I have more memories, or should I say impressions, about second grade than any of the previous grades. Second grade was Mrs. Ginnan’s class. She lived up the rode from us, and in the years following was one of my customers for eggs from my 4-H chicken project, along with several other fund-raisers and small businesses. But for Second grade she was my teacher.
My key memories of second grade were playing with a particular plastic construction toy: it was a flat plastic circle with 4 peg legs that clicked into each other. Does anyone have any idea what it was called?
I remember playing with it during study breaks from our study groups. I remember playing with one friend in particular. I remember his name as Lance. And when I left public school for Horseheads Christian School my memory would return to that friend over the years and pray for him.
For you see, I had gotten saved over the summer between First and Second grades. And I had never figured out quite how to share it with him during second grade.
(As an aside, my mom said that in one of her conversations with Mrs. Ginnan, it was mentioned that because of my beliefs I took some ridicule from my peers that year, but wouldn’t give in. I don’t have memory of that at all.)
Years later I saw his picture while working at the paper, and wondered if it was him. It was in one of the wedding announcements. We got a chance to talk, and he remembered me, as I remembered him. He had become a Methodist minister. We discussed our faith. My prayers from all those years had been answered.
Then I knew his name, first and last. Today again I only remember Lance, and even that might be a substitution of the brain over time.
How about the rest of you? What do you remember about your second grade experience.
At The Rainbow 