About fifty years ago, the night of the programs at the rural schoolhouse was a big event. The school I attended had a stage at the front of the room with heavy wine colored curtains to be pulled by hand for the plays and pieces the children of the school would perform.
Most of the parents came to watch the children. At this time the parents were all married and no step-parents.
Some of the pieces the children said I remember. The one my little sister recited I remember the best:
"Thanksgiving is coming
The time is drawing near,
When mamma bakes pies
And daddy hunts deer.
We will have turkey
And many things more,
I hope I don't eat
Til my tummy gets sore." (She rubbed her tummy, rolled her eyes and ran off the stage - everyone clapping and laughing.)
Betty Jane Atkinson
Fair Grove, Missouri
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