Yes, the new year brought new insights. Today I launched an Ezine dedicated to RHS Alumni and a web site to support it.
https://paul44b.substack.com/p/coming-soon?r=exxr&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&utm_source=copy
The web site is https://maroonsonline.com
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I just finished reading all of your blog entries and enjoyed them immensely. I was a fifth grader at Willard, sixth grader at Travell Annex, 7th, 8th and 9th, at BF and a 10th grader at RHS.
ReplyDeleteHomelife, for me, was chaotic and always in a state of financial stress. For the most part, we kids were oblivious, but we were obviously experiencing some level of trauma. For example, I only have a couple of memories, from my year at Willard. Firstly: the long walk home and back, for lunch. We lived on North Monroe, so walking to and from school, I passed the Huffman’s property, where sometimes I watched trainers out exercising trotters on the fenced in track, which was very exciting. And, then on the other side of the long tree-lined driveway, was the field with the Shetland ponies. I couldn’t longer too long at either spot, to watch because the walk home and back to school left little time to eat lunch. I can’t remember if this next memory is from when I was attending Willard or Travell Annex. The one and only time I was required to eat lunch at school, since there was no accommodation such as a lunchroom or cafeteria, I and one other student ate downstairs in what seemed like the boiler room, with the custodian.
Another time, at Willard, in the afternoon of scorching hot day, near the end of the school year, I walked to sharpen my pencil, at the sharpener that was mounted on a wooden shelf by the huge, wide open window, facing Morningside.
I stood there for quite a while, staring at the gentleman who was our crossing guard. I got lost in a trance, daydreaming. As he was leaning against a giant shade tree, something came over me and I yelled in a loud voice, that disturbed the serene quiet of the moment and blurted out the word, AT-Ten-Tion!
As if I were a drill sergeant. I shocked myself and all eyes were on me. Ms. Humphrey simply said, “Heather, please return to your seat.”
Sixth grade memories are abundant. I had Mr Johnson, who I worshipped. He was a great teacher and a wonderful man. We also had two super student teachers in our classroom.
…to be continued-possibly