The Years of My Life, 1955

A Journey from 1944 to … Now

1955

In ’55 and ’56

I had my sixth-grade class.*

I didn’t know when it began

That much would come to pass.

But one day Dad informed us: We

Were moving out of state.

He’d taken a position, and

He thought it would be great.

We’re leaving Oklahoma! Oh,

So pure and dear the grief.

My neighborhood, my friends, my school—

I saw no sure relief.

Ohio?!? Isn’t that back East?

And “Buckeye”—what is that?

I wasn’t very happy—oh,

My dad was such a rat!

But leave we did, one August day.

My grandma waved good-bye.

And Grandpa stood beside her—oh,

I then began to cry.

And so it was we left the West—

Where I’d spent all my days.

And journeyed off to the Unknown—

My dreams now all ablaze.

*Mrs. Huddle was my teacher.