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Robert D. Porter
At the age of 5 lived on the west side entered kindergarten at Drexel grade school a year that I will never forget. After recess and the ending of the class we were all outside playing then we line...view moreAt the age of 5 lived on the west side entered kindergarten at Drexel grade school a year that I will never forget. After recess and the ending of the class we were all outside playing then we lined up at the door. A little girl who was a friend at the time closed the door on my hand cutting off three fingers I was rushed to the hospital. Luckily some one thought to pick my fingers off the floor. I imagine it was the teacher.
The first grade was the beginning of my learning experience I remember my first math Jesson at the time teachers used a math book that had simple math. They used a book that had adding subtracting multiplication. The pictures were apples and oranges and pears. For example: If you have three apples and you ate one. How many apples would you have left? Simple answer. 2 apples. Or if you have 6 oranges and you multiplied it by 3 how many oranges do you have simple but not as simple as subtraction. The answer of course is 1 8. For addition a problem might read if you have 12 pears and you bought 6 more how many pears would you have? Once again the answer is 18.
The second grade was just about the same the problems were the same but the teachers changed. By the third grade new classes were added weekly reader were our first reading classes that had stories in them. One of the stories that I liked was the story that I am sure. Everyone has read the three little pigs.
By the time third grade rolled around teachers were teaching social studies. Kind of your first introduction to things happening around the world. Not so much as politics but more of things like the first rocket being launched. The invention of something new. Like the washer and dryer that was electric
Well I made it through grade school. But sadly the grade school was demolished. And the only thing that remains is some ones remembrances of the school. My High school years were kind of different instead of going to one school I attended three high schools in the Dayton area. They were Roth freshman and half my sophomore year. We moved just across the street and i8 had to attend a school named Trotwood. Were I spent a year and a half. My sophomore year were I had to start over the sophomore year
Then my parents divorced and I had too attended Strivers where I finally graduated.
After leaving high school I was drafted into the army. During basic training I was scared to death when I had to low crawl over barbed wire with so one shooting blank bullets over my head. But I did not know they were blanks. After spending 3 years active duty I spent a year in reserve.
My military obligation was over what was I to do?view less