Good Old Days Magazine

Getting to School: Winter 1945

In the autumn of my 9th year on this earth, I was, as usual, enrolled in our little oneroom country school along with three of my siblings. The children of three other farm families also attended Ridgeway No. 2.

Early that winter, unfortunately, our teacher became ill and could not finish out the year. It was too late in the season to find another teacher, so the children of the other families stayed home the rest of the year and would have to repeat their grades the

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