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Clubius Contained Part 36 – Pencils (May 1966)

It was May and it was spring, and there was less than a month left of school. I could feel summer wanting to start, I could feel other kids wanted it too. I SO wanted it to start, I was SO sick of school.

I mean Mrs Herman was all right as teachers go. She talked to us like we were regular people, not like we were grownups OR little kids. Like we were older kids, which we were. But even though she was definitely in charge of what we were learning every day, she didn’t try to make us like it or be quiet in class all the time. It was like it was her job to teach and our job to learn, so we all just had to do our jobs. Some of what we learned was interesting and some wasn’t, but we just had to learn it all.

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Clubius Contained Part 35 – Thunderball (March 1966)

It was Saturday, and it was cold and gray and windy and wet outside. We were all still waiting for that first day of spring. You knew it when it came. All of a sudden the day would be a little warmer, the sun would shine, and there would be that energy in the air, that you could even feel in your body, like everything was suddenly coming back alive around you, and you could smell it in all the plants. Mom’s new friend Maryjane said that Mother Nature would flip a switch and it would suddenly be spring.

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Clubius Contained Part 34 – Cats & Satire (January 1966)

My legs were tired. We’d been moving all day along the side of these mountains. My pack felt heavy on my back, and my rifle, hung by its strap on my shoulder, banged against my body with each step. The regular army was after us and our commander said we couldn’t stop moving until we made it to the secret mountain sanctuary where we might be safe from the government soldiers, at least for a while.

One of the other guys whispered, “Commander, are you sure this is the right path?”

Then I heard strange people singing. I couldn’t tell where their voices were coming from. I woke up. They were coming from the clock radio…

Stay on the right track
To Nine Mile and Mack
And get the best deals around
‘Cause Roy O’Brien has the best deals in town

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Clubius Contained Part 33 – Divorce (November 1965)

School was school, and there were still six weeks of it until Christmas vacation. Mrs Herman had us doing more homework and more writing to “get us ready for junior high”, which was that Tappan place that you could see on the hill as we drove by it on Stadium. It always looked to me more like a factory without any smokestacks than a school. Mike said it looked like a prison.

The story problems and algebra stuff in math were kind of neat, but we just kept doing them until they got boring. I liked learning more about the ancient history stuff that mom had read to us in the “Child’s History of the World”, all those “empires” and “civilizations” in the “fertile crescent” between those two rivers. But it wasn’t like all us kids talked about it at recess, like my friends and I used to talk about the Civil War in second and third grade. We didn’t buy “Ancient World” trading cards like the Civil War cards we had, or that I even made. And for science, the experiments, like looking in microscopes at “cells”, were always neat, but we didn’t do those very much.

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Clubius Contained Part 32 – Sixth Grade (September 1965)

I was in the attic of that giant house again, but there was still a stairway over in the corner going up to what was another attic above the one I was in. As I climbed the stairs and looked around this new attic above the one I’d been in, there was yet another wood staircase going up, but how could that be because from the outside the house didn’t look tall enough to have so many attics above each other. What if there was no top? Could that be possible? Should I stop trying to see what was at the top of every new staircase?

I decided to go up this one more staircase. As I walked up the bare wood steps and my head got high enough to look around, I couldn’t see another staircase, but I saw dad crouched in a corner crying. He looked like he was my age, but I knew it was dad somehow. He didn’t look at me but spoke.

“What are you doing here?” he asked. I woke up, and I was shocked to see dad, regular grownup dad, looking at me in bed from the doorway of my room with a worried look on his face.

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Clubius Contained Part 31 – Cape Cod (August 1965)

I was in this giant house where I kept going up in the attic but there was still another attic above it, so I went up there too. In each new attic I found a different stairway that went up to ANOTHER attic above the one I was on. As I walked up the creaky stairs I felt something wiggling my big toe. Wait… I was under a blanket. Where was I?

A grownup man’s voice that sounded familiar said, “Wake up sleepyheads. It’s four in the morning. Time to go”, and I suddenly remembered. We were going to drive to Cape Cod.

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Clubius Contained Part 30 – The Blue Front (June 1965)

Yesterday, the last day of school, had been the best day of the year, just like it had been for the last four years. When the school bell rang yesterday and we were done with fifth grade, so many things I’d worried about, every day, every week, I didn’t have to worry about anymore. No more tests. No more book reports. No more SRA colors. No more grownups in charge of me five days a week.

Miss Kennedy watched us kids all jump out of our seats and start talking with each other as some of us ran out the door and others stayed to talk to other kids. She looked kind of sad, like she would miss us, and I even felt kind of bad for her, even though she was a grownup. But then Beth and Abby went up to talk to her and she smiled and didn’t seem sad anymore. They were the real “teacher’s pets”, especially Beth, who REALLY liked doing school stuff.

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Clubius Contained Part 29 – State Report (May 1965)

Our teacher handed back our stories today we had written for our big monthly writing assignment for April. The story I had written was called “Enroute to Ekoe”, and it was about a very large pretend island I made up that got captured by the Japanese before World War Two and became a military base for them during the war. It had five smaller “satellite” islands around it. My story was about the initial “campaign” to capture the small islands around the big island before we invaded it.

Even though I had to do it for school, I had actually liked doing it. Most of the OTHER assignments I had to do at home for school, I really didn’t like doing. If they were easy, they still took time that I would rather spend playing, with my friends, in the park, with David, or just by myself. And if they were hard, I’d just keep thinking I had to do it, but not doing it yet, until it got to be the last minute and I HAD to do it. I just HATED that feeling, like grownups, in this case my teacher, were in charge of my life.

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Clubius Contained Part 28 – My 10th Birthday (April 1965)

It was the middle of March about two weeks before my birthday, but it still seemed like winter outside, even though there was hardly any snow left on the ground.

“You know Coolie”, mom said as she rubbed a white cloth on the shiny top of the round table in the living room, “Your tenth birthday’s coming up, and I think I’m at a point where I’m ready to have a real party in this place.” She looked around the room. “Our lonely little Herman Miller chest and Windsor chair from our old living room FINALLY have a lot of company. Thanks to all your dad and I’ve been able to do, we now have this round table, the rectangular table and the square coffee table in the sitting room, the overstuffed rocking chair, the deacon’s bench, the love seat, and a couple nice end tables.”

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Clubius Contained Part 27 – Out Sick (February 1965)

“Are you feeling better Coolie?” mom asked as I sat at the kitchen table eating Campbell’s chicken noodle soup out of a bowl. I nodded. I had opened the can and heated it up myself on the stove.

“Oh good”, she said as she turned back to a big metal tray full of little paper cups with dirt and small shiny green plants in them that she called “cuttings”. She had her garden clippers and was cutting off parts of some of the bigger plants and putting those new “cuttings” in a bowl that looked like it had a white paste in it. It was Friday, and I had been home from school all week.

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