I was interested in visiting the place where my Mother spent weekdays for 10 years of her early life.
Well, Cherish and Tammy were interested too, it seems, because they also voiced their interest and went. What surprised me though, was that Lisa was in the van when we took off. I had expected her to rejoice for the chance to stay at home by herself. Now, because of her recent online honesty (not to be compared to real life honesty) we all know exactly what Lisa does when alone.
Of course we should not forget that she must leave out deeds that are not things which friends and family should hear of.
Nanny seemed pleased that we were all going to see Mum's old school.
Australians are marvellous at introducing food consumption into every gathering of more than one person.
And, they are really good at making you pay for it too. Three dollars for a sandwich, humbug.
One of the adventures I took for myself involved following Mum to the two classrooms that she had been in. One of them was the kingdom of a certain wicked teacher called Mrs Best. -A name that Mums spits on.
And this is a very interesting thing because Mrs Best is the only person I have heard Mum talk badly of.
Mum can only say good things about people, a thing that puts me through much discomfort because it gives rise to feelings of guilt. I don’t realise why these feelings bother to prick me, as I always easily push them back down to where they came from. :(
So, this Mrs Best was reportedly a bit of a beast. Her bad traits included bullying Mum, and giving her nicknames such as 'Leibs'. Apparently this made Mum quite distraught.
As Nanny quite rightly said Mum ought to have told the teacher to 'stuff it'.
However even I admit that a cruel use of Mum's surname is a tempting thing to use on a child, as it seems useful in making a child dread coming to school.
Another of Mrs Best's sins was related to us a couple of times.
Mum, an already uncomfortable child, after suffering such afore mentioned humiliations, one day discontinued walking to school (a thing which fills me with admiration) and returned home.
A young tattletale (which I conspire to mentally bludgeon) saw Mum in this act and the next day at school my poor mother was surrounded by Best and a group of Mum's school mates; "And where were you yesterday?"
-Mum repeats the teachers words in a very hoity-toity and ugly condescending voice bordering on witchy.
When we first stepped onto the school grounds I did have that thought, after seeing such a swarming mass of people, that it would be better for me that I leave immediately, then risk coming into contact with so many real people.
Also I have a great adverseness towards crowds. But, I decided in the end to avoid being a coward and instead stare at each wriggling worm blankly using very many 'Gabe powers'.
Apart from hearing of Mum's bitternesses and all offering to 'beat Mrs Best up if we see her', we looked at photographs and documents some of which were 100 years old.
Sometime during our wandering Mum spotted and recognised a man that she remembered. This man would prove to be the only person that Mum would recognise out of those hundreds of people.
Despite being too timid to speak a word to the man, Mum quickly labelled him. His name is Dennis but something about his last name enabled her instead to call him 'Scabby'. I even unknowingly got a photograph of the man, and i could see nothing scabby about him.
I just think it amusing that he was labelled thus by the same Mother of ours who was so destroyed at her own given nickname.
________________________________________________
Mum once again stands inside the classroom of Mrs Best.
Mum and her sister Lorraine, leave the school.
We found no photographic evidence of Mum in this school.
But this picture is of Mum's sister. Fifth from the left.
A less crowded place. A few of us in the background.
This old man was standing in the middle of everything looking quite calm.
So he earned my admiration.
Lisa looks lovingly at me as Mum points to nowhere whilst Dad struggles to comprehend.
And there is Scabby in the blue shirt. Look closely and you'll see Mum's red head behind him. Sadly, Mum had not the courage to arrest him.
Mum on the grounds. By this time a lot of the people had left.
I imagine people came earlier than we did. It is intersting to me that not one of Mum's classmates were there. I offered to Mum that they were all dead, and strangely, she did offer no contest.
i think you just posted that picture of yourself cuz you look nice in it.
I agree Isamu. I might also gleefully mention that i took it.
I felt like going out. In that picture of the four of you, Nanny was posing. She said we were the 'upper crust'.
Gee, how often do a post a photograph of my own self.
Out of the 8 that i posted from that day ! I appear in one. If i hadnt posted it there would be no other record that i was ever there.
hoho
The upper crust. What did that mean? I'm glad you came Leeloo.
Anyway i took it down becasue it was Lisa's property.
waah. i wanted to sees it.
the funnest part was the lemonade, i think.
mum has a really nice school, eh?
Ots on Lisas site Tamspams.
The lemonade was nice, but i didnt want us to get anything else to eat only because i didnt want to give those people any more money.
i am in no photos. when nicky has her grasping clutch on the camera with the purpose of taking photos of all of us, you can be sure she will not take a photo if i am visible in it. this is called 'the unconcious revenge of aversion disease'.
i very much enjoyed this post, mostly only because i enjoyed your queerly attractive invented figures of speech.
however, 'bludgeon' is a very brutal word, nickabrick, as i didnt quite enjoy imagining you bludgeoning some small child.
Yes. Maybe i should have bludgeoned Mrs Best instead. And beat the tattletale -who i suspect was that scabby man. Beasuse, as we oftentimes find, these things are always connected in a roundabout and strange manner. We should think about why scabby dennis is such a bad taste in Mum's mouth.
I think the tattletale was certainly this scabby dennis. And since i have decided after looking at all the evidence, well that one peice was pretty stong...since, then, i dont feel any adverse pang on behalf of this man since he is no longer a poor child and so i find it a passible thing and now quite easily begin to bludgeon him.
oh cherish, i think you would scowl if i point the camera at you that day. with all those people about. besides lisa did and i canna post her property i'm told. thanks for the comment. i will make picture for make benifit of fair next time.
Post a Comment