Lauren Isaacson 8th Grade
Apr. 7, 1976… I kinda' got sick after I ate the cream of rice so I just read more of my Science. Then G.E. came over and we did crafts. I made a wishing well with clothespin halves glued on to a Gerber food jar. It's neat. She even brought an African violet from Mrs. O. I also made Easter egg decorations from real blown out eggs covered with napkins. At 2:00 Tracy and her sister picked me up. We went to (the mall) for a beauty show… wasn't much fun… didn't even get made up!… I got to sign up for free samples though. I'll get some!
I had few actual contacts with my classmates of 7th grade, for I shared little in common with their faster-paced lifestyles and the saying, "out of sight, out of mind" carried a thick slice of truthfulness. To pass the time I often wrote nonsensical poems. The old west was the brunt of one of my endeavors…
Revenge Doesn't Alus Pay!
(AS told by an old Mountain Man)
This is the story 'bout a woman named Sue;
Her man wuz kilt by Injuns… her fam-Iy, too!
Now Sue bore a grudge worse than most could tell,
She'd get revenge on them redskins if she had ta go
through hell !
'Ol Sue used a lang-gwadge that stung just like a bee,
And she could draw a pistol faster'n you could knock
your knee!
One day while she wuz lookin' fer somethin' good ta eat,
She spied a group of footprints, made by moccasined feet!
Sue tracked 'em 'til she found 'em near the river bank,
And roped the neck of one, then gave it a yank.
The minute that the others heard the terble cry,
They gathered up their weapons and saw her by and by.
Well Sue was pretty crafty, but not as much as they,
For soon she turned and fled… her being the prey.
In an instant they were on her… that poor, devilish Sue,
She did not win the battle, for she herself was slew!
This is the way Sue ended, it may seem sort of cold,
But she still lives in stories that many folks have told.