Our memory tends to fail as we get older, but I remember two distinct things the first day I entered the first grade 69 years ago. I remember the metal lunch bucket I carried. I’m not sure, but I think my late sister Claudine, six years older, used it before I did. And I remember the apple tree, shown behind me in the photos, that was there when I started to school
Little has changed otherwise. The paved road seen here was a gravel road then, and the bus stop was moved about 150 feet closer to home a few years later. We lived at the end of a dead-end road (still do), and the bus stop was about .2 mile from our house. The bus stop was located at the driveway of Gordon McCormick even though Gordon had no vehicle to drive. He had mules he used for working on his farm, but had no riding mules or horses. The driveway now leads to the home of Bob Wallace.
More trivia, I am writing this in the same room where I was born more than 75 years ago.