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Oh boy, a lot of memories here. The principal was Mr. Skank and, me being a precocious little rat,
I knew him all too intimately. I had the pleasure of Mrs. Vincent as a teacher for grades 2 and 3.
I can hardly recall a thing about her, except I thought she was the cat's meow and she had a penchant
for saying, "Are you asking me or telling me?" if our responses to her queries came out tentatively.
I sang in the choir, played drums in the band, and got the role of Charlie Brown in the fifth grade
Christmas play. Two years before, Louise won the role of Maria, the lead part for the 2nd and 3rd grade
joint production of The Nutcracker Suite. I'd had to console myself with "Russian Dancer". There
was baseball all summer long--little league and pickup--the front of the school being our favourite
field. In the fall, after the World Series completed (we'd smuggle transistor radios into school, sit
at the back of class and listen to the games) we'd switch to football. Being too young for league play,
we'd organize our own teams with playing schedules, practices. No uniforms. No pads. Ruthless tackle
football. Notice the two light blocks at the corner of the building. The first is marked 1967, the
year the school opened and my first year there. There's a time capsule in it. I can't recall what
object my class elected to add. The other is marked 1972, the year my family moved to New Hampshire.
Interesting closure, eh?
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