Seventeen and what a responsibility!

Saturday November 30, 1957

Yesterday I had to go to Willie’s school to talk with his teacher. He was being punished and he therefore had to write lines. I didn't think it was fair for him to have to write so many lines for what he did

 When I saw the teacher I said: “I hope you don't mind me coming because our Mother passed away last November. But I would like to know exactly what my little brother did to be punished so severely?” “I realize”, I continued, “that Willie is most likely not all together innocent.” The teacher explained the situation to me. 

He might have looked down on me because I am so young (17). But I have been blessed with a good set of brains and a mouth to match! It did not help I wore my hair in pig-tails! I guess I should have thought of that! (Oops where were those brains?)

 At least Willie knows that he is not alone and his big sister will stick up for him. It is difficult enough for the little guy that he does not have a Mother, he is only 11 years old. The teacher canceled the punishment with the promise I'd talk to Willie!