1955 Grade three Parent teacher meetings

Last week in April 1955 ,it was the grade Three's turn to entertain the parents at the Parent Teacher meeting.
    The girls had told me, incorrectly, that it was at the May meeting. They came home on monday and said they had to be ready for Thursday. mary Jane had the part in the play as the girl so she was ok for a costume , but Suzanne was a fairy!
    In desperation I called her former dancing teacher Trixie and borrowed a turquoise ballet tutu from her younger daughter. I made a wreath of roses on a base of pipe cleaners, wound it with ribbon for the fairy crown, covered a window rod with silver foil, laced it with pink ribbon and managed the required star for the wand. I put pom poms on her old ballet shoes and Suzanne was a fairy. 
    I had to work all day Thursday so I could be off in the evening for the affair. I began to feel odd during the afternoon. I  threw away the aging daffodils on the desk thinking their rather high odor was affecting me. Then all of a sudden i had to run for the basement washroom and be violently sick. I struggled back upstairs and left Mary Forrester holding the desk and called Wilf to come and bring me home. I crawled into bed and didn't care if I  lived or died. 
    About six thirty I was sick again . I made it to the bathroom. Mother was passing the door, trailing the brood, and she held my throbbing head while I did my best to deposit my insides, whole and entire into the toilet!
    I had an audience too. I couldn't see them through the haze of illness,but I could hear their excited remarks. 
Mary jane: Suzanne Suzanne come and see mother. Is she ever sick. 
Suzanne: Gosh!Jimmee Jimmee, come quick!
Jimmy: Yippee!
Michael: Momma! Momm!
It wasn't any fun at all when I crawled back exhausted, into bed. That show was OVER!!   
    Then it started. "Aren't you coming to the show? Won't you come? You havta come! 
Although Mary had been phoned to take my place, I didn't have the strength to resist their pleas. And Mary would be there for emergencies,so I crawled out of bed and gor mary jane into her flowery best dress. Suzanne became a fairy, wistful and sweet!( no one would ever suspect the iron that runs through her system!)
    Mother took over Jimmy and made a little gentleman out of him, complete with grey flannels and blazer. michael the two year old, stayed home with his Granny. i was dragging myself into my suit when there was a feeble knock at the bedroom door. There stood Mary Jane , a key character of the P.T.A. play. 
" I don't feel very good!"
    Oh no, I thought. Miss Galloway will never forgive us. All those rehersals!
    There was a mad dash into the bathroom and unmistakable sounds. 
    "Oh Mary Jane! Mary Jane! Did you get any on your dress?" (a concerned Mother?)