Thoughts on life from Pat Oaks
I've decided that I am going to let George write my blog for today!
"Myths which are believed in tend to become true."
"In a time of deceit telling the truth is a revolutionary act."
"The further a society drifts from truth the more it will hate those who speak it."
"The most effective way to destroy people is to deny and obliterate their own understanding of their history."
"The people will believe what the media tells them they believe."
"Freedom is the right to tell people what they do not want to hear."
"To see what is in front of one's nose needs a constant struggle."
"Big Brother is watching."
Many years ago, when I was in elementary school, we had what we called "Doll Day." The day we went back to school after Christmas, all of us could take the doll we got for Christmas to school. We each stood in front of the class, showed our dolls and told the doll's name. The boys, of course, brought trucks or whatever it was boys got back then. For some reason though, all of us, including the teachers, called it "doll day."
When I was in the sixth grade, (I was 11 years old,) I got up to go to school after Christmas break, so excited to take my doll to school like I always had. When I walked into my classroom with my doll cuddled close, NO ONE ELSE HAD BROUGHT THEIR DOLL.....or their truck or baseball or baseball glove or ANYTHING!
I ducked my head, shuffled to my desk and shoved my sweet dollie underneath my seat.
After school I grabbed my doll and ran home. Of course Mother thought it was hilarious. I didn't. I was very very sad. I figured there must be some sort of unwritten rule that after the 5th grade, there was no longer a "doll day."
Of course I can laugh about it today, but when I told the story to Tommy and John boy, they both got tears in their eyes. Instead of an 80 year old wife and Mother, they saw a little blonde haired, innocent 11 year old girl running excitedly to school, clutching her doll.