Today I continue my quest in creating and posting one block a day of the fabulous That Town And Country Quilt by the lovely Susan Claire. This is day one hundred and twenty of that project.
Here is Granby Elementary.
I actually started school in a different building that later became our town hall. A man named Marvin Heemeyer knocked it down with a bulldozer in 2004, but that’s another story.
I started kindergarten when I was four years old and turned five a couple of months later. I was not bussed so I went in the afternoon session.
The kids who came from surrounding towns went in the morning. I got into trouble one day when the principal called my mother and told her she had to not leave so early for class because I was causing the bus to have to leave late.
“Why!?” You might wonder.
It was because I insisted on kissing every little boy good-bye before he got on the bus. (It’s ok to roll your eyes now)
My Grandfather on my mother’s side was the principal of Granby Elementary for 35 years. His name was Oliver Cress. His wife Martha was a 3rd grade teacher.
They moved to Colorado from Kentucky when their seven children were small. After their first winter here he made sure all his kids had skis and all were great skiers. One was an olympian and several competed on national teams.
Back to the subject of Granby Elementary.
Every morning when I would get to school the first thing was to get in line right outside the principal’s office to give our lunch money to the lady who kept track of who had paid for lunch.
Everyday I would put a nickel, dime and quarter on a counter that I had to reach a long way up for. $.40 was the price of hot lunch.
My Grandfather was a great guy. One of my husband’s favorite stories about him was when one spring a pair of dogs were mating and “hung up” on the playground. All of us kids were stock still giggling and watching these dogs.
All of a sudden Mr. Cress came out the front door yelling “Dadburn it, Dadburn it!!!” and throwing ball bearings at these dogs.
He was a rather short stocky man and every time he’d throw one his feet would come off the ground. We were giggling harder at Mr. Cress by now.
The poor dogs couldn’t get unhooked fast enough. I think they actually managed to run off together still coupled.
Those were the good old days.