The boys throwing stones at the
girls privy outside.
Someone put something in our drinking water and the school
could not drink the water.
Leaving the school grounds at noon tie with a bunch of
classmates and going to the cemetery below the school
on the hill.
My teacher Mrs. Gurnski was the best teacher anyone could
ask for. Every holiday she would have the two oldest children
go into her car and we would get treats i.e. cakes, cookies
and make us hot chocolate. When we went back to school
the next fall our new teacher told us Mrs. Gurnski had
died. It was truly a sad day.
