This is a special post for "Miss" Tammie and "Miss" Dennie Kay's class at Metter Elementary and for Ms. Lopez's 2nd grade class at Tornillo Elementary.
While we were waiting for lunch at La Calesa, I just had to visit the school. Once an educator always an educator!
I saw Tornillo Elementary School across the street. So I went over to find the principal, like "Miss" Charlotte. He is a man named Mr. Severo Alcoset. Here is a picture of me with Mr. Alcoset.
Tornillo Elementary (http://www.tisd.us/el/default.asp) is like Metter Elementary School (http://www.metter.org/mes.html). It has Prekindergarten, First, Second and Third grades. The counselor (like "Miss" Tammie Lanier), Mr. Rosales, took me to Ms. Lopez's second grade class. I took my bicylcle in the class so they could see all of my gear. The boys and girls had lots of questions. They looked at a map, just like the one at MES and saw where we are riding. They wanted to know where I lived. We found Georgia on the map. They live in Texas. Can you find Texas on your map? Can you find Georgia on your map? They asked me if I could speak Spanish. I can only say a few words. Here is a picture of the class and me.
This is a picture of the first graders at Metter Elementary.
When we left, the boys and girls came out to say goodbye. Thank you Mr. Alcoste, Mr. Rosales, Ms. Lopez, and all of the other staff for letting us visit. You can send me a message by clicking on comment. I will read it. Remember to wear a helmet when you ride a bike.
I want to tell you to have a nice ride and be careful when you are riding on the street. Remember to wear a helmet when you ride a bike….
Tiffany, ” I want to tell you to be careful when you are riding a bike and use a helment.”
Freddy, ” I liked your bikes and I learned alot from you.”
Kayla, ” Have a nice trip back to Gorgia and drink a lot of water.
Jose, “I liked all the things you had in your bikes and the little light you had in your bike.”
Lupe, “How many days did it take you to get where you are? Are you save?”
Sandra, ” how are you I hope you are save. When are you going back to Gorgia?
Elena, “Thank you for coming to my class and I liked your bikes.
hey Aunt Nancy,
Seage, Mariann and I went to the Mexican resturant tonight, Seage came by and read what you had to say but was too busy to write anything. We will write more later,
Love you, Polly
Nancy, a very interesting read on yours and friends ride. You are riding on parts of the country that I flew over for years. You are an inspiration to finally get on my Harley and do the same. Hang in there and stay safe. Love, Robert 4-10-07
Nancy, a very interesting read on yours and friends ride. You are riding over parts of the country that I flew over for years. You are an inspiration to finally get on my Harley and do the same. Hang in there and stay safe. Love, Robert. 4-10-07
Nancy, I have been flowering your journey with interest. It has been many
years since I have lived in Metter. I live in Dothan, Alabama now. Woodrow
(Woody) Tillery. I knew your parents Nita Belle and Howard and considered
them as very good friends.
Early on, after we moved to Metter our family became very good friends with
Mr. and Mrs. John Lee and their children Nita Belle, Claudine
and Lehman. This friendship lasted a lifetime.
At one time Mr. Lee was in the produce business. He would buy chickens and
haul them to Savannah to sell. After selling the chicken she would buy
bananas, oranges, apples, grapes and
other produce. Mr. Lee would haul the produce back to Metter to sell. He
sold some to merchant, on Fridays, and Saturdays he sold produce from his
truck. Mr. Lees truck, was an old Buick touring car with the body removed
front set back and replaced with a flat bed body with sides. On a few
Occasions I would make trips to Savannah with Mr. Lee. On one of these trips
we had the truck loaded with chickens filled coops. Each coop had perhaps
twenty chickens maybe more. The coops were stacked as high as we could get
them. When going to Savannah in those days we would go through Statesboro.
As we were nearing Statesboro Mr. Lee said “we are going to take the short
cut through Statesboro”. By doing this we would miss downtown Statesboro. On
this short cut driving at a moderate rate of speed we passed under some low
hanging utility wires. The wires came in contact with the top layer of
chicken coops, dragging several off. As the coops hit the ground some ripped
open chickens scattered into a lumber yard near by. We caught most of the
chickens shortly because they were dazed and stun. With the remainder we
spent the good part of the next two hours chasing, and catching chickens.
While delivering produce in Metter from store to store Mr. Lee would let me
drive the truck. I was perhaps fourteen years old at that time. At that age
it was a thrill to drive a vehicle and a stimulus to my ego. At that point
in time driving a car equates to becoming a man. There were no state driver
licenses nor age limits or any other restrictions to operate a vehicle in