I GRATEFULLY DEDICATE

THIS LITTLE BOOK

TO MY LOVING SISTER

ANN ELIZABETH

Table of Contents

My Parents

Earliest Memories

My Early School Days

My Junior High School Days

Vacation and Trips

Clubs and Hobbies

As I See Myself

My Future

My Parents

In a little town of Jugoslavia both of my parents were born. My mother led a terribly hard life in mother led a terribly hard life in Jugoslavia. When she was six years old she had to get up early in the morning to see if there was anything mission on the farm. My mother was too poor to go to school. She would, instead play with the animals that they had on the farm. She never played with other children until she was eight years old. At the age of eight she had more work to do because her parents bought more cattle. In order to have all her work done by noon, when a girl three miles away would come and play with her, she had to get up very early. When my mother was eighteen years old she came with my uncle to the United states.

My father, too, had a hard life. When he was five years old he had to work in the pastures. He would wake up before sunrise and start

to work. School started at ten

o’clock. At noon his mother would bring him a lunch. This was for his breakfast and dinner. In those days my father had only a half an hour for lunch and play. In summer school would end and at three o’clock. For vacations he had only one month. To my father it was no vacation for he had to work just he same. At the age of twelve years he was in the fifth grade. Children in the fifth grade only went to school twice a week. If a pupil wouldn’t mind the the teacher would take about four handfuls of sharply cut stones and make the disobedient pupil kneel on them and pray.

At the age of sixteen my father came to America and started to work in the coal mines of Pennslyvania. At eighteen he went to Salt Lake City, Utah and went to work in the copper, gold and silver mines. My father was a wealthy man when

he got married. My father met my mother when he was nineteen years old. He married her when he was twenty.

My Earliest Memories

I can remember as far back as when I was four years old. My sister went to school and I was anxious to go too. I had a girl friend who lived near my home. Her name was Rose. Her brother was two years older than she. My sister went to school with Rose’s brother. The first day my mother made lunch for my sister, I cried and cried. I wanted a lunch too. Finally to stop my crying my mother made me a lunch went and told Rose. Her mother then made her a lunch. When I saw my sister going to school I told Rose we ought to run after them if we wanted to go to school. Her mother heard me say it and objected to it. She told us we should go into the back yard and play on the grass. Her mother brought the dolls out and dishes. She told us we should unwrap our lunches and put it on the large plate she was holding. I never could forget the splendid time we had at our little party. I believe we had a better lunch time

than my sister and Rose’s brother.

I can remember when I was at the age of four my father gave me a good whipping. My father one day gave me a dollar for a haircut. I didn't know it was for a haircut. I went and called Rose and told her about it. She said I shouldn't let her mother know about it or she would take it away from me. I asked her what I should do with it. She asked me if we should have a big party. I liked parties and thought my father wouldn’t care. So Rose and I went from one store to another buying candy and ice cream until we got lost. Rose’s mother looked for us everywhere. My father told Rose’s mother I would get a good spanking if I didn’t come home before six o’clock. That was the time I was supposed to be home,

Our grocery man lived two miles away from our home. He would deliver groceries twice a week. We walked as far as the grocery man’s house. We began to cry until his wife came out and when she saw me you can imagine how surpassed she was. She took us into her house and asked us what we were doing. She washed our faces and gave us something to eat. When the grocery man came home he took us home. You can imagine yourselves what I received from my father when I got home. For losing myself and spending. the dollar,

The first time that I can remember having a ride in a street car was when I was coming to Cleveland, We lived in Berea at that time. I had an uncle and aunt here in Cleveland. I was afraid to get into the car. The conductor said he would give me a penny if I would get in. I liked money so I went in. I asked him for my penny and he gave it to me with a smile. From that day on I never was afraid to get on a street car.

My Earliest Memories

At the age of five, I began to go to school. I then lived in Berea, Ohio. In our school we had only two rooms, which were large ones. In one room there were three grades. The first, second and third. In the other room there was the fourth, fifth, and sixth. One thing that I remember very well is that I was a smart girl in all my subjects. Even though I was smart I never received a grade higher than “C”. In that school “A” was the highest grade, and “E” was the lowest.

My teacher disliked me because I would always tease her about how funny her clothes were. She always gave me “E” or “C”.

One day during recess, I went to our club house. It was an old shack, almost blown down by the wind. It was in the school yard and the children who wanted to eat their lunches there instead of in the room could do so. There was a girl whom I liked very much in my class and I never thought that she would play a trick on me. But she did. While we were eating our lunch in this shack, she asked me if I liked my teacher. I told her I never would be able to like her after the grades that she had given me. I also told her that this teacher was a mean old crab. When we were finished she ran like lightning to the teacher and told her everything that I had said and the next minute I found myself being shaken by my teacher. After she had finished shaking me she put some medicine in my mouth. I didn’t care, but later it began to burn and I put my head on my desk and began to cry. Three days before this happened we had gotten our report cards. Mine was filled with “E ”s .

That afternoon I was crying and my father walked into the room very quietly. When he said “Good Afternoon”, to the teacher I put my head up and none would believe that I was crying. I thought the teacher would tell my father what I had called her. Then I surely would get a spanking. But no, he asked her why I received such low marks. The teacher told him I liked to talk and would never listen to her. When he was ready to leave, she told him that I was picking up in my work, much better now, but it didn’t look like that on my report card for I again received “E”s.

My mother began to get tired of Berea, so we decided to move to Salt Lake City, Utah to my aunt and uncle. It was on a Tuesday morning my mother woke me up and told me it was moving day. I got up and quickly dressed myself. I had a long ride and liked it. Here I lived for one year.

At the age of seven we moved to Bedford, Ohio. I didn’t like this city because the children around the house where I lived were not good sports. They always made faces at me when I passed.

We lived in Bedford for a while, until sad news came one day that my aunt was very ill and they didn’t expect her to live. So we rushed to Cleveland. She grew better every day, and she is still living. We lived on 25th street. On a Monday morning father took me to school. He asked me if I knew the way to come back home. I said yes but I didn’t. When it was time to go home for lunch I began to cry. A girl named Mary Berendt was putting a cloth over the teacher’s desk. The teacher asked her if she knew where I lived. She said she saw when we were moving across from her house. She told the teacher she would take me home. We asked each other questions about ourselves. She called for me for school in the afternoon. Since that day till today Mary Berendt and I have been great pals and have never had a fight.

My Junior High School Days

When I was in the sixth grade I thought I was a big shot and could boss everyone as I liked, but I soon found out I had to be higher than the sixth grade.

When I passed to the seven B and came here to Brownell I felt very small when I saw the big girls hurrying through the halls. They knew just where to go without stopping and asking, “ Where can I find Room 110?" or some other class as I had to. I was a bright girl in the 7B and 7A.

One thing, I like best of Brownell is that they give you once a week: swimming, gym and club.

I was in the 8B when my homeroorn teacher thought she would get married and would stay a homeroom teacher no longer. I was hurt badly because I knew that I would miss her. Near the close of the semester she gave a farewell party to the class. She bought little tin spoons of tin to eat our ice cream with. Some of the children kept them as souvenirs. In the 8A we had the most work to do because we soon would be leaving. We also had a lot of fun. I have loved Brownell from the 7B up till now. I know it will be hard for me to leave such a dear old school.

My Vacation

At the age of seven I took a trip to Salt Lake City, Utah. It was the most enjoyable trip I ever took. We went to the station first, where we waited for the train. I at first was afraid to go in but my father told me I shouldn’t and helped me up the steps. I had a long ride, and I liked it too. My aunt and uncle were waiting for me at the station.

When I arrived at their house, the first thing I did was to make friends with the Indians who lived next door. They were very friendly Indians. I would go with my aunt’s daughter, son and the two Indian girls to their cousin’s nearby. I remember one of the Indian women gave me some cornmeal cake which I lived very much. The Indian

woman are very neat and very good cooks. All the Indian girls and women wear beads. When I was told that I was going to leave Utah, I was sorry for I knew I would miss my friendly Indians. One of the Indian women gave me a string of beads which I believe I left on the train on my way back to Cleveland. I also was given an Indian blanket, but I left this at my aunt’s house.

Marionette Club

The Marionette Club

I was in the 7A when Miss Irvin told our art class she was going to have an Marionette Club. I always liked to play with marionettes therefore I joined the club. When I became a member of it the first thing I made was a big black cat.

The cat was made of black velvet material, it had big black yellow eyes and long whiskers. I stuffed the cat with cotton so that it would look like a real cat.

In the 8B I again joined this club. Here I made a little cat. It too was made of black velvet but had small yellow eyes and short whiskers.

During the time I was in that club, we gave two plays, in which I used boy cats. We stitched strings on certain parts of the marionettes so that when we wanted certain parts of the marionettes to move we just picked the marionettes up. I think the Marionettes Club us a very interesting club to join; therefore I hope all the girls will join the club sometime.

As I See Myself

I suppose some people consider me a perfect pest; nevertheless, like most people, I think I have good qualities as well as bad. In my own opinion I think I am a neat, conscientious. kindhearted, quick tempered girl. Anywhere I go I always wear clean clothes. They may not be fancy, but they are clean and neatly pressed. I am kind and like every one who is kind to me. I will do anything anyone asks me to do if it will help them in any way, I am thirteen years old and I am about five feet tall. I have dish water blonde hair and grayish blue eyes and a fair complexion. Many people say that I am nice; I hope that they are right.

My Future

When I leave Brownell I will go to an academic high school. I will take an academic course that will lead me to college. My ambition is to be a junior high school teacher. I will try to earn my own way through college. I wouldn’t enjoy going to a college in Ohio. I would like to go to a college in a different state. I will try to be kind to everybody in college and senior high school. From the wages I earn when I begin work as a teacher I will give part to my and parents keep the rest. During my summer vacation I will travel to different parts of the country. I expert to work as a teacher until I am promoted to the principal of the school. I hope that my future will turn out as I want it too.