A FEW YEARS AGO, MY MOTHER PUT DOWN ON PAPER, STORIES OF HER AND BROTHER ALBERT’S CHILDHOOD.
I am going to write these in her words. She has told me some of these stories, and some I am reading for the first time. My mother and family did not have much growing up in a small town, but, they did have loving parents, good times and stories that will endure.
When I started to school, I went to the 14th St school, on 14th St and Buffalo St. Franklin Pennsylvania.
The first day of school was the longest day of my life. Albert and Mom walked me to school, and then they went home and I was really worried they weren’t going to come back at lunchtime to get me. But, when I came out the door, they were there waiting for me. They were a welcome site to see. Albert kept asking Mom and Dad when he could start school. They told him, when he turned five he could go, just like me. We had a really nice teacher, Mrs Cassidy. She would milk for all the children, whether they could pay or not. She read great stories to us about Abraham Lincoln, Uncle Tom’s Cabin and Heidi. She also taught us some Irish songs like Galloway Bay and others. I always remember the games we played in the yard and eating lunch outdoors.
From my mother’s school collection. Mom is the tall dark-haired girl on the far right, 3rd row.
When we had ” back to school ” night, the parents would come to our classrooms and see what we did during the day. When it was time to go to the other child’s room, they would ring the bell. Then after that, they opened up large folding doors to make one big room. We would all then have snacks. I remember, the classrooms were always hot, so the teachers had to open the large windows, that opened from the bottom and the top. They used a large with a hook to open them. There were no fans.
From my mothers; collection.Mom is second row, third from right.