Childhood Memories Friday: Getting Ice


My third grade teacher was Mrs. Baughman.  The next year, she moved up to fourth grade (she told us it was because she liked our class so much), and I had her again.

She was an older lady, and I really liked her.  I remember her discussing her granddaughter, her love of begonias, and a son who worked on an aircraft carrier.  I also remember her chiding me to say “Hawaii” rather than “Hawayah”, and she said, “Offen is a word that is of-ten mispronounced”.

One thing she let us do was paint replicas of Currier & Ives prints on a bulletin board at the back of our classroom.  Here’s one that we painted:  it’s called Winter in the Country: Getting Ice.

Getting Ice Currier & Ives

I remember this bulletin board as really large – maybe 4′ high by about 8′ long.  She gave us this print to follow, and then would allow a few students at a time to work on transferring it to white paper on the bulletin board, first with pencil, and then painting it.

I remember getting to stay in at recess with my best friend, Miriam, and mixing paints to create just the right color for the sky.  In my mind, our finished product was just fabulous.  Looking at the painting now, it is so complex that I can’t imagine a bunch of fourth graders doing it much justice, but I would just LOVE to see what we did.

At the time I don’t recall remembering the name of the painting.  Awhile back, I was thinking about it though and thanks to the wonders of online searching, I was able to locate it.

As a side note, the summer after my senior year in high school, my parents let me go on a three-week tour of Europe with the Sound of America Band and Chorus (I played oboe – and I must admit that I just googled SOA and am thrilled to see they’re still around!).  Mrs. Baughman saw an article about this in the paper, and realized that she just happened to plan to be in Paris at the same time I would be.  She visited me at my hotel there – I thought that was really neat!

Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose.

~From the television show The Wonder Years

11 thoughts on “Childhood Memories Friday: Getting Ice

  1. I would love to see the picture that your class painted! What a neat thing for her to do for her class. It’s sad that teachers aren’t able to do things like that now, with all the concern for getting the testing numbers up and all that. I know my teacher friends would love to be able to be creative teachers again.

  2. I would have enjoyed and remembered something so cool!

    What a great teacher you had.

    I’m jotting things down and trying to come up with some memories worth sharing; I love this meme and I am going to join again!

  3. Great story! And you’ve just reminded me of my childhood memories: I was a child!

  4. That is a lovely painting. I like old pictures and painting / drawings. You did have a great teacher. I had a couple like that too.

    Unfortunately, I don’t have many childhood memories … Mom died when I was 10 yrs old and things went downhill from there. I’ve had a great life after leaving home, though, at age 18. It’s been onward and upward for me! :o) ♥ ∞

  5. I will just use my TIMRT for Childhood Memories Friday because it WILL be a Childhood Memory of mine 🙂


  6. You loved Mrs. Baughman. The feeling was mutual. She once confided in me, “Susan makes her own luck!”

  7. I simply cannot resist your childhood memories posts. They make me smile and, more importantly, they help me to reminisce. Today I am making my “thank you” official by becoming a follower!


  8. I wonder if anyone has a picture of your finished work? That would be something to see!
    Mrs. Baughman was wonderful!
    My only memory like this is a close relationship I had with a teacher in high school. She used to read the stories I wrote then (I shudder every time I think about that!) and encouraged me to always write. I still have them and let me tell you, those stories really stunk!! What an incredible person she was because she saw a spark there and if she had been too critical, she might have doused the tiny flame, perhaps keeping me from writing ever again. Her name was Miss Hanley and no, she wasn’t an English teacher but a Social Studies teacher! I am forever reminded of her kindness and encouragement when I write now.
    Teachers and others who mentor you in your life can be so powerful. Thank you Susan for reminding me and everyone of this.

  9. Teachers can really make an impact on us, can’t they! It’s something to remember when dealing with children! That’s such a cool memory, esp. the painting. When adults expect something of children, it’s amazing how they come through!

    Thanks for the comments on my blog. I am actually originally from Indiana, so I was quite thrilled when she won! I was proud of her, too, for singing a Christian song. If all the girls in the pageant are the caliber of the two we knew, there’s a lot of hope for the future! (Sierra’s family is really sweet too. She’s only done, like, 3 pageants – she started when she was 17, to get scholarship money, and she’s 20 now). My friend Barb and I were cheering every time Miss Indiana was on, and once Sierra had placed, we started rooting for Miss Indiana in earnest. She’s lovely!

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