Friday, April 19, 2024

The Dance----Not.

 My mother's family moved to Melrose after her brother Timothy died in an accident. Mary then attended the Cooksboro school as a very tall for her age young girl, and therefore felt self conscious and awkward in new school surroundings. Shortly after her arrival at the school, the teacher engaged the class in what was presumably a recess activity. As I recall being told, the teacher played the piano and when the music started the students found a partner and danced. The student left without a partner was to Dance With The Broom. That was the activity, and the name of the game.  My mother was the new kid, knew no one, and she was left standing alone. Teacher said, "Mary, you are to dance with the broom."  

   That would have happened no way in hell, and led to further disobedience and bad student-hood on the part of Mary Donovan. 

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