Saturday Night Genealogy Fun from Randy Seaver:
Here is your assignment, if you choose to play along (cue the Mission: Impossible! music, please!):
(1) How did you get to your school(s) through high school?
(2) Tell us in your own blog post, in a comment to this post, or on Facebook or Google+. Please leave a comment on this post with a link to your post.
It's obvious from Randy's comment about having gone to three schools (only three!) that his family didn't move around as much as mine did (there's a reason my mother earned the nickname "the wandering Jew"). Let me see how many I can recall . . . .
I don't really remember how I traveled to elementary school, or actually how many schools I attended during the years my family lived in California. We left in March 1971 while I was in 3rd grade. I know I was at Rorimer Elementary in 1st grade; that is in La Puente. When we moved to Pomona I'm sure I went to a different school, so that's at least two. I think I went by bus when I lived in Pomona. Maybe my mother drove me (and my sister?) to Rorimer, or maybe my sister's mother did? I guess I should ask my sister about that to see what she remembers. But there may have been a school between Rorimer and Pomona.
In Australia I attended two elementary schools: Daceyville Public School for the 4th grade (which I was in for only the second half of the school year) and Woollahra Demonstration School for the 5th grade. I remember my mother driving me to Woollahra, because she complained about it, but there may have been a bus to Daceyville.
When my family returned to the United States, we moved to Niceville, Florida. I had three months of the 6th grade, at James E. Plew Elementary School. (And for those who are counting, that makes at least five elementary schools I attended.) I rode the bus to school there.
I remember telling my mother that whether she moved or not, I wanted to go to the same school for all my years of junior high school and high school and not have to be the "new kid" in school. I actually managed to accomplish that. I rode the bus to school at C. W. Ruckel Junior High School and Niceville Senior High School, even after we moved 10 miles from Niceville out to Villa Tasso. We moved while I was still in junior high school. The school bus picked us up in Villa Tasso on County Line Road, because Niceville is in Okaloosa County and Villa Tasso is in Walton County, just over the county line.
When there was really bad rain, however, my mother sometimes drove us to school from Villa Tasso, because we didn't have paved roads, and they often flooded in the rain, so we couldn't safely walk to the bus stop. And if the temperature was below zero (which does happen in the Florida panhandle) she might drive us also. Sometimes she just drove us to the bus stop, though.
Until now, I have never thought about whether we were actually in the residence area for Niceville schools once we moved to Villa Tasso. We must have been, because the bus came out there. And really, we were so far away from everything else in Walton County that it wouldn't have been practical for Walton to bus us anywhere. I guess the counties worked out something.
Genealogy is like a jigsaw puzzle, but you don't have the box top, so you don't know what the picture is supposed to look like. As you start putting the puzzle together, you realize some pieces are missing, and eventually you figure out that some of the pieces you started with don't actually belong to this puzzle. I'll help you discover the right pieces for your puzzle and assemble them into a picture of your family.
Saturday, October 20, 2018
Saturday Night Genealogy Fun: How Did You Get to School?
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I can't imagine changing schools as often as you did.ReplyDelete
Trust me, you didn't want to go through that. It is not fun to always be the "new kid."Delete
You went to a lot of schools. My mom's family moved around like that for my grandfather's job, too. She said every time they settled in and made friends, it was time to move again.ReplyDelete
Yup, that's exactly what it was like for me. The worst two moves were when we went to Australia, where I was the kid with the weird American accent, and when we moved back to the States, where I wss the kid with the weird Australian accent, which I had picked up while living there.Delete
It would be hard being the "new kid" all the times, especially in junior and high school where friendships are so often already formed. Did you love your time in Australia?ReplyDelete
Very hard indeed! And I did love my time in Australia. The educational system is fantastic, and it was a wonderful opportunity. I'm very happy my parents made the decision to go there.Delete