A Baby Boomer's Scrapbook
memories about the 3rd grade ended up being somewhat more confused than I
thought I had gone through the whole third grade at
Fick's 1953-54 class photo and Mike Kauppi's memory cleared up some confusion I
had about who we had for a teacher in the 3rd grade. I know I had Mrs. Joseph for the 1st
grade and Mrs. Curtis in the 4th. Judy's
2nd grade photo showed Mrs. Herner as the teacher that year and Mike Kauppi
remembered Mrs. May as our 3rd grade teacher.
of the first memories I have of Mills Center was when some of us were allowed to
go outside on a warm fall day and study our times tables. I have no idea why that was important
enough to stick in my brain.
memory is of a game we used to play called "King on the Hill" or
"King on the Mountain" or something like that. Several kids would team up with one boy
sitting on the shoulders of another. By
pushing or grabbing and pulling, the boys sitting on top would then try as hard
as they could to topple the other teams. The winner was the only pair of boys
left standing. I was always the
smallest boy in my class and Tom Boman was always the biggest. We always teamed up together and I think
we were almost unbeatable. Tom was
so strong that even if I would have preferred to fall off when someone was
tugging hard on me, he wouldn't let go of my legs and we would eventually
think that game was a good lesson that stuck with me. In every grade through school, I was
always the shortest kid. For that
reason, either consciously or unconsciously, I think I tended to be friends with
the biggest or toughest boys. I
doubt if I thought about it much at the time but, this had two obvious
advantages. I was never on the
opposite side of the biggest baddest dudes and if a stranger tried to pick on
me, the biggest baddest dudes would be on my side and may have even
incident that Mike Kauppi remembered but I didn't was when Lorretta Hardy
accidentally hit her sister with a bat right between the eyes. Mike said it was a pretty hard hit and
that Lorrine was in significant pain as well as shortly thereafter developing
two black eyes.
and I also both remember one particular event in different ways and for
different reasons. Mike reminded me
of an ice cream bar treasure hunt that the teacher sent us on. He said, "...the teacher had put up
clue signs leaving the building, out towards the back behind the school, a
little bit through the woods, and eventually ending up back at the school." Mike remembers that, as one of the last
kids to leave the school, he noticed a strange cardboard box in the coat and
boot area on a bench on the left side as you were leaving the building. He
wondered at the time if that might be the ice cream. And, sure enough, the ice cream was in
that box that he spotted on his way out the door.
Mike thinks that the teacher was standing by the back exit door when we
started on the "treasure hunt", and just kept everybody moving so that
he didn't have time to look at what was in the box that was sitting there. Mike
thinks that the person that won may have gotten 2 ice cream bars instead of one. He also said "I could have kicked
myself for not trying to look in that box as I went out the door, but then
again, she probably wouldn't have let me look in it anyway."
enough, I remembered the part about the class searching through the woods for
something but I didn't remember what we were searching for or why . I think I remember this event because,
during the search, Loretta Hardy started chasing me through the woods to try and
get a kiss. She eventually caught up
and kissed me. I suspect the reason
that I remember that part so well is because, although I probably had fervent
hopes that it would happen, no girl ever chased me for a kiss again. Now isn't that sad?
we were transferred to McLaren the only specific thing I remember is the drawing
experience that I thought I had had in the 1st grade. Apparently, the teacher thought I was
good enough at artwork that after one assignment where we all had to draw
insects or animals from pictures in the science book, the teacher gave me extra
time to draw all of the critters in the book.
I think there were a dozen or so. I
didn't know it at the time, but that little task would
must have been a fairly uneventful year for me because this is about all I can
most boys of the time and their affinity for cars, I sort of remember that my
dad traded in our '47 Ford for a brand new '54 Ford. I liked the '47 better. I don't think my mom learned to drive
until we got the '54.