Schools open in the city today. My formal schooling began at Allen's Corner School and Perry Elementary School, both no longer standing. Then it was off to St. Joseph's Grammar School for six years, just a short 10 minute walk from our house. Lots of memories jump back at me. In Third Grade, I carried an antique butter churn up Stevens Avenue for a history project, and later in Fifth did a neat project on an explorer where we had to write a diary of their exploration. I chose Father Jacques Marquette. There were dark days too. In Sister Joanne's Sixth Grade adventure, I got in BIG trouble for opening Carol M's desk without her permission. I copied the dictionary after school. As I've stated many times... trouble finds me a lot!
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Bus Stop
Schools open in the city today. My formal schooling began at Allen's Corner School and Perry Elementary School, both no longer standing. Then it was off to St. Joseph's Grammar School for six years, just a short 10 minute walk from our house. Lots of memories jump back at me. In Third Grade, I carried an antique butter churn up Stevens Avenue for a history project, and later in Fifth did a neat project on an explorer where we had to write a diary of their exploration. I chose Father Jacques Marquette. There were dark days too. In Sister Joanne's Sixth Grade adventure, I got in BIG trouble for opening Carol M's desk without her permission. I copied the dictionary after school. As I've stated many times... trouble finds me a lot!
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ah les célèbres bus jaunes, une icone de Amériques pour les européens.
ReplyDeleteI've always walked to school... And never really got into trouble!!!
ReplyDeleteLovely yellow bus!
ReplyDeleteIt's so nice to remember great time at school!
Léia
But look at all the great memories that trouble has evoked! I think yours was the good kind of trouble.
ReplyDeleteWell, copying the dictionary doesn't seem to have caused any harm whatsoever. I wonder what you saw when you looked in that desk.
ReplyDeleteI'm not exactly saying that it's good that you got into trouble a fair bit Birdman, but if you'd been a 'goody two shoes', this column wouldn't be quite as juicy...did I say column, hmmm! now there's an idea!!
ReplyDeleteLOL! thanks for those memories. :)
ReplyDeleteAn inquisitive mind can lead one astray.
ReplyDeleteAs I recall, when you turned the pictures upside down on April Fools day in 6th grade caused a little concern by Sister Denise. I remember you carrying the antique butter churned up Stevens Ave. My scariest moment was when you were hit by a truck on Washington ave after getting off the bus in front of McLaughlins store.
ReplyDeleteI believe it's back to school for the kiddies in Toronto this week as well. Nice memories in your story. I always liked school. :)
ReplyDeletePerfect photo for today (tho my grandchildren have been back at school 2 weeks already). And as for trouble finding you, ain't that somethin'?!
ReplyDeleteThat's a rather novel punishment for a young rascal! New beginnings are always momentous, and I forgot to call my grandkids to wish them well!!
ReplyDeleteI'll make it up to them with a DQ treat after I return!
What a classic "school days" image!
ReplyDeleteour schools started a couple of weeks ago. i have a sick little boy home today though.
ReplyDeletei have the best memories of elementary school :)
Oh I bet you found trouble as much as it found you! This is the image we Japanese think of when referring to school in the states...great photo :D
ReplyDeleteYou are such a scamp, Birdman.
ReplyDeleteI remember what enormous butts those bus drivers had. Charming photo.
ReplyDeleteYou rebel you.
ReplyDeleteMarchin-
ReplyDeleteSister Denise... Ouch!
... that truck... Ouch, again!
I always lived too close to school to be able to ride the bus, so I usually had to walk. My high school was a block away from the beach, so it was a real temptation to skip classes sometimes.
ReplyDeleteOur nuns were always making us write lines or whacking us with a pointer - there were consequences in those days!
ReplyDeleteHi There, I think teachers were alot stricter back then than they can be now... I remember some of our teachers taking 'bad' kids (not me of course---ha) in the Cloak Room for a good paddling... Seemed to work since discipline wasn't much of a problem back then.
ReplyDeleteBetsy
Bird, it seems that there are a few readers who can enlighten us on any impish moves you happen to omit. The dictionary? At least you are a good speller now!
ReplyDeleteBises,
Genie
US school buses are so cool. Hope they will never change them.
ReplyDeleteHello! We have not so like one school buses...
ReplyDeleteNuns always kept me honest. Does the whole family have a blog.
ReplyDeleteAhhh...the school bus! I am already sending out midterms in my class this week. Whew..
ReplyDeleteIn school trouble was my middle name. Sister Consuelo's yard stick always had a target.
ReplyDeleteBirdman -- you have the funniest stories about your childhood -- I sure enjoy reading about all your escapades. Nice bus shot. -- barbara
ReplyDeleteYou were hit by a truck?? Oi!
ReplyDeleteI was never in a school bus; did I miss a lot?
Copying the dictionary sounds more like a reward than punishment.