Journal entry by Al Negstad — a minute ago
So here's the picture deal. In both of these pictures there are eight grades represented for our one room country school. The outdoor picture says 1946, and I think the indoor one was taken in '47. Several coffees are coming for all of you who said I was #7. 😊 Number 2, is my brother, David, and number 11, is my late brother Richard. Number 12, died in a tractor accident at age 8, and his sister, not pictured, died in a haying accident at age 6, the following year. Numbers 8, 9, 12, and 13, are brothers and they lived 2.5 miles from school. When number 8 reached grade 7, he began driving to school with his siblings in a 1928 Whippet automobile. After he graduated # 9, drove, then number 13, etc. Girl #5, soon transferred to a town school leaving #10, the only girl for a couple of years. This was my third grade year.
In the outdoor picture three of my siblings are pictured. My sister is the tallest girl and my brothers are in the middle row,second and third from the left. Half of those pictured are deceased.
It was a one room school, with an entry room for coats and boots. There was no basement and the building stood on a stone foundation. An animal dug under the foundation so #6, (brother of #10) set a trap in the hole. When we arrived at school the next day there was a skunk in the trap. He ran home, retrieved his rifle, shot the skunk and we got three days vacation as we waited for the odor to dissipate. 😁
This was a far cry from Joanne's childhood in Watertown, S.D., and St. Paul.
In the outdoor picture three of my siblings are pictured. My sister is the tallest girl and my brothers are in the middle row,second and third from the left. Half of those pictured are deceased.
It was a one room school, with an entry room for coats and boots. There was no basement and the building stood on a stone foundation. An animal dug under the foundation so #6, (brother of #10) set a trap in the hole. When we arrived at school the next day there was a skunk in the trap. He ran home, retrieved his rifle, shot the skunk and we got three days vacation as we waited for the odor to dissipate. 😁
This was a far cry from Joanne's childhood in Watertown, S.D., and St. Paul.
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