I started school when I was six and attended the Sandy Creek School with Roy. We had to either walk or ride horseback, 2 and a half miles. On the days in winter when it was below zero, Dad would take us to school in the buggy or sleigh. I attended all eight grades in this one room schoolhouse. My first-grade teacher was Miss Applegate, and my eighth-grade teacher was Miss Beach.
I went to High School in Leadore, Idaho for three years, lacking 3 months, quitting because of illness. It was about 40 miles that I rode in a school bus to high school, or 80 miles each day. (Can you imagine?) Because of illness and loss of school days, I didn’t have enough credits to graduate.
I loved to read, and when I had read everything, I could find, I would make up my own. It was usually westerns and the heroine looked like me, and the hero was the leading man in whatever story I may have read. Then, I would sign them, fold them in small pieces and hide them in crevices and rocks up in a gully about a mile from our ranch house. I’ve often wondered if anyone ever found my little stories!
“Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.” ~ William Wordsworth ~