|My Kindergarten Certificate|
So my parents found a private kindergarten, which was run by Mrs. Betty Goss out of her home (on Zafar Street). An older gentleman (in our eyes he seemed old - he could have been 30'ish) would pick up kids from various neigborhoods in a large station wagon (Amir-Abad, in my case). I would sit in the cargo area in the back with a group of girls. My girlfriend's dad was African American and her mother was from Switzerland. They called her Tootsie, and so did I. She was my first best friend.
I attended the all-day program for a few weeks. This was the time my mom was pregnant with my sister, which I do not remember at all as she never mentioned that I would have a sister or brother soon. I never noticed any change in her appearance either, but I doubt that a 5-year old would pay attention to that. We would have to take naps after lunch on the big king size bed in the masterbedroom on the second floor. I loved that bed because it was so big and soft. There were only a few of us in the afternoon.
We did a lot of arts and craft and coloring, of course, that's what you do in kindergarten. I loved the assortment of crayon colors and the coloring books or sheets. I should have added in my entry, that the smell of crayons reminds me so much of that time.
For Valentine's Day we were supposed to make cards for our friends or maybe for everyone of the kids. At home we did not have much craft material and there was no stationery store in our area. So mom took my dad's Winston cigarette boxes and we cut out the red parts shaped as hearts.
I learned a lot about America during that time, about Presidents, the Capitol, Thanksgiving, Johnny Appleseed, Christmas carols, etc.
I have searched the internet, but was not able to find any mention of this kindergarten, too bad, I would have loved to hear about other peoples' experience.