{"id":3340,"date":"2014-01-07T06:05:10","date_gmt":"2014-01-07T14:05:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/michellejolin.com\/wordpress\/?p=3340"},"modified":"2014-01-06T18:01:16","modified_gmt":"2014-01-07T02:01:16","slug":"sunday-girl","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/michellejolin.com\/?p=3340","title":{"rendered":"Sunday girl"},"content":{"rendered":"<blockquote><p>\nAnd the child that is born on the Sabbath day<br \/>\nIs bonny and blithe and good and gay.<br \/>\n&#8211;Traditional verse<\/p>\n<p>I saw a girl from a lonely street<br \/>\nCold as ice cream but still as sweet<br \/>\nDry your eyes, Sunday Girl<br \/>\n&#8211;Blondie\/Sunday Girl\n<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>I was born on a Sunday a long time ago. According to the old poem, that makes me bonny and blithe. When I was a little girl, I think that was very true. I was a cute little girl with a cheerful disposition.  Cheerfully prone to stubbornness, if I&#8217;m completely honest. I may have been cheerful, but I was born with a firm conviction of my own intelligence. I was pretty sure I was always right about everything.<\/p>\n<p>When I was 4 or 5, I remember the extended family going  on a trip to Diamond Lake. We were staying in a cabin, and I would skip around all day, usually singing. My grandmother pointed out two things to my mother:<br \/>\n1. I had a very true singing voice for such a little girl.<br \/>\n2. It was very inappropriate for me to be singing songs from the musical &#8220;Hair&#8221; at my age. (I really liked the song &#8220;Ain&#8217;t Got No&#8221; at the time. Especially the part that went &#8220;ain&#8217;t got no underwear.&#8221;)<\/p>\n<p>It is unfortunate that I don&#8217;t remember how my mother replied to the implied criticism about her letting me listen to &#8220;Hair.&#8221; We also had the soundtrack to &#8220;Mary Poppins&#8221; which I liked nearly as well, and &#8220;Hard Days Night&#8221; by the Beatles. Sonny and Cher. I sang along to all of it.  I&#8217;m sure my mother bit her tongue and refrained from telling my grandmother her thoughts on the subject. Ma has always been diplomatic when required.<\/p>\n<p>I remember being a very happy child. Smiling. Laughing. Singing. Reading. My one big disappointment was when they wouldn&#8217;t let me start first grade when I was 5. The cutoff to start first grade was to turn 6 by November 15, and my birthday is on the 17th. I cried all the way home, and could not understand why they didn&#8217;t want me. I don&#8217;t think I really understood the idea of a deadline, all I knew is that I already knew how to read, and I belonged in school. I had been looking forward to going to school for as long as I could remember. School was where I was going to really start learning things. I just knew it.<\/p>\n<p>As it happens, I was pretty wrong about that.<\/p>\n<p>Still, I was probably skipping and singing again before long. I still had books to read, and pictures to draw. Horses to pet. Chickens to feed.  A little brother to tease. Things to be right about.<\/p>\n<p>Finally, when I got to go to school, it was a little disappointing. The teachers quickly figured out that I didn&#8217;t need them, and focused their attention on the kids that didn&#8217;t already know how to read.<\/p>\n<p>I was still fairly bonny, but got less and less blithe as time went on.<\/p>\n<p>Eventually the smile did come back again.<br \/>\nNow I&#8217;m a little less bonny. <\/p>\n<p>I guess you don&#8217;t get to be both as an adult over 50.<\/p>\n<p>Ach, well. I&#8217;ll take blithe over bonny any time. Especially since it&#8217;s not like I&#8217;m nae bonny at all. I&#8217;m still moderately bonny.<\/p>\n<p>Is that a thing?<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/michellejolin.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/01\/20140106-093025.jpg?ssl=1\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/michellejolin.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/01\/20140106-093025.jpg?w=660&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"20140106-093025.jpg\" class=\"alignnone size-full\" \/><\/a><br \/>\nStill bonny and blithe at age 5-ish<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>And the child that is born on the Sabbath day Is bonny and blithe and good and gay. &#8211;Traditional verse I saw a girl from a lonely street Cold as ice cream but still as sweet Dry your eyes, Sunday Girl &#8211;Blondie\/Sunday Girl I was born on a Sunday a long time ago. According to &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/michellejolin.com\/?p=3340\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Sunday girl<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3355,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3340","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-words"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/michellejolin.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/01\/20140106-093025.jpg?fit=300%2C295&ssl=1","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7lr3R-RS","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":9172,"url":"https:\/\/michellejolin.com\/?p=9172","url_meta":{"origin":3340,"position":0},"title":"A brief pause in the flow of words","author":"Michelle","date":"January 27, 2015","format":false,"excerpt":"Dear blog, Please excuse Michelle for not writing any words tonight. 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