This is what we, as children, saw as our world going home from Fuller School each day.
Corner of Blinn's Court and School....I think. Check out the cars.
Our world was the village and Fuller School. Our teachers were important examples for our lives.
Kathy has shared photos of Ms. Dupont and Ms. Buckley. Here are a few of my own memories of
those marvelous women and those days.
Miss Ethel Buckley taught second grade (you can all correct me if I am wrong here). She was tall (to us) and when the boys got rambunctious she put them in the supply closet and shut the door...a precursor to today's time out. No corporal punishment. The closet was as big as a small room and had a window it I am not mistaken.
Miss Marguerite Hoye was a sparkling individual...more than her personality, her smile had its own bling with a little gold cap on one of her teeth. Didn't she have a whole grocery store setup with make-believe grocery boxes and a little cash register, so we could learn to count money? In her grade three, I memorized the Night Before Christmas and recited it in front of the whole class....I still feel that sense of stage fright.
Miss Margaret Coleman had silver/blue hair and liked the color blue. All around the classroom above the blackboards or at the top of them were the words :
THERE IS NO SUCH WORD AS CAN'TI think most of us got that message as we made our way through life to adulthood with its challenges.
The teachers all went downtown to the elegant Leanard's Soda Fountain where they congregated and probably shared student stories of the day. Leanard's had marble topped tables and wrought iron chairs.
There are a few more memory blogs to share about our Fuller School Days. Come on folks, fess up and share your memories. They are so good for all of us.