My creative juices are a little clotted tonight, so I’ll fall back on an old standby—a family photo from my scan collection, one which apparently sat in the sun too long at some point in its history, getting badly faded out.

Analysis:

This one isn’t strictly a family picture. It’s a photograph (dated around 1930, I’d guess) of the class at a country school, containing at least one of my family members. The second girl from the right on the bottom row is my aunt Corene, I think. Though it could be Aunt Jeannie. But I think it’s Corene.

The thing is, I had the idea my dad was in this picture. But it’s hard to pick him out. The little boy second from the left in that same bottom row might be him, but the hair looks a little dark (Dad was extremely blond). The story I recall is that the picture also includes, among other people, the girl who someday would be the mother of a guy who was my college roommate for a while, years later. But I don’t recall which girl it is.

I also recognize the two boys on the right in the middle row. Not as individuals, but by their family. They were neighbors of ours, and the face genes ran strong among them.

Actually, saying they were neighbors is redundant. This was a country school, built on the old Northwest Ordinance principle by which one section of land in each township was sold to pay for a school, which the kids in the township would attend. As you probably know, it was a one-room operation, in which the older kids and the younger kids all sat in class together. There are those who argue to this day that that setup was actually a benefit to all concerned. The younger kids had the older kids to help them, and the older kids got to help teaching, which is one of the best ways to learn.

You’ll note that almost all the boys are wearing bib overalls. A very practical garment for boys, those were. They cover the most vulnerable parts of the shirt (except, of course, for the elbows), preventing stains and wear. Oddly, although I grew up on a farm, and my dad wore them all the time, I don’t recall ever wearing one myself. There is, however, an old picture of me as a toddler in a small pair.

If I’d been born only a few years earlier, I’d have gone to this school. It was only about a half a mile from our farm, and was still standing, abandoned, when I was a kid. A friend of mine lived on that farm, and we sometimes went inside and goofed around.

Our township schools around Kenyon consolidated just a couple years before I started, so I went to the “new” school in town while it was still pretty new. It was a light-colored, one-story brick affair built in a U shape,with two wings branching off a central administrative section. I suspect somebody thought we kids would play in the space between the wings, but we almost never did, and the teachers didn’t encourage it. Too many windows there. The building was state of the art, equipped with the green chalkboards that, all the best minds agreed, would streamline the learning process and put us years ahead of the Russians. Each room was equipped with an asbestos fire blanket, I recall.

I don’t remember any of my classmates ever wearing bib overalls to school. That age had passed.