Whitman (Pete) Cross OPC '50
Memories from 1938 to 1950
In first grade (1938), our teacher, Miss Tennis, was tough but fair. I remember experiencing this characteristic one day when I was not keeping my crayons inside the lines in the coloring book! As a result, I had to stay after school until I did it correctly. The real embarrassment came when my father arrived to take me home and had to sit on the wooden bench in the hall outside my classroom ... waiting until I was dismissed.
In third grade, our teacher was Miss Chapman (pictured, second from left), a good all-around teacher. When the measles epidemic began to wipe out our classmates, I remember going home each day with the exact diminishing number in attendance each day. Finally, I was so excited when we were down to two present! But then, the next day, I woke up with the measles!
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