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Well, come then, to my swift comeuppance, the blogarific, blogadelic, blogtastic and blogtacular blog of Aram Shumavon. Starting, I feel apropriately, with some awesome pics sent to me (and my longest having been friends compadre John Kane, aka JVJ, aka Juan Val Juan, aka Jota Val Jota, aka Jan Noble) by my dear brother Greg.
That's right:
pictures of:
Ms. Melvin's 3-5 grade class from the McGuffey Lab School
and
Mrs. Kretchmer's class, similarly grouped.
Not only do these fantastic, horrifying and stultifying photos remind me of "the long walk" across the campus of Miami University to school, but they shocked me with the blatant, no crass is a better word, diversity we were so cruely subjected to during those otherwise halcyon days in small town southwestern white, white, white rural Ohio.
And while I was so happy to see Chichi Duramaku's smiling face, I did have to wonder whatever happened to some of those folks (Chichi included)?
w3rd,
a.
That's right:
pictures of:
Ms. Melvin's 3-5 grade class from the McGuffey Lab School
and
Mrs. Kretchmer's class, similarly grouped.
Not only do these fantastic, horrifying and stultifying photos remind me of "the long walk" across the campus of Miami University to school, but they shocked me with the blatant, no crass is a better word, diversity we were so cruely subjected to during those otherwise halcyon days in small town southwestern white, white, white rural Ohio.
And while I was so happy to see Chichi Duramaku's smiling face, I did have to wonder whatever happened to some of those folks (Chichi included)?
w3rd,
a.
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