I can see and hear them on a bright, early fall morning. They converge from all directions, each carrying a lunch pail. Some in rough leather boots, others barefoot, chattering about summer days of swimming in the pond or creek, fishing in a nearby lake, or helping to preserve the garden harvest.
The first breath of morning awakens the windmill to pump water for the thirsty students. Their thirst for knowledge will also be quenched as they study the three R’s of readin’ ritin’ and ‘rithmetic.
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Gus Friedrich
9/2/2019 09:24:29 am
Thanks for reigniting memories of having my mother as my teacher in a one room school where Jimmie Thompson was my only first grade classmate!
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