Today I thought I would add some stories/memories from First Grade. I thought my teacher was really mean. She probably thought I had an attention problem. Anyway, on with the story. I lived a sheltered young life as I have mentioned in some of my other stories. I certainly didn't know what the "cheat" meant. In first grade there was this girl that sat next to me and she had a real problem getting her workbook pages done. I LOVED workbook pages, I was GOOD at workbook pages, I was FAST at workbook pages. One day this girl asked me to do her workbook page for her because she didn't know how and she was afraid to ask. I thought why not, after all, I LOVED workbook pages, I was FAST AND GOOD at workbook pages and I really liked her. I took her workbook and started filling in the little blanks. My teacher was not happy. She walked over to me, snatched the workbook out of my hand and gave it back to the little girl. She then told me she was going to call my Mama and tell her I "cheated". I didn't know what cheated meant but I knew it couldn't be good. I went home and told her what had happened and I didn't get in trouble, thank goodness. I did however, learn what "cheat" meant and I didn't do it anymore.
About this Nehi grape drink. I rode the bus home to my Grandmother's house everyday. My Mom worked every day. She was a nurse. As soon as I got off the bus and made it into the kitchen my grandmother would have me a Nehi grape drink and 4 sandwich creme cookies waiting on the counter for me. The sandwich creme cookies were the kind that one side was chocolate and the other side vanilla and inside was white creme. The Nehi came from out of the refrigerator and it was soooo cool and good to drink. Keep in mind that drinks in glass bottles were all that was available at that time, no plastic liter bottles. All soda came in six packs, the little six pack with a handle at the top. No aluminum cans, no plastic bottles, just glass. I have included a picture of the closest thing I can find to those drinks. Funny what sticks in your memory.
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