A Baby Boomer's Scrapbook
This is a series of stories of Max Bishop's early life.
Growing up in rural Michigan in the 50's & 60's was pretty good for most of us, I think... After World War II, from year to year, until maybe the late 70's, life got better for most of us. Not that life didn't continue to get better after that, it's just that the growth and change was so visible because, with the baby boom and the rapid changes in technology, things were happening so fast...
It was an era when, for the most part, Dads still worked and Moms still stayed home and raised the kids. And everybody had kids. Though there were a few in our neighborhood with 1 or 2, most families had 3 or more. We ended up with 7 but some had 8, 9 or even 10.
Most families only had one car and, though indoor plumbing was becoming the norm, some of us still had outhouses.
Memories of that time were mostly pretty good but the strongest memories were of school experiences. Summers remembrances are sparse, as they may have been with most kids, perhaps because they were too short.
Anyway, since most of these memories are of school, the chapters of Max's early life are divided up, school year by school year. If you were part of that story at Meridian High, you may be able to find "Bona Fortuna" yearbook pictures of yourself on one of the pages of the chapters titled "The Kids at Meridian High..."
School Life from 1951-1966...
was a good year. Suddenly, I was in
the arms of a beautiful women, surrounded by even more women, just waiting to
hold me in their arms (Grandma was probably there and I'm sure
time between kindergarten and first grade, in 1951, my Dad bought two acres of
land on the east side of
thought I had gone through the whole third grade at
The baby boom must have been going strong in Michigan because
there were so many new kids that our fourth grade class
was held in the
I went there, Mills Central was a new red brick school and was located on the
north side of
6th grade was pretty memorable because of the long bus ride and because
that's where I met most of the
was starting to kick in and that bus ride gave the boys plenty of time to
be raucous, rowdy and bawdy. It
seems that that was the year we learned to swear and tell dirty jokes and some
of us would use the occasion of the bus ride to use our newfound vocabulary as
often and as intrusively as we could. For
some reason, too often I'm afraid, one of us would start to sing and several
others would join in to sing songs like 99 bottles of beer (all the way down to
1 bottle sometimes) as loud and as long as we could
...my time at Cady school turned into a year full of life changing
experiences for me. Again, as in the
4th grade, the baby boom effect must have caused a shortage of classroom space
and the 1958 6th and 7th grade kids from Larkin and the 7th grade kids from
Mills got mixed together in a three room school on Sturgeon Road called Cady. The
school had three rooms but only two were used for classes. The third was always
empty. There were girls and boys
bathrooms, of course and at least one cloakroom where coats and lunches were
memory of 8th grade at Northeast blurs together with 9th
grade and I canít separate them in time. I
remember what seems like long, and often cold, bus rides to school where we were
dropped off to s pend the first several minutes in the morning waiting in the
cafeteria for classes to start. I think we had enough time to read or do
homework but I think I mostly spent my time just looking around. There was always a teacher there to
monitor our behavior and I donít think we were able to get away with much
pend the first several minutes in the morning waiting in the cafeteria for classes to start. I think we had enough time to read or do homework but I think I mostly spent my time just looking around. There was always a teacher there to monitor our behavior and I donít think we were able to get away with much screwing around.More at the following link...
a month before school started in 1961, I came down with hepatitis. Iíve never been so sick before or since
and it took me about six weeks to recover. That meant that I didnít start
school at Midland High until about two weeks after everyone else did. I didnít take the bus the day that I
started. My mother drove me because
I had to go to the Dr.ís office first to get some sort of OK to go back to
school. I donít know why I remember that.
More at the following link...
More at the following link...
In the summer of 1962, about 9 weeks
after a diagnosis of stomach cancer and an unsuccessful surgery, my Grandpa
School Life: The Kids at Meridian High, A-F (Music may play, have volume control ready... ;-)
School Life: The Kids at Meridian High, G-L (Music may play, have volume control ready... ;-)
School Life: The Kids at Meridian High, M-R (Music may play, have volume control ready... ;-)
School Life: The Kids at Meridian High, S-Z (Music may play, have volume control ready... ;-)
School Life: Off to College (Music will play, have volume control ready... ;-)
The following link will take you to the first couple of chapters of...
If you have anything to say or ask about what you see or read here (or find mistakes that need correcting),
send Max an email at email@example.com ...