Bullying

That extra bit of bread and butter didn’t help with my scale this morning.  I’m up 2 lbs and boy am I going to have to work on it today.

As a young girl my family moved from Dorchester, Mass to Newton, Mass (the school system in Newton was #1 in the country).

I was a little (maybe a lot) nervous going to a new school and taking a bus.  I walked to the corner and was really happy to see a group of girls my age (waiting for the bus, too).  I was in the 7^th grade.  I said hello and told them my name and where I lived.  The spokesperson of this group pushed the other girls out of the way.  Now, came the questions.  She asked if my family was rich (how did I know?) we never talked about money at home.  Next question was about what did my dad do for a living.  When I said he owned a meat market and he was a butcher, she had enough information about me.  With contempt, she asked if I had ever heard of her uncle, Eddy Duchin.  When I said I never did – she was aghast!  After school I could hardly wait to get home and ask my folks if they knew him.  It turns out he was a famous bandleader in New York.

From then on there was very little if any conversation with her.  The other girls became my friends.

Was this the beginning of bullying?  Can you imagine how much this bothered me?  It was so many, many years ago.

Double Thumbs Down to Bullying

Double Thumbs Up for being bigger than those words and attitude

Be Happy Today

Grannie B