I attended Campville School for just one year while I was in the second grade. I’m so glad that I had this opportunity. It was a wonderful experience.

We rode to school in Delay’s milk truck when they took the cans of milk down to the platform. After school we walked home – about two miles.

As we entered the school through the coatroom we could see lots of wood stacked in the wood bin at the end of the room. I assume fathers donated it to keep us warm in cold weather. We had a pot-belly stove in the center of the class room. This kept us warm. It also served to heat soup for us during the winter months.

At Christmas time the chairs and desks were pushed to the sides of the room so that we could play games during our Christmas Party. Mothers were invited and the teacher gave us all candy.

We had eight grades in one room. Each row was a different grade. We had no running water, just an outhouse.

Back then we had one teacher, no principal, no custodian, no hot lunch program. No school buses and not the problems that are prevalent in today’s schools. We received a great education.

I am very thankful for my short stay there. These are memories of a six year old girl