For friends outside the U.S., I was 11 years old in 6th grade. Most kids turn 12 during that year, but I had a summer birthday.
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I have faint pencil on the back, and could be wrong, and could be mis-reading my own bad childhood spelling, but as far as I can read, I noted:
Mary Agnes Rodriquez, Eddie Lujan, Stella Martinez, Mr. Trujillo, Aileen Gallegos, Tommy Romero, Joanne Vigil
Janice Luttrell, Michael Vigil, Sandra Adams, Karen Wisdom
Phyllis Wilcox, Teddy Martinez, Joann Miller, Gerald Martinez, Georgia Swindell, Aaron Dean, Max Vega
Joseph Polaco, Roberta Arellano, Micheal Martinez, Joanna Alarid, Rudy Abeyta, Rosemary Sisneros, Pauline Sisneros
Gary Pulliam, Raymond Baca, Dolly Padilla, Frances Lovato, Lupe Salazar, Larry Naranjo
This was a good group, and I remember 6th grade fondly. We had a game for a while, very calmly stealing each other rulers from under the desks. Our desks opened on both sides (the box under the seat) and we each had a ruler. Boys would (gently, quietly) lift them from a girl's desk (or vice versa), like on the way to or from the door or pencil sharpener. No words were said. The teacher knew, but didn't mind. We were being very civilized.
The lifted rulers were put in our desks, with ours. Some kids had several. They would be stolen back, singly or as many as were in that desk if they could be subtly quietly obtained, but only during class that way.
If an assignment came that needed rulers, we passed them all back out to the right people.
Some were plastic, some were wooden, and I don't remember anyone ever being mad about it, just happy.
Those of us who rode the buses, some went on second trip, with the Jr. High and High School kids (the high school was just down the hill, by the river, so we had half an hour or more to play after school. One day Roberta got a pencil lead broken off in her forearm (wooden pencil, we didn't have mechanical pencils yet), and we didn't have a teacher to check with and were afraid she would get lead poisoning. We didn't know about graphite. She was okay, ultimately. I guess her mom or someone took it out when she got home.
Ted Martinez's dad was a fireman, in Los Alamos, and died saving someone from a house fire that year. I remember poor Ted crying, and we didn't know what to do. Mr. Trujillo handled it well, as he did just about everything, it seemed.
I posted on Facebook in "Espaņola, do you remember when?" here, in 2017, so there might be commentary there, or you could leave some,
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