The last fall festival I attended
was when my children were at
Elder Primary and Sandersville Elementary Schools.
I remembered tonight how it felt to be a kid again.
Yes, that's me with the big mouth.
Someone said, "Where's your nose?"
I realized she thought I was a witch.
LOL! "Not tonight, Sweetie."
I always wanted to be a hippie.
Don't laugh. Seriously.
I just couldn't and be a preacher's kid.
I had the fear of God and my daddy.
I was a child of the 60's and a teen of the 70's.
When I was 12, I attended my first boy/girl hayride.
I dressed up as a flower child
with blue eye shadow, white lip gloss,
beads, maxi and flip flops.
I already had the straight, blond hair down my back.
When I was in the 5th grade, I wore a maxi dress to school.
It was blue with yellow flowers and a yellow ribbon tied in the back
from the empire waistline.
A boy stepped on the hem and it ripped down the front.
The teacher said, "Well, you knew better than to wear
that to school." I never did like that teacher.
I wore clogs and flip flops, smocks and scooter skirts,
maxi and mini dresses.
I listened to good music on 45's and LP albums,
8 Tracks and cassettes.
I had the best of both worlds.
Shoot, tonight we had it all too!
The cool girl playing the guitar and singing,
"Leaving on a Jet Plane,"
feeling the love and offering peace.
"Where Have All the Flowers Gone."
she's high on JESUS!
He's the only real PEACE!
Grace snatched the cool decor from her bedroom.
Beth brought the incense and the music
and we "Let the SONshine in."
It was GROOVY!
Feeling the Love,
More festival photos to follow.