In the fall of 1959, we attended school here. I actually enjoyed this term very much, as well as my fellow students. My teacher, whose name I do not remember, though Mr. Baker surfaces in my mind, was the first male teacher I would have until Junior High. The class would listen to radio broadcasts over the intercom about various national parks, many in California. After listening, we would draw a picture of that national park. I guess mine always looked the same and that was often because the broadcasts were about Mt. Shasta or Mt. Lassen or some other snow-peaked mountain somewhere along the Pacific Coast or just inland. Looking through all of the pictures, not one can I identify from this period of time when we lived on Oak St. and walked to Palmyra. If there were any class pictures, dad probably had them. And if any of those survived, our half-sister Lorri likely has them.
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