Dear Folks, I loved being in the third grade in 1938 at Pacific Avenue School in Niagara Falls. I loved playing in the playground there. There were metal swings, a metal sliding board and a seesaw. Of course all of them were set into the concrete playground yard. I can't remember any of us getting hurt with the exception of me. There was a small patch of ice in the playground. I got up a good running start and slid the entire length of it. Wheeee! However, I came to a sudden stop where the ice ended. As a result I sprained my ankle and I had to hobble my way home so that Mother could "fix" it. There was another incident that I still remember. Mother bought me a "sapphire" ring-she bought it at the 5 and 10. It was the most beautiful ring I had ever seen and I took such very good care of it. One day while I was sitting at my desk I pulled out a Kleenex and sat there polishing up my ring. When I got home, however, I noticed I wasn't wearing my ring. Oh NO! I remembered that I had wrapped it up in the Kleenex and it was obvious to me that I had left it sitting on top of my desk. The next day at school I hurried to find the janitor. I asked him if he found my ring inside a Kleenex. No he hadn't. Obviously, he saw only a wadded up Kleenex and into the trash it went. I can't recall that I cried my eyes out at such a tragic loss, but I sure felt awful that my priceless ring had been lost forever. In fact, if Pacific Avenue School were still standing, I'd still want to seek out the janitor and ask him if the ring had ever shown up during the past 67 years. Boo, hoo! vee