2-28-09...MISS HOGAN
My 3rd.&4th grade teacher was Miss Hogan. Now let me tell you that lady and I just didn't jive. Nope. Like two sore toes rubbing together. I think most liked Miss Hogan but not me. Seemed to me that she was picking on me all the time. I know I was a little snot, and Brenda was again in the same room with me, so I guess my orneriness was showing through more. I guess I wont blame her for it all but she was an ol bag as far as I was concerned.
Miss Hogan was a heavy woman with white hair. She wore it braided and wound around her head. Looked to me like a cap of some kind. I thought she had a pretty voice. I always thought of fudge when she talked.
Miss Hogans Mom and Dad in law lived very close to Brenda s house. All we had to do was crawl under one fence and go through a garden gate and we were in their yard. The older Miss Hogan was worse than the Teacher Miss Hogan but the old man was happy go lucky. He would let Brenda and I climb in their mulberry tree when the fruit was ripe and eat all we wanted. We sit up there and turn black all over from squashing those mulberries.
One day the Teacher Miss Hogan and her son were there. The son was on the back porch when all four of us climbed up in the mulberry tree. He came out and gave us all some ripe cherries to eat. Well of course we ate them. The two Miss Hogans came out and there I stood with my hands and mouth full of cherries. The rest were eating cherries too and her son had given them to us but Miss Hogan just had a fit. Told me I was not allowed to come over again and took the cherries away from me. “I brought these cherries for Mom Hogan to make Jam, she said, shame on you for eating them. Now go home”. We all went running over and told my Auntie what had happened and here she went. Flew over there like an ol settin' hen and told both Miss Hogans what for. Whooppee! Auntie you done good. Yep.
Seemed like Miss Hogan watched me like a hawk in school. I got blamed for everything it seemed to me. Still think she hated me but years later she assured me she didn't.
Miss Hogan and Miss Bonnie would be out on the playgrounds with us at recess to patrol the grounds. They would walk around with big dill pickles and/or a coke. Made me want a coke real bad in the summer when it was hot. Didn't seem fair to me cause we couldn't have cokes and pickles. I imagine they brought them from home. I saw the big gallon jar of dill pickles one day in the room where we took our nickels to buy candy. We called it the candy store. I tried to get someone to help me steal a pickle but no one wanted a pickle. Heck I didn't want a pickle anyway just wanted to show Miss Hogan a thing or two. Good thing I didn't succeed at that one.
One day I got sick and asked her to take me home. She said I was just pretending and made me sit down. I was really feeling sick with a headache. When lunch time came I told my Auntie who was one of the cooks then, that I was sick. Auntie knew I was. (I started having migraine headaches very young). She said,” tell your teacher”. “I told her but she don't believe me”, I said. Well let me tell you right now Miss Hogan did take me home and she did it right then.
I was so happy to get out of Miss Hogans classroom. I spent my third and fourth years in there. Maybe she wasn't as bad as I thought but I still see it the same way. Didn't like her. She didn't like me. NOPE!!
