Originally posted by Dixieland Dancer
We walked almost a mile to elementary school (it was uphill both ways) in the rain and snow and sunshine.
We walked to school too, until I was in the 5th grade. Then we moved and we got to ride the bus. But we loved walking to school. We had to walk down this side road because our parents didn't want us walking on the main highway. It went past an old mill that wasn't in operation. We were told in no uncertain terms to stay away from there because the floors might not be stable and we might fall through. I never went inside, but my brothers and their friends did (I was too afraid to fall through). A little bit past the mill were some houses with the river behind it, which sometimes flooded and was on both sides of the road, but the road was dry. A little bit past the houses was an old rickety bridge that the river went underneath. There was a rock in the middle of the river, right under the bridge, that we used to tell how high the water was. A little past the bridge was a house where an old lady lived. She would sometimes come out and ask us to help her bring coal in for her stove. Our parents told us to never go in her house, but the lure of the quarter she would give us was too much. Then, with the quarter in hand, we'd head to the little local store and load up on that same penny candy. One time I got a whole dollar, spent the entire thing on candy, and got caught when the teacher saw all this candy in my desk and called my parents.
Then I had to admit that I did go in the old ladies house even after I was told not to, and I spent the entire dollar on candy. How awful of me.
Shortly after the old ladies house was the school. We had many, many wonderful trips back and forth to school. I honestly don't remember what we did when it rained. The only time I remember walking being a problem was one time when there was a bad snow storm and the teachers were afraid to let us walk home in the snow. We were told to take the highway instead of the back road, but to stay well off the road and to watch out for the plows. We all made it home safe and sound. I remember when we moved and we had to take the bus I didn't like it. I would much rather have walked. Oh, and the reason my mom didn't give us a ride was because we only had one car and my dad took that to work everyday, so she couldn't.
I love the memory of walking to school - even if it was uphill both ways and the snow piles came to the bottom of the telephone wires.
Tubby
Spring 1986 - Dec. 11, 2004
RIP Big Boy
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Peanut
Fall 1988 - Jan. 24, 2007
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Robin
Fall 1997 - Oct. 6, 2012
RIP Sweet Monkeyhead Girl
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