Post by frances-class of '73 on Jul 30, 2008 10:39:47 GMT -5
Okay, who remembers Seaford manor's Friday "Dress-up day"? That should spark some horrific memories in some girls. I know it did for me when I was in Mrs. Miller's 5th grade class.
I also remember that despite the bitter cold February wind, us girls were still wearing dresses and skirts with bare knees while we waited at the bus stop in the snow. I'll never forget for my whole life, how, on those frigid winter mornings, I stuggled to keep my stupid kneesocks from falling down around my ankles as I stood on that bus stop on the south side of Jerusalem Avenue. That first hour in class it was impossible to concentrate because of the searing pain of my thighs and knees defrosting. No wearing jeans or slacks for girls then. Then by Junior High, we girls were allowed to wear pants only during a defined winter period. Mighty white of them...
Speaking of winter, living on Jerusalem Avenue, I had to walk straight into that February north wind whenever I stayed after school. By 5 PM, the sun would already be down and my ears and nose would freeze numb on that grueling walk. I vividly remember the feeling on my face like it was being cut to death by razor sharp ice crystals. Everyone who lived between the high school and Jerusalem Avenue going out the Keily Drive gate? I envied you BAD because Jerusalem Avenue was the edge of the district and I felt like I was the last frozen one to get home.
Finally, by high school though, we were at last allowed to wear jeans and slacks on a regular basis. I guess it was then that dress codes pretty much fell apart. But to this day I still marvel at the memory of particular girls who were wearing bare legs and miniskirts, platform shoes, teetering into class shivering. I guess for them, some other thing was more important than comfort and functionality. More power to them. It's as it should be. No more "dress-up" day, no more mandatory skirts and dresses. Now today's girls can climb the monkey bars and roll down the hill...that's a really cool thing!
I also remember that despite the bitter cold February wind, us girls were still wearing dresses and skirts with bare knees while we waited at the bus stop in the snow. I'll never forget for my whole life, how, on those frigid winter mornings, I stuggled to keep my stupid kneesocks from falling down around my ankles as I stood on that bus stop on the south side of Jerusalem Avenue. That first hour in class it was impossible to concentrate because of the searing pain of my thighs and knees defrosting. No wearing jeans or slacks for girls then. Then by Junior High, we girls were allowed to wear pants only during a defined winter period. Mighty white of them...
Speaking of winter, living on Jerusalem Avenue, I had to walk straight into that February north wind whenever I stayed after school. By 5 PM, the sun would already be down and my ears and nose would freeze numb on that grueling walk. I vividly remember the feeling on my face like it was being cut to death by razor sharp ice crystals. Everyone who lived between the high school and Jerusalem Avenue going out the Keily Drive gate? I envied you BAD because Jerusalem Avenue was the edge of the district and I felt like I was the last frozen one to get home.
Finally, by high school though, we were at last allowed to wear jeans and slacks on a regular basis. I guess it was then that dress codes pretty much fell apart. But to this day I still marvel at the memory of particular girls who were wearing bare legs and miniskirts, platform shoes, teetering into class shivering. I guess for them, some other thing was more important than comfort and functionality. More power to them. It's as it should be. No more "dress-up" day, no more mandatory skirts and dresses. Now today's girls can climb the monkey bars and roll down the hill...that's a really cool thing!