC0 Public Domain Back to School

Finally, a Teacher to Love

I can't wait to get to school today! I feel so safe around Mrs. Jackson. I love her hugs. She smells like warm cookies and cocoa. Mrs. Jackson is the best teacher ever! I like listening to her kind voice. Mrs. Jackson has to be one of the smartest people on the whole planet. I can't wait to get home and tell Mama what I learned today. Learning is so much fun because of Mrs. Jackson.

I wonder how old Mrs. Jackson is because her hair is all gray. I bet Mrs. Jackson is the best grandmother too, if she is one. I never thought I would be almost as tall as a grown up. Mrs. Jackson is so tiny.

I wish Mrs. Jackson could be my teacher every year.

A Funny Little Song

I have no idea where dear Mrs. Jackson came up with the following silly song, but we all loved it. I did a search for it on the Internet, but of course, it was to no avail. Maybe it was a song she made up or maybe she married a garbage man.

My man's a garbage man;

He cleans the garbage cans.

He smells like garbage too,

Phew, I say he do.

Some day in future life,

I'm going to be his wife ...

How in the world did you find that out?

He asked me to!

— Mrs. Jackson

I do not recall ever having Michael in any of my future grades in school. However, I just know in my heart he turned out to be a good man in this life. Thank you for being you, Michael!

Third Grade just Kept Getting Better

I don't feel like running this 50 yard dash race. My side always gets that sharp pain in it and then it's hard for me to breathe.

What? Who's calling my name? Oh, it's that boy Michael with the nice brown hair and pretty blue eyes. He has a nice smile too. What is he saying to me? Oh, he's wanting me to win the race! Gosh, I will try my best. Oh, no, the race is about to start. I hope I can run fast today. He is still calling my name! Why is my heart fluttering? Why is he smiling at me and being nice? I feel special.

On your mark, get set, go! Oh, boy, I am winning so far ...but wait, who is that coming up behind me? Almost there! Ouch; there's that bad pain in my side. Oh, no, that other girl beat me! I'm so embarrassed. I can't look at Michael. Huh? Michael is still clapping for me. Maybe I can look at him. He's still smiling at me and saying something nice. My face feels hot.

CC0 Public Domain Blonde School Girl

CC0 Public Domain Blonde School Girl

Conclusion Reached

Thankfully, Third Grade proved to support Maya's quote, in that my memories of dear Mrs. Jackson and Michael proved to hold true as to remembering just how these amazing persons made me feel, although I do not recall specifically what they said to me.

Arithmetic is what We Called Math back in the Day

CC0 Public Domain Arithimetic

CC0 Public Domain Arithimetic

No Plaid this Time - Wow, Red? (Still Crooked Bangs and Crooked Smile Though)

There are those crooked bangs with that crooked smile. I don't have a clue why the background is cut out in that shape.

There are those crooked bangs with that crooked smile. I don't have a clue why the background is cut out in that shape.

Fourth Grade

I'm so confused. Where is the next classroom I'm supposed to go to now? I'm so late for this class. It is too crowded. I can't barely get inside! Why does that boy keep pulling on that girl's braids? He is mean. I don't like this classroom.

It's too hot to go out to that huge dirt football field with no trees or anything for shade. Hmm, potato sack races ...maybe that will be fun. I miss Michael from Third Grade.

Oh, gosh, all of these kids are talking about Nixon and whether he will be President. They sound like parents talking. Boring!

Why are only girls going into the cafeteria to watch a film? What is this all about? That is the most disgusting thing I've ever heard of in my life! I don't want that to happen to me! Right now, I really do not care to know of all of this stuff that's going to happen to my body. I'm just a little girl.

Conclusion Reached

Obviously, Fourth Grade was a strange year for me, more so about the circumstances than anyone leaving any type of impression on me as far as how they made me feel. It seems it was a transitional year for me with a lot of growing pains.

CC0 Public Domain School Bus

CC0 Public Domain School Bus

A Castle or a School

Boy, this sure is a long bus ride to another school I've never been to before. I don't even know what part of town I'm in!

Is this the school? Wow, it's as big as a castle! Whew, it's hot inside this school. Look at all those giant wooden stairs inside. Gosh, we have to walk up and down these all day long. How many stories are there in this school? Let's see, two, three, four! Oh, there's one underground too. Wow, five stories tall! Cool.

What is this rickety thing? Oh, must be some sort of elevator. I think only teachers are supposed to go on it. I'm really not sure I want to go on that thing. Well, here goes nothing. Where am I now? Oh, there's my English classroom.

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CC0 Public Domain

Happiness is Singing a fun Song

Wonder why the music teacher is wearing dark sunglasses inside? Wow, he sure can play the piano! I love singing songs and hearing the piano. Music is my favorite class, well, besides reading and art.

Aw, he is a blind teacher. I've never known of a blind person before. How does he know where to go? That cane seems to help him to get around pretty good. I know, I will close my eyes to see how it feels. Oh, it must be so hard to not be able to see all the pretty things like the blue sky, trees, green grass, flowers and your Mama's face. I would want to know how to play music too if I were blind. I think that would make me so happy.

I love that song, "Zippety, Do Dah" because it makes me happy and smile a lot thinking about a blue bird on my shoulder.

Dr. Seuss

Dr. Seuss

Adventures with Sam

Hooray, it's time to go back to my homeroom class and listen to Mrs. Nix read that wonderful book she picked out, "My Side of the Mountain." I'm glad we are allowed to rest our heads on our desks while Mrs. Nix is reading to us. I wonder what adventure Sam will be up to today! Turtle soup? Oh, I can't think about having to make turtle soup and then eat it. Gulp ...

One of My Favorite Books

Enjoying the Adventures of Pippi

Yay, it's time for English and Reading! I'm so happy my teacher told me about Pippi Longstocking. She sure stands up for herself and she is kind of like me, real skinny and awkward looking, but still cool in her own way.

Weighing In

What is that thing in the middle of the classroom? Hmm. Oh, we have to be weighed for some reason. Well, I already know I am too skinny and tall. God made my legs so long. Oh, it's my turn. Why is Mrs. Nix looking funny at the other teacher in the room? I guess I do not weigh what she thinks I should weigh. I feel ashamed now ...

Puppy Love

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CC0 Public Doman

Puppy Love in the Fifth Grade

There's that cute boy, Alvin Lang. He has such nice hair, a big smile and is just so cool. His name is so different than everybody else's. Why is he coming over to me? Oh, he is asking me about my last name. Wow, he actually noticed that my last name is close to his first name, except for one letter! He is smiling at me now. I feel like skipping down the sidewalk.

Inspirational softball quotes

Inspirational softball quotes

Time for Softball

I'm glad I'm way out here in the outfield because surely no one will hit the ball way out here.

First batter up ...what? Wow, that ball is coming right at me way out here! Oh, oh, no, where did it go? I can't see it. The sun is in my eyes. Oh, there it is! I'm scared, but I will try my best to catch the ball. Oops, it bounced on the ground way in front of me so high ...

Ouch ...what happened? My forehead is hurting. I'm so dizzy. Why is everyone running towards me? I need to sit down ...Oh, I'm so embarrassed. I can't believe I let that ball smack me in the middle of my forehead. Now, no one is going to want me on their team.


Conclusion Reached

Fifth Grade offered an interesting environment, situations and a lot of new interesting people with whom to interact. I believe Maya's quote holds true as relates to my Fifth Grade school year and how both Mrs. Nix and Alvin Lang made me feel, but with dramatically different feelings.

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CC0 Public Domain

That's me; the girl with the crooked smile.  The photo is old and has specs, as you will note.

That's me; the girl with the crooked smile. The photo is old and has specs, as you will note.

Sixth Grade

Poor Craig and his little brother. I don't know if I'm going to be able to look at Craig today in that lunchroom celebration. I wonder if he even wants to come back to school right at the end of the school year? I hate that bad man for running over Craig and his little brother! I hate him! Why, why, why did that bad man try to drive his truck when he was drunk? It was not an accident. They were just riding their bicycles on the side of the road and he ran over them and didn't even stop! He just kept dragging them under his truck for a long time. I feel like I might throw up.

I wonder if Craig lived because he is so short? I wish that dumb man never got into that truck that day. I'm so scared now when I walk home and have to walk through that long place on Buena Vista Road where they were hurt. I will always know to watch out for cars though.

It's time to go to the lunchroom. I am not going to stare at Craig. I wonder if they had to shave off all of that blond hair. I remember Craig has big blue eyes. The teacher said Craig has a lot of scars on his face which does not matter to me at all. I just hope Craig knows how much we all love him and hope he feels better now and can be happy somehow. Maybe God erased that bad day from Craig's mind. I think I will just sit here in the back of the lunchroom. Wow, there are a lot of people here. Oh, Craig is turning around in his seat? He is looking at me straight in my eyes. His eyes are so sad. I am not going to turn away because I don't want him to think I think he looks ugly with all those scars on his face. He just keeps on looking at me without turning away. I hope he can tell I don't care about those scars on his face. Where did everyone else go? Oh, they're still here, I think. Ahh, Craig smiled at me and turned around! Whew ...

Love of Poetry

I wonder what poem we will be reading today! I really love reading William Woodsworth's poem, "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud," and studying Robert Frost's poems, "The Road not Taken" and "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening," and Edgar Alan Poe's poem, "The Raven"!

I will have to be sure to tell Mama that we are studying a lot of the poems she recited to us growing up! I think that will make her smile.

Love note

Love note

In Memory of Clifford Gainous

Sadly, that boy in my class, Clifford Gainous, who tried to give me a love note, was killed during a robbery at the age of 16 while working at Pritchett's Kitchenette on Buena Vista Road. The robber shot him in cold blood. The case is still unsolved.

I'm sorry, Clifford, for not reading your love note to me in Sixth Grade. Maybe I will see you again one day, and you can tell me what you wrote to me.

Check Yes or No

Huh? I hope that boy does not thump that little football note to me! Oh, no ...He did! I don't want to read what he wrote to me. My face feels so hot. I know; I will just thump it back to him. Yes, good idea! I don't want to hurt his feelings or anything, but he is embarrassing me to death by doing that right here in class.

He did it again! What do I do now? I will just send it right back to him. Oh, now he thinks it's funny and he wants to keep playing. Oops, here comes the teacher!

Oh, no, the teacher has the note. I hope she doesn't read it!

Football-Shaped Love Notes

Time for the Science Fair

CC0 Public Domain Science Technology

CC0 Public Domain Science Technology

What Happened to my Science Project?

I worked so hard on my science project for the Science Fair this year. I can't wait to see what place I am in!

Hmm, that's weird; I don't see my project anywhere in this cafeteria! What happened to it? I'm so upset. Why doesn't anyone know where it is?

Wait a minute ...there it is! Whose name is on it? That's my project! That person stole my project!!!

Conclusion Reached

Sixth Grade was an emotional roller coaster of a ride with all that was going on from the reality of a drunk driver almost killing my classmate and his brother, and then the receipt, or attempt of receipt, of love notes, and finally with my science project being stolen and not one person in authority at the school coming to my defense. I felt a wide-range of emotions from great sadness, empathy, embarrassment, and disappointment.

I made my sister feel left out.

That's me, wearing a white sweater, on the front left holding a puppy.  My sister who is five years younger than me is to the front right and not holding a puppy.  My brother is behind her. The rest are friends.

That's me, wearing a white sweater, on the front left holding a puppy. My sister who is five years younger than me is to the front right and not holding a puppy. My brother is behind her. The rest are friends.

Just a couple of years ago, my middle sister came to visit with us. We were looking through old photos and we came upon this particular photo to the right here. I remember feeling happy about the puppies.

I asked my sister did she remember that day or was she too young to remember. She remembered, and what she remembered made me feel so sad for her and a huge pang stabbed my heart. She told me she remembered that we wouldn't let her hold a puppy. I was shocked to hear that from her, and I told her I was so sorry for not allowing her to hold a puppy and making her feel left out that day.

It's amazing the feelings photographs can bring out. A particular day or event may have long since left our mind, but the moment we see that photograph, whatever feelings we were feeling all come flooding back.

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Ask Yourself this Question

When someone thinks of me, how will their memory of me make them feel?

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Oops ...don't fret, just make new memories with them, if at all possible. It's never too late to change one's heart when interacting with others.


Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on February 23, 2020:

Wow, Shan ... those are some doozies there! Thank you for sharing here. I can certainly understand how and why those incidents would stick in your mind and why you would remember how they made you feel.

Shannon Henry from Texas on February 10, 2020:

Maybe it's because of my last rather recent visit here, but I was reminded of this hub today when a friend of mine posted on FB. She was talking about the very few memories she has from about third grade and earlier in that post and asked what others remember from elementary school.

We went to the same school and one thing we both recall is when a second-grade teacher died in the middle of the school year from a terrible farming accident. Neither one of us had that teacher full time, but she had her for a reading class.

There was another accident in which someone's breaks went out or something and the driver ran over the curve and straight up onto school property shortly after school had let out. He hit a child and a grandmother. I think he killed one of them. My dad had been parked in the path, waiting on me just minutes before that. I can't remember what grade that happened in though.

I remembered that I didn't like the second grade teacher I had at all. She yelled at me for using too much glue and staples when I had this silly notion to rub dried glue off my hand into a pouch I created out of paper. I thought the glue reminded me of erasers. She also got mad because I didn't write my 9's to her satisfaction.

Around third grade, one of my best friends became jealous of a new friend I'd made. I was oblivious to her jealousy until she told me she didn't like the girl because she thought she was trying to steal me. Guess maybe that was my first lesson on being more considerate of others.

I also recalled a lunch lady that was especially warm and kind. Lunch monitor, I guess. She didn't make the food or serve it. But they had people who watched the kids in lieu of teachers and that watched us on recess after we finished eating lunch. She let me wrap inside her jacket with her one day when I was cold and didn't have my coat, for some reason.

Anyway, her memories are interesting, too...She told of one about a friend's big sister cornering her in the hall and telling her not to play with her sister anymore or she'd get her. So she didn't play with that friend anymore. Talk about remembering something because of how it made someone feel.

I'll shut up now because I could go on about the few random memories I have from third grade and earlier in relation to school or in general, for that matter. LOL

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on January 19, 2020:

Hi Shan! Hahaha ... yes, that does sound odd now. Well, I actually do not remember all of my elementary school teachers’ names, so you’re doing well to remember all of your teachers’ names, but you are much younger than I! What’s funnier is that I remember less names from Junior High and High schools ... glad I have my Year Books to help me out.

I think a lot of people actually think about this topic, maybe not so much in the same context I have here, but when pondering certain memories and just how strong of an emotion is produced still, even after almost a lifetime ago.

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on January 19, 2020:

Hi Bill! Thank you for returning to this article ... um, little experiment of mine from my elementary school years. I’m glad you enjoyed it! It’s funny how our brains work, remembering certain things in detail, and then forgetting other details. Yes, I think it’s those particular memories that stick in our minds because of how they made us feel, whether good or not so good. Funny that my brain chooses to not remember my second grade teacher’s name ... you know, the wicked witch of the south hahaha. I believe I blocked her name out of my mind! I was shy too, so I understand.

Shannon Henry from Texas on January 18, 2020:

Funny you should make this particular hub reappear in my notifications, Bill, because it fits in nicely with the hub of mine we were discussing. Only problem is that those feelings were more ongoing and not necessarily specific to the topic at hand. How people make me feel was on my mind, though. Oh, and, it amazes me when people can't remember their elementary teachers' names. They're the only ones I can remember every one of.

Still an excellent hub, Faith! (It's been a while since I called you that. LOL)

Bill Holland from Olympia, WA on January 18, 2020:

I had to read this again because I liked it so much the first time. It blows me away that you remember the names of your teachers in grade school. I remember two of them...Mrs. Brown in 4th Grade and Sr. Mary Charles in 2nd....that's it! Evidently the other six had no lasting importance for me. :) And I don't remember very many specific moments from grade school. I remember getting picked on a lot, and being in a lot of fights....I remember being teased because I was so shy...and thinking girls were from another planet. lol Anyway, loved this the second time through.

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on October 27, 2019:

Thank you, again, Kenneth. I appreciate your kind words about this hub and my writing.

God bless

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on September 17, 2017:

Yes, Jackie, they were the thing back then I guess hahaha ... no, I never picked my own clothes out either.

Jackie Lynnley from the beautiful south on September 17, 2017:

I had so many plaid dresses too, I guess they were just popular. I never picked out my own clothes back then did you?

Kenneth Avery on August 07, 2017:

Hey, Faith Reaper,

May I, with your permission, submit this comment to you in the only way that I can: my truly rural, living in the sticks, saying "ain't," and "ya'll," but really speaking from my heart?

"You Rock!" (this is a condensed comment concerning this hub and how well-written it was by one of the most prolific writers on HP."

Love you, FR.

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on August 07, 2017:

Hi Kenneth, Thank you. Oh, there's no telling how many times I've done the very same thing hahaha ...

God bless

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on August 07, 2017:

Hi Dear Shan! You certainly make me feel special every time you pop in with your most kind comments to encourage and inspire, sweetie. I know I've missed out on a ton of amazing writing by all of the fabulous writers here in HP Town, including you, Shan, because of my prolonged absence. I'm not necessarily back here on HP, but did want to say thank you to all those who have taken the time to return here and leave thoughtful comments. I do hope and pray that here in the near future life slows down enough to allow me to read more and write again on HubPages, for I certainly miss the interaction with my writer friends!

I think of you often. Love, Theresa

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on July 31, 2017:

Hi Dear Mike!

You are kind to revisit and leave a comment. Yes, I'm well ... just way too busy in this life and so my online presence has suffered, but so happy to see familiar faces here! Since I've been away for a spell, I certainly have had a lot of new life experiences I could write about to say the least Hahaha. Well, I'm laughing so that's a good thing.

Our precious Maria recently sent me a thoughtful card. I'm glad I'm not forgotten by a few here, which means the world to me. I'm sure many may have wondered if I had gone on to Glory, but I'm still here trying to figure out what God wants me doing for Him.

Peace and blessings, dear man

Kenneth Avery from Hamilton, Alabama on July 30, 2017:

Hi, Faith Reaper,

As per your comment about Jackie, I apologize, and without any reason except for human ignorance, You are also a Very Talented Writer and I mean that 100% heart-felt.

Write soon.

Shannon Henry from Texas on July 30, 2017:

Twice today that this hub comes up.Good to see you back on HP! It is always a pleasure see hour smiling fact and sweet comments around here. No one here ever forgets how you make them feel.

mckbirdbks from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas on July 30, 2017:

Hello Teresa - So nice to see a notification from HP leading me back to your writing. Hope all is well.

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on July 30, 2017:

Hi Kenneth,

Thank you for stopping by to read here. Glad you enjoyed it. I agree with you 100% that Jackie is one of the finest writers here on HubPages! However, you are reading a Faith Reaper hub.

God bless you

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on July 30, 2017:

Hi Jackie,

Thank you so much for visiting here again and so glad you enjoyed reading again. I'm happy you are publishing your "Hear that Whisle Blow" series again for they are wonderful stories.

God bless

Kenneth Avery from Hamilton, Alabama on July 28, 2017:


Briefly, here is my response to your terrific hub.

I enjoyed your hub (as usual) due to it being written by one of the finest HP hubbers around.

I also enjoyed all of the others' comments.

Keep up the great work.

Write me soon.

Jackie Lynnley from the beautiful south on July 28, 2017:

This was great and though I have read it before it has been awhile. I remember so much about school, I really should get it all down some day to go over when perhaps my memory is not so good.

Voted in your poll!

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on October 24, 2016:

Hi Dear Martie,

Thank you for joining in on my little experiment here with my elementary school years and putting those memories to the test with Maya's quote. Her quote seems to ring true in my case and the memories I hold.

Yes, I believe I was and maybe am still too sensitive too.

You are too kind ...especially with the snaggle tooth photo and unkept hair. Haha.


Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on October 24, 2016:

Oh, Patricia,

You are so kind to think of me and so many others, especially with all you have going on with your adorable grandson, Heston and all. He is such a trooper. I pray God sends His angels to be encamped around you and yours at all times, bringing you comfort and peace.

I have a lot going on with family too, and as long as we all continue to hang on to each other in love with the help of the good Lord, we'll all be just fine.


Martie Coetser from South Africa on October 24, 2016:

Precious memories! When I read my diaries, I realize that I've always been the way I am now. Even all the knowledge and experience I have obtained through-out the years have not changed me. I've been accused of being over-sensitive since I can remember. So, in my case Maya Angelou's statement is God's truth.

Your were so cute and pretty, dear FaithReaper :)

Patricia Scott from North Central Florida on October 22, 2016:

Hi Just stopping by to say I have been thinking of you and hoping all is well in your little corner of the world. I have not been here so much but think highly of so many of you special people here and wanted you to know you are thought of kindly.

Angels are on the way to you this morning. ps

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on September 25, 2016:

Hi Stella,

Thank you for reading of my memories of my elementary schools years to validate Maya's quote.

I'll never understand why I had to attend so many different schools when we lived at the same house throughout my elementary school years and into high school. We had Eastway Elementary not too far off and I don't see why I couldn't have gone there the entire time.

Oh, I've heard those nuns can be brutal diciplinarians...


stella vadakin from 3460NW 50 St Bell, Fl32619 on September 25, 2016:

Faith, I enjoyed reading your hub about Elementary school. You were lucky to go to so many different schools, you had no time to get to use to one school. I can fully identify with the second grade stuff,I had my own Witch Nun. Stella

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on September 17, 2016:

Thank you so much, Flourish. It was quite a surprise to win this year, especially under a new niche site being I only have a couple of hubs in sites lol.

Aw, that is such a sweet thing to say.

You are so kind, sweet friend.

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on September 17, 2016:

Hi Dear Kim,

I remember reading your lovely comment of three days ago, but cannot understand why I did not respond? I must have gotten a phone call or something. I apologize.

Oh, yes, Dear Skye was an angel right here on this Earth. She had a gift to know how to make all feel special.

I'm glad you love this hub, especially being I almost didn't publish it for fear of boring readers. I did my best to try to add as much interest as possible.

Although my Dad was in the U.S. Army, we did not move and grew up in the same city, but I sure was bused to all different schools throughout my elementary school years and meeting new kids and environments too.

Thank you for sharing here too.

Peace and blessings, sweet friend

FlourishAnyway from USA on September 17, 2016:

Congratulations on your Hubbie! Well deserved! You are a wonderful friend to us all.

ocfireflies from North Carolina on September 14, 2016:

Dear Faith,

First, so sorry to hear of the passing of a fellow hubber and so grateful for you to remember her for all of us.

Second, I LOVE THIS HUB! Before my parents bought the store, we lived away for a few years. We moved every time my daddy was promoted, so it felt like every time I turned around, I was the new kid in a new school having to try so hard to fit in.

Finally, just thank you for sharing your experiences. Your presentation, as always: stellar!

Blessings Always,


Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on September 11, 2016:

Hi Deb,

Yes, I'm surprised at the small amount of memories I had left of my elementary school years, and especially what are the specific memories, which, for the most part, do lend themselves to support Maya's quote.

I'm glad this write gave you a little glimpse into a very small aspect of my life.

I hope all is well up there on Boomers Lake.

Deb Hirt from Stillwater, OK on September 11, 2016:

What an assortment of memories, some good, others not so good. Thanks for sharing your life and your thoughts with us. I feel like I know you a little better now.

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on September 05, 2016:

Hi Lovely Paula,

What a lovely treat to see you popping in this morning, and I'm glad to see your lovely face, although I do love "Maxine" too, and she was a good stand-in until your lovely self was ready to reappear.

Yes, it does seem to be the case, as far as how people have treated us and that correlation to our memories.

I hear you loud and clear about "her" ...for POTUS ...not! Your comment reminds me that I need to choose a "Best" answer to my hot topic question, but with so many wonderful answers, it will be difficult.

I hope you are enjoying a peaceful Labor Day without much "labor" involved.

Peace always

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on September 05, 2016:

Hi Cynthia, I'm thrilled to hear that you are working on coming back to HP! I look forward to what you have to offer after being away.

You have a lot to share in your writings.

I appreciate you reading here and your comments certainly add much to the topic of this hub, especially from first-hand experience, sadly. I just know you are the best teacher ever out there and especially to those children who have had it a bit rough in this sometimes brutal life. You are making a difference in the lives of those little ones and I know they will never forget you!

Thank you for the lovely comment towards me. You're the best!

I hope you are enjoying a peaceful Labor Day.

Suzie from Carson City on September 05, 2016:

Theresa.....I see that everyone here agrees that none of us forget when we are loved, respected & treated well by others.

Well, All of us except for Hillary. Hillary has a problem with her memory, with paying attention, being cautious & protective of classified info, of what she said to whom, when and why & what lies she told to cover for the lies she told last month. Poor woman.

It must be difficult & confusing to be Hillary. Perhaps we should make her POTUS. Love & hugs to you!

Cynthia Calhoun from Western NC on September 05, 2016:

Hi there! Am working on making a bit of a "comeback" on HP. LOL. Anyways, good to see you!

Working in education, I am *always* thinking about how I make other students feel.

And what a neat kindergarten photo up there!

My kindergarten class...well...I probably wasn't the easiest of kids to teach: I'd recently been adopted by my grandparents and had a sort of traumatic early childhood. I recall being sent to the corner at least a few times in kindergarten. One time the teacher sent me to the corner and said she'd forgotten about me.

I still remember that, 31 years later. I don't think she liked me much.

If she did, she didn't make me feel that way. :\

So now that I work with students, even when disciplining them, I try to remember always how I felt when an adult didn't understand me or what was going on with me.

I work with high-poverty Latino students who have had it rough. And sometimes they act out. It helps knowing that they can't control it what with all the chaos.

Thank you for bringing this to light. Keep on shining YOUR light. :)

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on August 31, 2016:

Hi ChitrangadaSharan,

You are so kind to return here to read again. Wow, I really appreciate the "outstanding"! I'm thrilled you love the presentation as I tried my best to add interest to just telling my memories of my elementary school years.

Peace and blessings always!

Chitrangada Sharan from New Delhi, India on August 31, 2016:

Came back to read your evergreen hub another time ! This is so relevant for everyone at all times. Love your presentation-- You include so many details in one single hub .

Simply outstanding! Thanks and have a blessed day!

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on August 25, 2016:

Hi Beautiful Jo, I sure have missed you here in HP Town!

I'm so happy to see your smiling face popping in here. I love your new hair style, well, it is new to me.

Oh, I know, about precious Sky ...but I choose to celebrate the special and beautiful person she was here on this Earth, who blessed so many. I know without a doubt she has gone on to her true home to be with the Lord God, who she loved so much. Yes, Sky was one of a kind indeed. I will never forget her and her powerful testimony.

I'm so glad you found this hub to be heartwarming. Ah, you are too kind in your commenting.

I pray you have been well and I hope to see you publishing here soon.

(((Hugs))) and much love to you, sweet friend

Jo_Goldsmith11 on August 24, 2016:

I am so overwhelmed with many emotions. I can't believe Sky is gone! :(

I really enjoyed her writing and the unique way she could teach someone something. The way that still made you feel good about yourself.

She was truly one of a kind. God Bless her and allow her to visit us as a muse from time to time.

All the wonderful recollection of childhood with the cutest pictures is really heartwarming to read. I have missed reading your work of Love.

Your steadfast personality of a heart of an Angel from heaven walking daily in grace.

Awesome read. Hugs and blessings dear woman...

((((((( Ms. Faith Reaper )))))))))

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on August 21, 2016:

Hi Glenn,

I'm so glad you found this relatable! Yes, it does to hold true about remembering how others made us feel as opposed to exactly what was said. So, you have confirmed Maya's quote to hold true too.

Aw, that is too sweet about your parents calling you almost every day to check on you, even though it was humiliating for you. I've had plenty of humiliating experiences during my school year, especially Junior High and High School, but being I was focusing on the elementary years here, I did not include those memories.

I do understand about your teacher who had a lisp for sure.

Thank you for your kind comments as relate to the pictures I've included here. Yes, the girl with the crooked smile and crooked bangs, and I should have included the girl who walked a crooked mile(s). Hahaha

I appreciate you reading and leaving interesting comments which had much to the topic of this hub.

Glenn Stok from Long Island, NY on August 21, 2016:

I can relate to your experiment. As I was reading I also remembered my first day at Kindergarten. I also was so afraid since I had no idea what to expect. But, same as you, the thing I remember is how the teacher made me feel. I have no recollection of what she said. I just remember how I felt.

Another example is when I was away at sleep-away camp. My parents would call almost every day to see how I was. It was announced over the PA that I had a phone call. The other kids made fun of me. That was very humiliating. That's all I remember. I can't remember what they spoke about. I just remember feeling humiliated.

So your point is proven without a doubt. Feelings are definitely remembered more so than what people do or say.

That part about having a blind teacher really hit home for me. I never forget a teacher I had who spoke with a lisp. Not the same thing of course, but it's another example of something that we had strong feelings about and never forgot.

The pictures you included were great. They added a nice touch to your narrative. You were so cute with that crooked smile!

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on August 20, 2016:

Hi there, funny man, Kenneth,

Haha, I never would have dreamt that you would appear here to greet me. How could I ever forget you, the very man who left over 30+ comments on my Winter ponderings hub!

Thank you for the surprise visit and leaving such enthusiastic comments. I'm glad you enjoyed this hub.

Peace and blessings

Kenneth Avery from Hamilton, Alabama on August 19, 2016:

Helllloooooo, Faith!

When you awoke this morning did you ever dream that "I" would appear on one of your masterfully-written and designed hubs?

No. Your eyes are not deceiving you. It is me. I do hope that you remember me.

I LOVED this hub. The lay-out, graphics, the tone, the thesis-style of writing. It captured my attention and kept it.

I must add that I loved the photos of YOU. Faith, you were then and now a Very Pretty Girl!

God's truth!

Just thought I would pay you a surprise visit.

Now I must fly away. Write me soon and please do not forget me.

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on August 18, 2016:

Hi Vellur,

Thank you for reading and checking out my little experiment. I came up with using my elementary school years for this experiment because they were from long ago and in just focusing on the seven years, it helped to narrow down the scope of whatever memories I have to help validate, or not, Maya's quote.

It seems one does remember how others made you feel as opposed to maybe remembering exactly what someone may have said to you.

I do love looking at old photos as it is amazing how a flood of memories return and I remember exactly how I felt.

I'm glad you like my photo choices here.

Nithya Venkat from Dubai on August 18, 2016:

Photographs bring back a flood of memories, and we relive those moments when we see them. School has been a mixture of happy and not so happy experiences for me. Some teachers good and some not so great and what we undergo in school always stay with us for life. Great photos and thank you for sharing your experiences.

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on August 08, 2016:

Hi Dear Cynthia,

I'm happy you found this to be creative, especially being I almost did not publish it because I thought it may be too boring. I did try to add a bit of creativity to each grade's few memories to add more interest.

Aw, that is such a sweet comment from you. I appreciate you so much, sweet lady.

I hope you are enjoying a peaceful evening.


Cynthia Zirkwitz from Vancouver Island, Canada on August 08, 2016:

Dear Theresa-- You have a wonderful memory for the "feeling details" of childhood and I know that that has served you well with your own children and grandchildren. And yes, your empathy was extremely well-developed for a young child-- honed back then so that you are, as you describe Patti, "one of those special persons who made you feel loved and special each and every time she left one of her heartfelt comments on your hubs". I thoroughly enjoyed tripping down your Memory Lane with you. What a creative undertaking!

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on July 29, 2016:

Hi Dear Sha,

I'm so happy you really enjoyed reading here! You make me feel so much better about not remembering but only so few memories too. I know, for me, as more of the decades seem to pass, the less memories I have, especially names. However, I do remember how a particular person or persons made me feel.

It seems this piece has everyone thinking way back to those school days of long ago or special memories of when someone from the past just shows up out of the blue and tells the person they will never forget them for how they made them feel.

That is so wonderful you have happy memories of friends and life during those particular school years. Thank you for sharing.

Honestly, I truly racked my brain trying to recall every single memory I had of elementary school years, and these are it! I wanted to be sure to write of every little memory no matter how insignificant in order that my little experiment produced accurate results as to the validity of Maya's quote.

Having said all of that, however, after I published this hub, two other memories surfaced which really had to do with my empathy towards others. I might as well share them. One memory that did come to my mind is of Fifth Grade and a black boy who was in my class. He was the only black boy in the entire school! Keeping in mind I was bused clear to the other side of town to the old "castle" school. Anyway, I remember this boy having the saddest big eyes I've ever seen and I never heard him speak one word the entire year. When all of us other students were getting on the buses to go home, I would see this boy walking all by himself into the neighborhood around the school. I remember feeling compassion for him because he seemed sad all the time and I wondered whether he had a happy family to go home to and friends in his neighborhood. When he looked my way, I was sure to give him a smile. Well, that's it for that little memory.

The other memory is so silly and insignificant, but it was of a boy named George in Sixth Grade. I remember his last name but I will not share it as we went on to high school together. Anyway, I remember that George was such a very thin boy and I seem to also remember being concerned if he had enough to eat, although I was a very thin child too. I am a people watcher or just really observant of others' behavior. One day in English class I noticed George did not look too well and started squirming and shaking in his seat. The teacher announced that if anyone needed to go to the restroom before the test, they had better go right then. No one had gotten up to go, but I remember poor George looking as if he had needed to go, but for some reason just felt too shy or something about being the only one to have to get up to go. Well, bless his heart, he just jumped up suddenly needing to go, but the teacher told him to sit back down and from the look on his face I knew it wasn't going to turn out well. Needless to say, poor George messed in his pants and everyone laughed at him except me because I felt so bad for him and mad at the teacher for not allowing him to go to the restroom. I know, silly thing to remember LOL ...and share! Sorry.

I have no doubt that anyone who remembers you, dear Sha, remembers all wonderful things.

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on July 29, 2016:


Of course I don't mind, and I'm thrilled you have returned here to share yet another perfect example which adds much to the topic of this hub! How precious is your son to help out the man in need so many years ago, and now the man, because of the kindness shown to him by your son, is able to pay it forward. I appreciate you thinking of this hub enough to return here and share such a tremendous true life account of how the man never forgot ...brings tears to my eyes of hope for this sometimes brutal world.

You're welcome back as many times as you wish, dear heart.

Please know, your visit blessed me this day and I know all others who read of your son's beautiful heart. It obviously runs in the family.

Peace and blessings to you and yours

Shauna L Bowling from Central Florida on July 29, 2016:

Faith, I really enjoyed reading this. I'm amazed at how much you remember. I don't remember much from kindergarten through second and third grades because I attended each one of them in different states or towns. I was never anywhere long enough to really make friends.

I do remember the second half of third grade through eighth. I actually attended one school for those years - Catholic school. I made lots of friends, played basketball, did a lot of outdoor activities and remember those years as the best years of my life. School life, anyway.

I remember the football papers, but we used them to hand-kick field goals through "arm" goal posts. When we passed notes, they were usually just folded sheets of paper.

I don't know anyone from my childhood. Through moves we just lost touch, but I often think of the kids who were my friends and are very much a part of my fondest memories. I often think if I'm ever thought about (and remembered) in the same way. I'd like to think so.

Doris James MizBejabbers from Beautiful South on July 29, 2016:

Faith, I'm back with another anecdote that just happened a couple of days ago. I hope you don't mind. My son has an incurable autoimmune disease that sometimes makes him very ill and affects his legs painfully. During a recent bout that rendered him unable to walk very well, he met up with an elderly black gentleman. In the back of his mind, he realized that he had met the gentleman before but he couldn't remember when or where. Somehow in their conversation, he told the man that he was looking for a used riding lawn mower because he wasn't able to use a regular mower anymore, when the man started a tale of his own.

The gentleman said, "I remember years ago (10 or 15 or so) when I was down and out and hungry. You saw the trouble I was in. You fed me, bought me some groceries, and drove me around to places where I could get some help. Thanks to you, I got back on my feet. I never forgot you. I have a riding lawn mower that you can have. It doesn't run right now, so why don't you come to my house tomorrow and let's see if we can fix it. If we can't fix it, you can take it anyway and see what you can do with it."

I haven't seen him to ask if they got the mower running, but I'm sure together he and my husband can fix it. I think this is another good answer to your question.

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on July 28, 2016:

Oh, thank you, dear Nell ...I'm thrilled so many like this hub for I was not sure how it would be received. You are too kind as always.

I appreciate you. I loved your hub about seeing words in color too!

Nell Rose from England on July 28, 2016:

Boring? no! I loved all the colors, the way you did it, and wrote it!

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on July 27, 2016:

Hi Nell,

Thank you so much!

Oh, dear, about your first day of school LOL. That reminds me of my brother, who told my mom that if he didn't like it, he wasn't going to stay. Well, he took one step inside the Kindergarten classroom, then said, "No, I don't like this!" Then he took off running ...My poor mom.

I'm so glad you loved this one. I'm relieved too to know that because I almost did not publish this one in thinking it may be a bit boring for some.


Nell Rose from England on July 27, 2016:

I love the way you did this! the colors, the little quotes etc. my first day at school was a nightmare! I remember putting my feet on either side of the door to stop me going in! I was most indignant! lol! loved this!

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on July 27, 2016:

Aww, that is the most precious story, John! That is exactly the kind of scenario that I believe Maya is referring to in her quote.

I'm thrilled you love this hub. That means a lot to mean and thank you for telling me. I appreciate your kind words about my childhood photos.

God bless you and yours

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on July 27, 2016:

Hi MsDora,

Oh, yes, my teachers certainly made an impression on me, one way or another, and it is interesting to note exactly what I remembered about them.

Throughout the rest of my school days in Junior High and High School, I was blessed to have many amazing teachers who I will never forget.

Aw, that is sweet of you to mention my photos, especially the toothless grin one.

I'm glad you found this to be a good read, as my hope is that readers do not find it too boring.

God bless you

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on July 27, 2016:

Hi Marlene,

So glad you enjoyed walking with me through my elementary school years. Yes, obviously, I understand about not remembering too much of some school years. LOL

Here, I truly tried my best to remember all I could and relay my memories here, and this is all I came up with, which in turn does lend itself to Maya's quote. So true, about remembering how someone made us feel, but not so much about what was said.

Peace and blessings to you and yours always

John Hansen from Gondwana Land on July 25, 2016:

I loved this hub, Theresa, and it brought back some of my own childhood/schoolday memories. You were a stunning child. About three years ago I met up with one of my best friends from school, Michael. I had not seen him since the 7th grade. What stunned me was that the first thing he said was how much a simple act of sharing my lunch with him shaped his life. Apparently, his parents were very poor and couldn't always give him and his brothers lunch. I sometimes had more than I could eat and shared my sandwiches with him. He said it had a profound effect and he had never forgotten it. That humbled me greatly. At one time in adulthood he was homeless, but now has his own business and is a philanthropist. So glad I read this.

Dora Weithers from The Caribbean on July 25, 2016:

Faith, I enjoyed walking with you down your sch00l-days memory lane. This is very insightful about how teachers affect young children. The portraits (especially toothless) are precious. Good read!

Marlene Bertrand from USA on July 25, 2016:

I absolutely enjoyed walking with you through your memorable moments in life. If someone asked me to remember even a second from every year of my school year, I would find that to be a difficult task. Some years I remember fine, but other years are a complete blur. But, I do think it is true that people remember how you made them feel. In most cases, I may not remember what someone said exactly, but I most surely remember how whatever they said made me feel.

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on July 24, 2016:

Hi Lawrence,

I appreciate you reading here of my little experiment via elementary school days. I am surprised at what memories I do have, and mostly how they relate back to the people with whom I came into contact, but then some due to a traumatic event and such.

Oh, I understand how it would be hard to not remember a bully, as that is so traumatic, but so glad you and your young school friends are able to keep in contact via Facebook! That is one wonderful aspect of Facebook for sure.


Lawrence Hebb from Hamilton, New Zealand on July 24, 2016:


A great way to remember school. Mine are a 'mixed bag' but none of them include 'first or last days' of anything.

Theyre more like figuring out how to deal with the school bully (a very pleasant memoey as they came offsecond best) and making good friends that ive veen able to re-connect with after so many years (facebook is great)

Thank you for tge peek into your world.


Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on July 14, 2016:

Hi Laurinzo,

I appreciate you reading.

Peace and blessings

LJ Scott from Phoenix, Az. on July 14, 2016:

and you as well, thank you for sharing your strength , or source of inspiration

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on July 14, 2016:

Hello Laurinzo,

What a lovely comment from you. Thank you.

Each one of us has a special gift from God, no doubt about it.

God bless you

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on July 14, 2016:

Hi Patricia,

Yes, Maya's quote certainly does make one think about how powerful our words and actions are when interacting with others leave an unforgettable imprint on another one's heart and mind.

Here, in my little experiment, I truly tried my best to remember any and everything I could about each grade in elementary school. I was quite surprised by the few memories I did have and pondered why I had those specific memories. I thought of two more memories after I published, but they are truly insignificant in the grand scheme of things. However, I do have them. I realized I have these two additional memories because I had so much empathy for these persons, one in Fifth Grade and one in Sixth Grade. I have always had a spot in my heart for the underdog so-to-speak. Maybe that was because I felt like one too.

Thank you for the kind comments.

I'm keeping you and yours in my thoughts and prayers, please know.

Angels heading your way!

Peace and hugs

LJ Scott from Phoenix, Az. on July 14, 2016:

You can definitely have a lasting affect on people... relish , it is from God. Great Hub!!!

Patricia Scott from North Central Florida on July 14, 2016:

Hi Theresa....reading this causes me to wonder if I said things to others that they remember long after they are no longer in my presence.

Your 'diary' of those tender years clearly shows what stood out for you. Hoping that only kindness and goodness comes your way, sweet Faith.

Angels are delivering blessings and hugs to you ps

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on July 12, 2016:


I apologize in responding late here. Thank you so much for returning to share the rest of the precious story! Wow, it sounds like that special "little boy" is meant to be in your life. I don't think it is a coincidence that he knew your husband too before you met him. That is so wonderful about your continued friendship.

You are a very special person too in this life. Special people touch others' lives for the better and they will never be forgtten.

Peace and blessings always

Doris James MizBejabbers from Beautiful South on July 11, 2016:

Faith and Paula, I have to tell you the rest of the story. The "little boy" went blind as a teenager (it ran in his family). Funny thing, he met my husband through a club they were in in Little Rock and they were friends, also. That was before I met my husband. We are still friends today and keep in touch. He is a very special person.

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on July 09, 2016:

Hi Dear Friends,

You have all blessed me by reading and leaving such interesting comments in response to this little experiment of mine. I am trying to be mindful to slowly scroll through all of the comments, in hopes of not inadvertently missing someone's comment. I will double-check.

Thank you all again.

Hugs to alll

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on July 09, 2016:

Hi Dear Bill (lifegate),

Oh, what a nice visit from you. I appreciate your kind comments here as to my little experiment as relates to Maya's thought-provoking quote. I'm surprised at the response I received from this self-study, as I have already mentioned here, because I was truly hesitant to publish, thinking it may be a bit boring. I'm glad you found it entertaining with the manner in which I presented the experiment.

I appreciate you.

God bless

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on July 09, 2016:

Hi teaches,

It's so great to see you here! I've missed seeing you around HP Town, but glad you're here now.

It does seem to hold true that the dramatic, not so pleasant, events seem to stick in our memories, and the really good feeling ones too, which is natural I guess when one thinks about it. It is always best for our own well-being to forgive others who have harmed us, but seems the memories may remain. Once we forgive, it seems to me that the hurt diminishes even if the memory remains. Plus, the person who harmed us is probably not even aware of the harm they caused to others.

Peace and blessings

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on July 09, 2016:


Wow, I appreciate the "incredible" and especially your loving the flow of the stories. That means a lot to me.

Thank you for reading and sharing about the bully. That is a hard age to deal with all of that in Junior High especially. I'm sure others saw that you didn't back down, because it was your cousin who stepped in and stopped the fight. Well, I'm glad you avoided a beatjng regardless. Maybe the bully has since matured and regrets his actions towards you and others he bullied. From what I understand about any martial arts, they are not to provoke a fight and not use their skills unless they have exhausted all other means to remedy the conflict.

I think bullies are really insecure in who they are and do not really know how to act appropriately in social settings and that may be because they are or were abused at some point in their life and, sadly, it is repeated.

Again, I appreciate your reading, kind comments and sharing your memory of the bully.

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on July 09, 2016:

Hi ChitrangadaSharan,

Wow, I truly appreciate the awesome. I'm glad you loved my presentation here for I really attempted to make it interesting as possible. So I am relieved.

You're right about the hurtful actions of others sticking in our memories but when we forgive, it seems to diminish the hurt for holding on to it only causes us more harm and the other person is just fine and most likely oblivious to the harm they caused anyway.

You are always so kind in your commenting, and I thank you for expressing your sentiments about our beloved friend who has gone on to her true home.

Peace and blessings always

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on July 09, 2016:

Hi Shan,

Thank you for your sentiments about lovely Patti (Skye) ... Yes, the HP community is its very own family, which is why it is such a special community in which to belong.

Wow, this little study here did get you thinking and brought up a lot of memories based on how others made you feel and vice versa! Thank you for sharing here, which all certainly add to the topic of this hub. I will have to revisit your hub in response to Jo's challenge. Sounds a bit familiar but I know I will recall it once I start reading.

That is interesting about your second grade teacher too ...I'm sorry. I used to be able to remember all of my teachers names and others too, but as the decades have worn on, I guess my brain weeds out the unimportant ones. You are a coupe of decades younger than I am, so I'm sure they are all still fresh in your mind. Mine, not so much LOL. Oh, you are so creative and I don't think your actions warranted being screamed at either! No sense in that ...

I thoroughly enjoyed reading of all of your memories in elementary school and thank you for sharing and participating. Your comments add much to the topic of this hub.

Oh, those are such sad and shocking memories of those tragic memories. Those are hard for a child to process and I know that I have blocked out some until such time as I am ready to deal with them. God made that built-in mechanism in our brains to protect us from things we are unable to process at the time. I'm so thankful you were safe!

I hope you were able to sleep. It's interesting to note how this provoked so much thought with many here.

Peace and hugs

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on July 09, 2016:

Hi Alicia,

Wow, I'm glad you found this hub interesting and thought provoking, and thank you for sharing that with me, especially being I was afraid most would find it a bit boring! I was actually hesitant to publish for that reason. I tried my best to come up with a different and unique way to present this little study here. So, I am thrilled you found it creative, which means the world to me for that was my goal here.

That is interesting too about your thinking back to elementary days and the results.

I appreciate you reading and sharing your thoughts as to my little experiment.

William Kovacic from Pleasant Gap, PA on July 09, 2016:

Faith, you did a fantastic job with this. The work you put into it is evident, and you did it in such an entertaining way. You pose a question I would have never thought about, but it really is a deep question as to what makes us who we are. Thanks for this piece, Faith.

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on July 09, 2016:

I second your thoughts on MizB's comment, Paula!

It is the epitome of an example I am thinking of when Maya's quote comes to mind.

Hahaha, you are hilarious in commenting about your own self.

Thank you for blessing my hub space again, special and funny woman.

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on July 09, 2016:

Aww, MizB, that is the perfect example there you have shared in your sweet story of how the little boy remembered your kindness towards him when he was hurt. That is what I am talking about here and surely confirms Maya's quote!

I think, we as humans, would always remember a time of injury and such, and especially any kind of empathy we are shown to show us that there is someone out there who takes the time to actually care, just like you did.

It must be so lovely that the little boy had an opportunity later in life to tell you that special memory.

I appreciate you and the kindness you have shown me here in your lovely comments towards me too.

Your comment adds much to the topic of this hub.

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on July 09, 2016:

Hi Devika, Thank You so much for the "amazing"! I appreciate you taking the time read and leaving such an enthusiastic comment, which means the world to me.

Blessings always

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on July 09, 2016:

Ah, Paula, you are always so refreshing with you enthusiastic commenting! I'm glad you like how I presented this one for I was hesitant in even publishing this one, and it was sitting for a good long while, being I was racking my brain in attempting to add a little more interest, as I was afraid it was too boring. So, I am relieved that many have found it interesting, which is quite surprising to me and a relief.

Yes, Maya certainly provides great wisdom through her inspirational quotes and poetry. The quote I've highlighted here certainly imparts much wisdom and provokes great thoughts.

You are such a doll to leave such encouraging and kind comments as always.

Your presence here has blessed me, please know.

Peace always

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on July 09, 2016:

Hi tireless,

Yes, we were taught all that good stuff too. My dear mother was always sure to keep us mindful that if we did not have anything good to say about another person then it's best to say nothing at all. Throughout her entire lifetime I never heard her say one ill word about anyone, which is amazing to me, as she lived to be 84.

The "Golden Rule" was always in my mind for the most part as I would always think how I would want others to treat me in any situation, and that was with kindness and empathy. However, with some people that can be a challenge for sure.

I try to find the best in people and that can be challenging at times too. Yes, as far as bullies, I do remember some in high school, but I see through all that and understand they are so insecure for whatever reason, and were not taught how to properly interact with others in social settings ...possibly due to some abuse they are suffering.

Sounds like you faced many physical challenges but with the love of your family you had a positive self image, which is so important to get through this sometimes brutal life.

Hmm ...That is interesting you do not recall feeling anything one way or the other as relates to how others treated you. I remember with my wicked witch of the South teacher, I had just made up my mind to not allow her to get to me and had the mental fortitude to not accept her attempts to tear me down, but I sure did have empathy for my classmates who could not block all of that out and allow her words to harm them.

Thank you for sharing here. Hahaha, so funny about the selfish brat part.

Peace and blessings

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on July 09, 2016:

Hi Again, Jackie

Ah, you are a sweetheart to share this again. Thank you.

Oh, I understand now ...yes, I was the same because I never wanted to hurt anyone's feelings, especially the underdogs. I remember in Junior High School (didn't include here because not elementary) we had square dancing in the gym at some point in the year. Well, all the "underdogs" so-to-speak knew I was one who would not be mean to them no matter what (like the other girls would) and they all came running from across from the other side of the gym to choose me as their square dance partner LOL. The school had a rule that we couldn't say no to whomever asked us to be their partner. However, none of the other girls follow it and only said yes to the cool guys. Bless those underdogs' hearts for they beat out the cool guys every time except one time...hahaha. So I am glad I treated them with kindness and didn't reject them and hope they have a good feeling memory from it.

Aw, that is so sad that little boy was swept away. You're so right about our actions at any given time could very well be our last.

Thank you for returning to share that story which is the perfect example here.

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on July 08, 2016:

Thank you, Ruby (Always Exploring),

I bet you were the cutest chick with your rolled up jeans and penny loafers! Sounds like your Miss Anna Lee was really a good teacher, although a little intimidating, being what she wanted you to learn, you did, whereas my wicked witch of the South was a bit sadistic in her enjoyment of bringing children to tears ...and I don't remember anything she tried to teach us but her cruelty.

Despite all of that, I'm glad you found my little experiment charming!

I hope you have a glorious weekend.

Peace and hugs

Dianna Mendez on July 08, 2016:

Even though I had lots of wonderful school memories, the feelings I had through experiences remains. Those that were not so good, as you shared, impacted by memory. Thank God I have learned to forgive and put the past behind me. Thanks for sharing from your journey.

DREAM ON on July 08, 2016:

Incredible hub bringing back many good and angry memories. I was bullied by a punk in my school and one day I decided to fight him after school. My cousin stepped in to stop the fight. The kid I was going to fight was very good in karate and would of kicked my ass. I almost got a bad beating and it wasn't even my fault. He later did so well he made movies and became a black belt. I had to live with I chickened out of a fight. Not good in junior high school. I love the way your stories flowed. Have a great day.

Chitrangada Sharan from New Delhi, India on July 08, 2016:

Awesome hub and I loved your presentation so much as always!

I agree with your title -- it's easier to forgive but so difficult to forget and I speak this with personal experience.

Beautiful and amazing story with lovely pictures and description.

Sorry to hear about the passing away of the fellow hubber as mentioned by you.

Thanks for sharing this beautiful piece!

Shannon Henry from Texas on July 07, 2016:

Even your tales of tragedy got me thinking. I remember my Mom questioning me about how I felt after a teacher was killed in the middle of the school year. I shrugged it off because I didn't want to talk about it. I didn't know the teacher, but I remember feeling bad for the kids in her class. Her husband found her trapped under her tractor that had somehow flipped over on her when she was mowing their yard.

And then there was the time this man's brakes wen tout on his car and he couldn't stop. It seems to me now that he must have been going way too fast through a school zone to cause such damage, but he ended up going up over the curb and onto the sidewalk and grassy area, striking a grandmother and at least one student with her. I believe he killed the woman and injured the student or students. In that case, I felt relief as well as shock. I'd been standing in the path of his car just a minute or two before it happened waiting for my dad to pick me up. And I could easily have either been hit by him or been trying to get into my dad's car, which was parked where he jumped the curb. Maybe he hit a parked car too? Details on this are fuzzy.

Okay! I'm off to bed too. But if I can't sleep tonight because I'm thinking, I'm gonna blame you! LOL

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on July 07, 2016:

Hi Dear Friends,

Y'all are all so sweet to bless me with such lovely, fun and interesting comments here. I appreciate each and every one of you, please know.

I will catch up tomorrow with everyone. It's sweet dreams time for me.

Hugs to all

Shannon Henry from Texas on July 07, 2016:

First of all, I didn't know the Patti, but it's touching the way people in this community remember one another. I love your dedication to her.

Now for the rest. . .Absolutely! I love this quote. I used it a year or so ago for a challenge that Jo issued - to write an essay about a favorite quote from a famous person. People remember how others made them feel even if they cannot recall the specific words or course of events. There are occasions where specific words are remembered because they are associated with the strong feelings they evoked. But overall, as time goes on, it's the feelings attached to the memories that remain. I can look back on life and just know it to be true in much the same way you proved it to be true for you. Then there are some memories I have of making others not feel so good; usually not on purpose, but I remember them nonetheless. Yes, you are right that if given the chance, there are always new memories to make.

Regarding my elementary years, especially when trying to recall teachers, I can sure relate to your recollections! If we were the same age, I'd think we must have had the same 2nd-grade teacher! Your description of her even seems to fit. I remember her name, though - Mrs. Thurman. Oh my, was she ever mean when she didn't like our behavior, seemingly to me, over things that were not worth yelling at someone. She did manage to make me cry one time because she yelled at me for wasting staples. It was a silly thing to be doing, but I'd rolled up Elmer's glue that came off my hands into little balls. I don't recall why. It was rubbery, and I must have wanted to save it for some reason. So I made an envelope out of paper and used the staples to seal it all the way around. The way she yelled at me made me feel so humiliated and ashamed even though class was over and it wasn't in front of anyone else. I think she might have been pretty reassuring when I threw my retainer in the trash on accident during lunch. I was so afraid my parents would be mad at me. But mostly, I only recall that kids did not like her.

A lot of kids didn't like my 3rd-grade teacher, either, but I did. I remember her name, but not quite how to spell it. I recall her being strict and she expected the best from us, including behavior-wise. She held us all accountable, but she was also very loving. She would stand in the hallway after school let out giving out hugs to those of us that wanted one. And I think that was the year my best friend got jealous of me playing with another girl, Tina. Mandy felt like Tina was trying to steal me away from her. Those were the exact words she used when she finally got made enough to tell me. But we were used to mostly playing with one another and a couple of other friends that she attended daycare with as well. Most every year, we had the same teacher. We often got in trouble for talking too much in class. There was one year that our parents specifically requested that we not be in the same class.

Actually, I remember all of my elementary school teachers' names and whether or not I liked them. And I told you once before that I remember a lunch lady with your last name. I'd forgotten about her until I met you. How funny is that? But then I remember the kindness of Ms. Davis. One incident in particular. I didn't have a jacket and it was windy, so I was cold. She let me stand in front of her, and she covered me with her coat. Felt like warm hugs to me! LOL

I stayed in touch with my 5th-grade teacher well into my high school years. We used to exchange letters through the mail. The Funny thing is, I don't remember much about that year of school. She was teaching both 4th-grade and 5th-grade in a combined class, so I had friends from 4th-grade too. There was one girl, Raquel, that I became good friends with. We used to hunt for four leaf clovers on the playground. We'd put them in the textbooks. Some child got lucky the following year when he or she discovered the pressed clovers in the books! LOL. We learned that where there is one four leaf clover, there's usually more.

Gosh, this has really got me thinking! I could go on all the way through my school years with these kinds of memories. Like I said, it is true to any part of life. I truly believe it; people do remember how others make them feel. The emotions trigger the memories and memories in picture form, writing, or some other means trigger the emotions again.

Great hub! But I'll shut up now and ponder without writing an entire novel in your comments. LOL

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on July 07, 2016:

Dear Diana,

I'm so glad you loved reading of my elementary school year memories in this little experiment here.

So true, we should cherish all the sweet memories. Looking at photos does help to bring a flood of memories back to me when I had long since forgotten a particular day. However, sometimes it is hard to see ones of loved ones who have gone on.

Oh, Diana, I can't imagine how hard Sunday was for you, sweetie. I'm sorry for your great loss.

Thank you about our lovely fellow Hubber and beautiful friend, Skye. She truly epitomized someone who blessed so many by just showing up and commenting on their hubs. One always came away with feeling special after she left her loving comments on our hubs.


Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on July 07, 2016:

Hi JayC,

Thank you for the interesting comment. Yes, our thoughts do weigh heavy on our overall well-being no doubt about it. Our words, too, can be used to tear down or build up and edify others. Although the tongue is tiny, it sure can do a lot of damage to others and ultimately ourselves.

Peace and blessings

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on July 07, 2016:

Hi Al (Word55),

I'm glad you found this little experiment here interesting. I was so hesitant to publish thinking it may be boring to some, but I'm glad many seem to have enjoyed this little self study.

I have no doubt whatsoever you were always one to uplift others and make them feel good. You are a man of good character. Well, when it comes to sports that's a whole different ballgame pun intended. That's when we learn about working together as a team, win or lose, and know how to lose gracefully. I remember when my son was very young and played t-ball, and his team lost big time. He walked up to his coach and asked, "Did we lost coach?" Hahaha ...instead of "Did we lose coach?" The coach replied, "Yes, we lost." Then my son shrugged his shoulders and just ran off without a care in the world.

Oh, that is so sweet is all that matters and the sooner we all learn that, the better the world would be no doubt.

I received a blessing from your visit here, as I haven't seen you here in a long while. Please don't be a stranger.

God bless you

Linda Crampton from British Columbia, Canada on July 07, 2016:

This is an interesting and thought provoking hub, Faith. You've certainly chosen a creative way to describe your memories and feelings and to analyze Maya Angelou's statement! You've started me thinking about my own elementary school days. Even at the start of this process I can see that I remember the events that gave me happy and sad feelings best of all.

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on July 07, 2016:

Oh, my goodness, Dear Dana,

Your comment is beautiful and sums it all up perfectly! Yes, we all just want to be loved, and love certainly heals and covers a multitude of sins.

A little kindness goes a long way in this sometimes brutal life. I believe that if all of us were to show a little kindness to another one each and every day, the world would be such a better place no doubt.

I am thankful for all the loving and kind people I have known in my life, and I will never forget them either.

God bless you

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on July 07, 2016:

Hi Dear Eric,

Thank you so much. Yes, I remember thinking the entire time growing up that no one thought or felt like I did at the time, but as I grew older, I realized most have the same insecurities at one time or another. I was terribly shy and actually had a lot of internal dialogue with myself LOL.

Of course, I am over all of that shyness and free to be who God made me to be in this life ...I think.

Blessings always

Faith Reaper (author) from southern USA on July 07, 2016:

Hi Flourish,

Oh, I bet you received plenty of love notes. I was always so very shy growing up too, but I am over that now LOL. I can imagine with you moving around so much and having to readjust to every new environment and meeting new kids was certainly a challenge at times.

My Dad was in the Army, but we never moved around. However, my husband was in the Air Force for the first six years of our marriage, and I actually loved going to new places (well, two places LOL) that I had never been with all new people, but that's just me.

I appreciate you reading.

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