We had three class rooms in our primary school, juniors, middle and senior rooms. There were four of our family in the same senior class room. And of course about six cousins also in the same room! Oh how I loved that senior room! When I first moved up to senior class, my older sister and brother were already there, and the next year my younger brother joined us, so there were four of us. Kerry rode his horse to school, and as well as looking after the horses in the horse paddock, he sat beside the open fire. So his job was to keep the fire going all through the winter months. When the teacher asked a question I noticed that Kerry never ever answered, so I decided to be like him and not answer either! My older sister was in the front row, and she and Craig, the boy beside her, would fling their hands up in unison, and call out loudly "Sister Sister!!" They knew all the answers between them, so no other child got a chance to answer! When brother Paul arrived the next year he was very quiet and watchful so caused no trouble at all that year anyway! We had a tiny library like a box room, next door off the corridor, and I would be sent in there to read for some reason I didn't understand then, or now. It didn't seem much different to me from waiting in the Dental Clinic waiting room, and I didn't know if I was being punished or rewarded! BUT, I still loved those years!
Marie: And yet another story!
It seems to be a trait of the elderly to tell stories and often repeat the same stories. As our family has a major Reunion in February 2015 I will tell a family story each day and NOT repeat it for 100 days. I will use christian names from our earlier generations as pseudonyms.