PLEASANT VIEW SCHOOL, forever young!
To this day, memories of my grade school days still linger in remote patches of my mind. Various thoughts come and go as if a random roll of the dice brings up another nearly forgotten memory. I do enjoy those moments because my grade school experience was good. We were all farm kids, bussed in from all directions and taught by teachers of all types; most were very nice to us.
That old yellow school bus turned around in our lane. We always had time to run out and get on when it pulled up. The Kings lived further down the road but it was steep, narrow and unfriendly for vehicles like our school bus. They would have to ride or walk up that old steep hill every day.
Pleasant View had a Dining Room in which we ate our sack lunches. The school provided milk and an occasional treat of some kind. I will never forget those little glass bottles of milk with the paper lid that was easy to pull off. Once in a while we had ice cream! We always had fun sitting around the dining tables on benches, talking and laughing and cutting up as if we had good sense!
To this day, memories of my grade school days still linger in remote patches of my mind. Various thoughts come and go as if a random roll of the dice brings up another nearly forgotten memory. I do enjoy those moments because my grade school experience was good. We were all farm kids, bussed in from all directions and taught by teachers of all types; most were very nice to us.
That old yellow school bus turned around in our lane. We always had time to run out and get on when it pulled up. The Kings lived further down the road but it was steep, narrow and unfriendly for vehicles like our school bus. They would have to ride or walk up that old steep hill every day.
Pleasant View had a Dining Room in which we ate our sack lunches. The school provided milk and an occasional treat of some kind. I will never forget those little glass bottles of milk with the paper lid that was easy to pull off. Once in a while we had ice cream! We always had fun sitting around the dining tables on benches, talking and laughing and cutting up as if we had good sense!
We are all "Baby Boomers". Some have passed on from this life into the next. As I look at the old school photo, faces of my friends are forever frozen in time. I haven’t seen them since 1960, except one. So, to me, they are all forever young, just like I remember them!
