In the morning, we would all rush around getting ready for school. Wiley had chores to do. The girls helped with the breakfast dishes and I tried to keep out of the way. Some how we always managed to get out the door and on our way. Daddy took Eudora to Haven where she went to High School and he worked on the Railroad. Wiley, LaVerne and I had a walk of a little over a mile to school. We weren't the only ones....all the kids walked. There were 32 students in the whole school....It was one room, eight grades, one teacher, Miss Lewis. Some of the older boys were getting pretty big. Because, although we only had an eight month school year, the older Amish boys stayed home in the spring to help with plowing and planting. Then in the fall they stayed home to help with harvest. There was one young boy in about the 5th grade, his name was David Petershine. He was such a pretty boy, so kind, so smart. One spring while helping with the planting, somehow he felt off or beneath one of the big machines and was killed.
I never will forget the sadness of those last few days of school that year.
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