Saturday, April 5, 2014

An Elephant, a Hat, and a Boy


Other than a snow day, there’s nothing more exciting to a child than going on a field trip and missing a day of school. As a rural girl, I didn’t go on many school trips, but when my family moved to Washington, Illinois, for three years, there is one field trip that sticks out in my memory—a trip to a pottery factory/store and to a bread factory.

Although I’m not positive of the exact year, I am can narrow it down to 1965 or 1966.

This particular trip tugs at my memory because it was fun and because I was scolded. In spite of being a rebel in my heart, I’m actually a law abiding, rule following gal so the injustice of that scolding is still fresh in my mind.
One of the places we visited that day was a plant where they created pottery. We were introduced to molds, slip and kilns. At the end of that visit we were allowed to buy souvenirs in their gift shop which is where I bought the red elephant planter, in the photo.

The second place we toured was a bakery where we were shown the process of bread making and packaging. I regret to tell you that I no longer have those souvenirs, because I ate them. At the bakery we were given paper hats to wear as we toured rooms where the bread making was going on. The hats were to protect the yummy bread from falling hair.
We were in a narrow line listening to the tour guide tell us about the function of that particular room when a boy, standing behind me, knocks the paper hat off of my head and it sails to the floor. The tour guide immediately stops his spiel and tells me to put my hat back on and then gives a brief lecture (again) on why we had to wear them. All the while, my classmates glared at me and the boy behind me snickered.

“We must keep our hats on,” The tour guide says one more time before we move to the next room.
Although I was embarrassed, I didn’t let it ruin my day because our next stop was a picnic in a park with lots of running space and playground equipment.

Boys have come and gone in my life, but my love for (all things) bread and my elephant made of pottery remains.

12 comments:

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

Shame on the tour guide's part for not catching the culprit in action. Or putting two and two together. Glad it didn't ruin your day though.

SittieCates said...

It's nice to hold on to beautiful memories.

I would've probably done the same. I'd eat those souvenirs from the bakery, too. :-)

JoJo said...

I bet that boy had a crush on you. lol

indigo said...

good memories coming back :)

don't we all those mischievous guys in class who just want to create some nuisance? they keep on adding fun to the boring times !

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Gossip_Grl said...

I clean house for an elderly lady who has quite a few elephants like the one in your pic. :)

Pat Hatt said...

Boys will be boys, could have had a crush on you indeed

Mary Aalgaard said...

I'm sure he was trying to flirt with you, but he deserved the scolding and maybe an elbow in the gut.
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Teresa Powell Coltrin said...

I doubt if he was crushing on me since we were only 10 or 11. He was just being ornery I guess.

Hilary Melton-Butcher said...

Hi Teresa .. I love the elephant planter and the fact it's lasted the test of time - lovely.

Kids will be kids and the tour guide should have been a teacher - how irritating .. but it didn't spoil the day or the picnic - just a niggle in the middle!

Cheers Hilary

Inger said...

Oh, the things we remember! But overall it sounds like a good trip and a good memory.

Inger said...

PS. I forgot to mention how much I like your old photographs.

Lisa said...

Atta girl! I bet that boy got his own back at some future time...!