|I'm the little guy in the back row second from the right|
This indoctrination program was held in a local Methodist Church basement, where Grandpap went to church. It turned out that I did sort of know a few of the other inductees, but not many. Things did not go well for me at first, but I did enjoy drawing and coloring. However, I did not like sitting for any length of time, paying attention to the teachers, or being quiet. I was forced to participate in this playschool/kindergarten sentence for two school years, until I was old enough to begin Real Schoolin’ in 1st grade at Baker School. I suppose it helped me to learn to socialize more easily and to not punch the other kids and/or call them names. However, I probably needed lots more preparation in civilized behavior.
|My 1st Grade Photo 1955|
During the summer after 1st grade, we moved out of the city to “The Farm/Homestead” on West Plank Road. When Fall came little Clarky had to attend 2nd grade in a different school where he didn’t know anyone. In addition, I had to ride a big yellow school bus to and from school. That was scary for me at first, because there were bigger kids on that bus and they were not always very nice to us little guys. However, I don’t remember any serious mistreatment on the bus. Once I got accustomed to riding the bus, it was kind of fun.
|My 2nd Grade Photo - notice the enhanced front teeth from a bicycle crash on the street|