Last blog I introduced you to one of my old bosses. You may have also seen in some of the comments to me a reference to moos or cows. There is a reason for that. These “moo friends” grew from young, fresh, out of college, inexperienced teachers to seasoned educators in the same school district with me.
The years may have caused a change in our hair color and style and added a few wrinkles, but nothing has dampened our spirits and love of life. Over the years we have laughed and cried together, seen each other through marriages and breakups, babies and losses of parents, watched kids grow up and go away, some too soon and some not fast enough, and most of all enjoyed and treasured each others friendship as we continue to do. In the midst of this, we encountered Mr. Superintendent who not only didn’t like my friends because they were fun, but also because they had history in the district and basically a fan club.
They were all excellent teachers or administrators who loved kids and gave all students everything they had to help them grow into responsible young adults. It didn’t take Mr. Supt. long to figure this all out, and in his typical loving way he began to refer to them as “old cows.”
Since these are wise and tough ole educators they turned it all into something fun and began calling themselves: the Moo-Moos. And it stuck. Nowadays, many still get together every month or so and talk about the good ole days as well as show off a few grandbaby or travel photos, share hobbies, or just catch up on the gossip—a few of the things that bring joy in this stage of their lives.
I appreciate them and all my earlier colleagues tuning in to my posts, and making comments when time allows. Just remember all the fun times, Moos, and don’t forget there is a reason we call that thing we flush a john!!!! Now, prepare for a book signing!!!
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Mr. Supt, who needs you? Book signing? Sign me up for the fan club!
Moos forever! Maybe the Moos need to start their own blog…we can chew the cud with the best of ‘em!
You have every reason to be proud of your contributions to the D.I.S.D. Each of you made a positive difference to many lives. If walls could talk!
Guess we proved that “old cows” can outlast the bull any time. John has certainly provided us a lot to ruminate over. Cindy, I can’t wait for the book!
We had great times- and still do. What a blessing it was to work with such a wonderful group. The blessing of that companionship still remains. I love the Moos!!!
Cindy, rememeber your all night moving up to the big time Taco U. party? We pinned the tail on John the Jackass as I recall. We did have some fun didn’t we? What a great time we all had growing up together–I think it is why we all turned out so well. Can’t wait for the book.
Don’t know about the rest of you, but my little bean bag ‘cow’ sits in a place of honor on the shelf beside the little stuffed animals students brought to me at the hospital after the wreck. And, when all was said and done, the COWS put that BULL out to pasture, didn’t we?
I have some “blackmail worthy” photos from the Taco U send off. Moss Moo
better watch out…and is the Spanish translation book Jan made anywhere around…and what happened to those “special earrings and lures”…and
pool parties…Benny Jones… Yes, I think the Moos could do a blog.