Growing Up In The Neighborhood Of Franklin School

In September Of 1961 I Became A Student Of Franklin Grade School. Even Though It Doesn't Stand Today, I Still Have The Memories Of People And Events That Took Place Both Inside And Out. My First Day In Attendance There I Realized I Had Two Mothers. My First Grade Teacher, Miss Irene Cook Was A Gentle Yet Stern Teacher. My First Memory Of Her Was When She Was Teaching Us How To Wash Our Hands. It Was My Turn And I Failed Immediately. At Home I Was Taught To Lather The Wash Cloth With Soap, Wash Yourself, Then Rinse Afterwards. I Was Quickly Corrected And Told To Lather Our Hands With A Bar Of Soap Then Rinsed By Water. Back In Those Days It Was Common For Us All To Use The Same Bar Of Soap. Of Course Since Those Days Certain Procedures Have Changed Including The Way We Wash Our Hands. So Many Germs Are Passed Onto Others Simply Because We Had Been Doing The Same Things For Hundreds Of Years.
As My Mother Has Told Me I Wanted To Wear Short Pants To School. The Teacher Didn't Have Objection To It. I Do Recall Watching Home Movies That My Mother Would Take Of The Children On The Playground. You Could Easily Point Me Out As The Only Kid Wearing Short Pants. I Suppose One Of The Most Fondest Memories I Have Is Not Of The School Itself But That Of Both Students And The Faculty Inside Of Those Old Brick Walls. Years On Top Of Years I Can Recall Memories I Hope To Share With My Readers Of My Blogs Over Time. Most Are Happy Times Yet There May Be A Couple That Will Tug At Your Heart Strings.
Even Though That Mighty Building No Longer Stands Today I Can Close My Eyes And Recall Almost Everything As If It Were Still There. One Thing Is For Certain Though. I Am Thankful That My Mother Was There With Her Camera To Capture Some Of The Special Moments At Franklin School. To Be Continued......