Wells River High School - Chatterbox Yearbook (Wells River, VT)

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and they might contamnate the kids. Thats what they said. I felt like aquiting them and thar. Well ill have to dose now couse i dont want to be fired. Love Lucy P.S. Please send me some milk i cant git used to this city kind. Its terrible. P.S. P.S. I tried not to tell yuh but i will be glad when i git home. FRANCES BAILEY, ’51 --WRHS— A LETTER June 9, 1950 Dear Mom, As you can tell by the date, it is the night of my graduation. These past years have all been spent under your guidance and care. Now comes the time when I will go out on my own and make my own decisions. But the purpose of this letter isn’t to discuss my future but to tell you something of my past. Lately, I have been lying awake at night thinking of a lot of whys. Such as: Why was I born?” Why am I not some one else?” Above all Why did God give you to me?” That last phrase may seem strange to you. But I mean it, 'Why did God give you to me?” Maybe He realized what an unmanagable daughter I was going to be. He had to find some one who was good and kind and yet one who could be firm. You see she had to be able to manage almost the devil himself. His eyes finally rested upon a young woman with blonde hair, blue eyes and rather small features. She was beautiful, not in the sense that most people think, but because her kindness as well as her happiness and goodness shone in her eyes. Because of these qualities it made her sweet to look upon. That was you, Mom. So life began for me. From the very start it was hard. Did I ever do any thing right? I can’t remember. How you ever put up with me is more than I know. But I guess that was you. Remember how I always was going to be someone else instead of myself? I guess I never was satisfied with what I was. — Twenty-five —

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minutes of hard work, finally Reynold has found the answers. Mr. Stone wants to separate us. We know the room is too small for that. After a few more equations and another experiment in which Frankie breaks the alcohol burner to mix that odor with the others, the bell rings and class is dismissed. Again, we must climb the stairs. This time it isn't so bad because it's home for dinner. Who feels like eating after lab??? So ends the morn of two lab periods. BARBARA SAWYER, '50 WRHS— OUR LUCY -------Rttekusvjlk Goodhope City July 15, 1949 Deer Maw I hain’t lied time to rite you afore this time cause i jist heint hed time. The city shore is defrent from the farm, We hed so much heet that ive bin afeered of a good crakin thunder shower but they seem to stay deer of here. Why do they all weare shoes here? Up thar thay dont in sumer. I hevent bin wearing mine. You should heer the song thay sing they dont sing enny other song its put your shoes on Lucy dont you know youre in the city. I guess they haint got any- thin else to sing. I guess ill start nother pargraf cause the school marm up thar said we should pargraf our letters. Hows Paw and Sue i spose the rist of youre ok. Hes Jilly hed her calf yit? The kids here dont beleeve that im 17, they say i 11. Magjine! Yuh know when i came here to work this sumer the folks here thought that i was terrible cause i couldnt tak thet city talk. And now they wunt let me be round whin they hive company. Majine. If you notice the heading i started to rite the home town adres in stead of this city. You know then new pupies thet Skip hed well i told the Glanderfuilts it took me a week to learn to spell thet name well them pupies i was speaking about i told them and they didn t want any couse they dint have any good blood in em — Twenty-four —

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One thing I'll never forget was that I used to brag about my Mother and Father going to church and taking part in different com- munity projects. I guess you believed in setting an example for the things you wanted your children to know. At times I have told you that I haven’t done things because I didn’t want to, those things I know I shouldn’t do. Know why I didn’t want to? You were the one who taught me not to want to do the bad things in life. At times it’s awfully surprising what a mother can know if you’ll only listen to her!! I could go on and on about the little things that meant so much, but time is running short. So I must close this letter. I guess I never was one to tell how much I appreciated all that was done for me. For that matter I still can’t do so. But I do want to thank you for everything you have done for me these last years, even for the penny lollypops. I only wish there was time to make it up to you. But a person can’t live for ever on earth. Please believe me when I say I’ll never forget you or your teachings, not because you are my mother but because you made me love you. I must rush now. I hope you know what I mean by this letter as you know I can’t express myself on paper. Love, Your Daughter P. S. Your saying really works, Do unto others as you would that they do unto you.” Where did I get this letter? Well I’ll tell you. I was upstairs in one of the bedrooms cleaning and putting away things, in general getting the room ready for some boarders. With all my children gone, I thought it would be a good plan to have them occupied. What hap- pened to my last daughter and why didn’t I get this letter before? Well, you see. I just found the courage to go through her things. She was killed in an accident on June 9, 1950, just about a year ago. ELLEN BAILEY, ’50 WRHS — T wenty-six —