Another school year brings memory of Alabama Street School
The schools here have been in session since last week. We’re close by Brownsburg High School. It is nice to see the students and teachers back to their classrooms again. The summer vacation is short, but breaks are more often during the school year. Neither students nor educators seem to mind the plan.
This school year, construction on the premises is underway, as long as weather permits, including new classrooms and other changes for the betterment of the students and educators now and the years to come. A new school was talked about, however; there must have been some Scots among the planners this is the chosen plan. Everyone has been given notice of the dangers that exist in and around the school and the rest of the premise.
When I entered the first grade at Alabama Street School, I cried my eyes out that day of September of that year. Home was where my heart was, not in that place. I’d been there once with my mom and my brother, a fourth-grader to be in Miss Beulah Smith’s classroom the same school year. I do not know what the adults were discussing that day; other than, it gave me time to check the place out, visually. I thought for sure that my goose was cooked. I felt sick. Time passed after that day, I settled in, and, in no time, with new friends, books and a sweet teacher the grin would not erase! I fell in love with the place and cherish happy memories.
My dad attended that school years before me. He did not like school. According to him, his teachers were strict to a fault, knew how to whack with a paddle and he had felt the brunt of it more than once. The boy would rather be home, a short distance from the school. He wore his boots all day and often skipped- out earlier than the other kids to spend time walking in the woods looking for rabbits and other small wild animals. Years later, Paul and I purchased the Hunter home at 703 North Alabama Street, next to the school. The empty deserted building had fell into disrepair inside and out. My mind often traveled back down that long- long road to that first day of school. When the day came to bring the old landmark down I felt sad and glad, at the same time, that I could be a part of her history.
I wonder if the present and past students of this large high school are glad this fine educational facility, seasoned by time is only receiving renovations. Now I must check on the kids!
I can be reached by phone at 317- 286-7352 or drop me a line to 649 South Grant Street, Brownsburg, IN, 46112.