Mother Goose Catastrophe

It was not until today that I realized that Mother Goose was a real person. I always thought she was a fairy tail type person that children loved to read about or hear stories about.
In actuality I think she lived in the 1600’s or so and was a widow with six children. She married Mr. Goose who had ten children, then he died and she moved in with her daughter. Oh I just bet her daughter was thrilled.
Mrs. Goose loved children and enjoyed telling them stories and little rhymes. The story goes that one of her son-in-laws thought that there might be a market for these little jingles and stories. There you have the beginning of Mother Goose Nursery Rhymes; at least my version. I tell you all of this to preface a story that happened to me many many years ago, I believe in Miss Hanson’s second grade class. She chose Joan Montgomery and me to act out a Mother Goose story. Which one I do not remember, however, I especially remember that Joan played the part of Mother Goose. I so do wish I could remember what part I played because Mother Goose was furious with me.
We did our little skit in front of the class so everyone could see. Lucky me. Well, Joan came at me with her arms waving like an angry goose would. As she walked towards me I backed up and ker plunk I fell in Miss Hanson’s waste
Paper basket. My bottom down, my arms and legs up and my pride completely demolished.
Joan and I were talking about that the other day and how long it took to get a chubby little girl out of that wastepaper basket.