Before Barry and Benja were old enough to drive to school, I’d have to take my big ol’ lantern and walk down to the end of the Cliff Spring and wait there with them for the bus. In the wintertime we’d nearly freeze to death waiting for that bus. When it finally came, I’d watch them get on and then I’d walk back to the house by myself. The bus carried them all the way around through Punkton and Piney Grove, all around up in that section, and then back into Del Rio where they changed buses to go on to the high school in Newport.
As soon as they were old enough, their uncle and their daddy got them a truck and gave them gas so they wouldn’t have to stand out in the cold and spend all that time riding the bus.
—Letters to Lori – The Family History and Stories of Opal Corn Myers written by Barbara League
My brothers and I rode the bus when we were in school until we got old enough to drive ourselves in high school.
We had to catch the bus down at the first house in Wilson Holler. In the beginning that was Papaw and Mamaw’s. After she died it was Uncle Henry and his family who lived there.
If the bus was late or we were early sometimes we’d go into Uncle Henry’s to wait. That was especially nice when it was cold out.
The Wilson men are notorious for aggravating children. One time Uncle Henry said something that made me mad. I have no memory of what it was, but I vowed I wouldn’t go back inside no matter how cold it was. I made Paul stay outside with me and wouldn’t let him go inside as we waited.
Uncle Henry knew what I was doing. I can still see him standing at the door with a big grin on his face telling us we better come in. I wouldn’t budge. I can’t remember how long I stayed mad at him but I eventually go over it and sought the warmth of their living room once again on cold school mornings.
Today’s Thankful November giveaway is a copy of Letters to Lori The Family History and Stories of Opal Corn Myers written by Barbara League. To be entered in the giveaway leave a comment on this post. Giveaway ends November 12, 2025.
Last night’s videos: The Panther On Cold Mountain & Other Stories 2.
Tipper
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We lived a half mile off the main road and places on the dirt/gravel road were sometimes rutted, slick with ice and or there were drifts in places that made it hard to get the truck thru with major shoveling. Several times my grandfather, Elvis Denney, would walk down with me to wait for the bus. It would often be late as the bad weather made for slow going. I remember once when he built us a little fire to warm us while we were waiting. He must have carried some kindling or a kerosene soaked cob or two to get it going.
Such great stories! Thank you everyone!
I started listening to you read this one on your YouTube channel. I’ve really enjoyed it so far.
My earlier comment made it sound like the bus came to door but that is far from the truth. We had to walk close to a half mile down out of the holler. The road wasn’t good enough for a bus or even the mailman. It was easy walking out in the mornings but back up in the evening wasn’t. When my sister Freda got rheumatic fever and the doctor said she shouldn’t walk that far Daddy talked to somebody and the county took over the road and graveled it. Our house was at the end of the road so they built a turnaround in our front yard big enough for a school bus.
I love the stories you tell on here. my family are storytellers too. The family reunions were so much fun getting to hear everybody tell their stories. Bless your sweet family.
The stories I could tell about the different cities and states we lived in while I was in school. Te one story that stands out most was Living in Grovetown, GA near Fort Gordon Army Base and Augusta. It was the year they decided to desegregate the schools. I was in 5th grade and my two older sisters were in 6th and 7th. Well the 7th and 8th graders were to be divided between two schools, Harlem and Blanchard, that were miles away and they would have to be bussed from the elementary school. We lived close enough to the Elementary school to walk when we first moved there , I was in the 3rd grade when we moved there, then a year or two later rode bikes.
I remember the first day the Harlem Busses were at the school auditorium where the travelers were being held. When we got to the school that morning there was a crowd of adults. They were egging the bus and shouting. There were kids on that bus. Then they rushed at the buss from one side and started pushing on it and making it rock back n forth. I could hear the frightened kids scream. I was terrified. They nearly turned the bus over before we could safely get out of the parking lot and ride home as fast as we could, crying all the way.
When we got home Mama was there watching the news on the black and white TV in the living room. There were riots in Augusta. Fires were burning downtown. The Army had set up road blocks with big jack rock looking things that were made of utility poles and barbed wire. Troops were deployed every where. No one was allowed to enter the city. School was cancelled. I got so upset that I couldn’t go back the next day they were open. I was afraid they would be doing the same things again. I was afraid for my sisters to go, especially my eldest because she would have to get on the bus.
I had ridden a bus in another town in NC near Fort Bragg when I was in first and the first half of second grade. It was fun. But this place had become like a war zone to me. I couldn’t understand why we were being forced to leave a perfectly good school that was so close to home and ride on a bus for hours to get to a school where the bus would be turned over by angry parents. I swore I would not be bussed when I started 7th grade.
My oldest sister went on to Harlem and was there 2 years. She didn’t seem to mind. My next oldest sister went to Blanchard when she started 7th grade the next year. At the end of my 6th year at elementary school we moved back here to NE TN where my parents grew up and their parents did as well. My sisters rode the bus to school , My Daddy was sent to Germany for 3 yrs and I stayed home. I had double pneumonia and was home schooled for the first 3 months of 7th grade. I couldn’t wait to walk down to the highway in front of our new home and wait for the bus with my sisters.
I waited many a day for the bus here in Northeast TN.
These stories resonate! All children go through these phases and nice to hear from Appalachia. Thank you for the offer.
Thankfully, I didn’t have to wait on the bus while standing in the cold. But I do remember how the bus heater only warmed the very front of the bus. The kids that got on first, took the front seats. Thank you for Thankful November!
When I first started school I didn’t have to catch the bus. It stopped, opened the door and I was coerced on with candy. You could say it had caught me.
A few years later they improved the road and the bus driver started parking the bus overnight at my house. I just had to walk across the yard and get on. That should have made it simple but it meant we had to ride the whole route every day. First on, last off. The trip was so long that I had my homework done before I got home.
I might have told this store before but the bus driver stopped at a church one day, unloaded all the kids and took us inside. There was an open casket funeral going on and we all had to go through the line and view the body. I didn’t know anything about what was happening.
After the service we loaded back up and went on arriving at home more than an hour late. Nobody seemed to notice. I could say that I just didn’t “get the memo” but I think the memo hadn’t been invented yet.
I lived in the city and never rode a school bus. It’s fun to hear stories from other people.
Opal life and story is a beautifully written book…after all they were Opal’s letters and we all know what a remarkable person she was!!
Last week the Classic Seniors from church went to Chestnut Hill and toured the Bush Bean museum. Dennis, our tour guide and retiree from Bush, said he was pastor of a church in Del Rio. Of course I had to ask him if he had heard of Opal Corn Myers. He had and one could only imagine what a conversation we had!
I bought the book but gave it to a friend in my SS class. I would treasure another one!
Everyone have a great day!
I rode the bus all through school. I was lucky. I was fairly close to the last stop and it was only about 12-15 minute ride onto school. Then, I was one of the first ones off the bus on the return. I had a car off and on from the time I was about 13 and I’d drive if my vehicle was operable. This went on even when I was a senior. If my car wasn’t running, I’d ride “old number 11”. My future wife rode the bus 1-12 grades almost everyday. The route they traveled was one of the “forest runs”. Much of the 45 minute ride to school passed through the desolate nearby national forest. It was rough/bumpy and either muddy or dusty. It is funny now, but all four men from my wife’s home community who were bus drivers either had been or were big time whiskey makers. One of these was my wife’s granddaddy (she was a first-aid kit rider/the compartment right beside the driver seat ). All were good honest men, they just made “likker” for a living. They had the bus driving jobs for affordable state insurance and the flexible hours. One of the drivers got arrested when I was in the 4the grade. When he went to prison (1 Year and 1 Day) his wife started driving the bus. That was in 1974 and she just recently retired from a janitorial job at the school. My, how time does fly.
Tipper, your story about uncle Henry was so entertaining! I rode the school bus all of my school life.❤️
I don’t comment but a few times but this would be a lovely book to own and return to whenever I wanted or needed. I enjoy all the family videos. They are a delight to watch. Best wishes to all and a hug to Granny.
Wow, I spent many a morning waiting in the cold for a rural school bus. The hours on that bus bumping along the road, some paved, some not were so long
As always, praying for Granny.
I rode the bus to school until we moved from the country to the city then walked a few blocks to school. My little great grandson who is in kindergarten will tell you that his favorite thing about going to school is riding the bus!
The apple/pear butter that you made looked delicious. I love apple butter on raisin toast.
Prayers for Granny and all the family
Lynette, when I drove the school bus, I picked up a neighborhood 3 year old boy and let him ride to my home which was about 1 mile away, I was the only one on the bus. He loved seeing the bus go by his home everyday and begged his parents to let him ride it. Now at 55 years old he still tells people about me letting him ride my bus. This boy, now man, was the ring bearer in my wedding, he told people he was going to be the Pallbearer at my wedding, he couldn’t remember ring bearer! He is now a preacher and I have asked and will tell him I have now given you a promotion and want you to be a preacher at my funeral.
Riding the school bus was an adventure! Wonderful memories!
My brother and I had to walk 1/2 mile to our bus stop. We lived on a tobacco farm and the tobacco was already hanging in the barns by the time school started after Labor Day. The smell of the curing tobacco alone made us worth the walk on nice days. Our farm is located on a Riverfront and let me tell you when the wind starts whipping around here in the winter it is cold! We were thrilled when our aunt gave her old, untagged car to us. We would drive that old clunker out to wait for the bus, and that alone made us “cool”. No heat in that old thing, but we were dry and warm-er!
I think this brings back memories for so many of us waiting for that school bus on frigid winter mornings especially for those who grew up in the northern states. It wasn’t so much fun then, but now that I’m so much older they bring a warm smile to my face looking back on those days.
I had to ride the bus to school all the way through school. The only day I got to drive to school was when we met at the high school to practice our graduation day routine. I wanted to buy a car, but trying to get a job close to our house was not possible while I was in school. I did have a job working as a cashier at the local grocery store, but it burnt down in the middle of the night after I had been working there about 3 months. So I did occasional baby sitting when possible, but that was about it for a girl that lived in the country.
that was a good book….I think this winter I will go back to it and to the one (I cant think of his name) about the young man who was a teacher and listen to both those again to pass the long cold winter days that lie ahead.
Gaylia – you’re probably talking about Jesse Stuart the teacher..the book is A Thread Runs Through It. Hope I’m correct!
Good morning! Up until grade 7 we only lived 2-3 blocks from school. Grade 8, in junior high it was a a fair distance to school, so walk we did. We took the city bus only when the weather was really miserable. Grade 9 we moved out of town to our grandparents property and had to take the bus. It was a novelty for me and I loved it! I look at my grandkids, they only live a few blocks from school and they’re bussed. I think it’s silly but then again, the parents have to pay a monthly fee to have kids bussed. Have a great day and Happy Sabbath!
I walked about a mile to school the first 8 years. (UP HILL BOTH WAYS – three hills to cross) Rain, snow, ice, sleet. etc. we still walked both ways. When I started to high school I still walked to the elementary school the first year to meet the bus. (Grammar School it was called back then.) The elementary school closed due to the small number of students and one teacher having to teach all 8 grades. Then the bus came around to our homes. EARLY – because we were on the first run and the driver had to make another shorter run before school began. Sleet, ice, snow and heavy rain meant we didn’t have to go because the buses wouldn’t risk the narrow dirt/gravel roads.
I walked to school from 1st to 6th grade. It was only a short walk. When I went to junior high and high school, I rode the bus. The bus stopped pretty much in front of our house, so we never had to wait out in the cold long, and the bus ride was only about ten or fifteen minutes at most. I did ride the bus on some bad roads to play basketball in the winter. The schools we played were always long trips of one to two hours. Those were fun times. My boyfriend, and now sweet hubby, picked me up for school sometimes when we were seniors. Usually, he rode the bus with me. We saved his gasoline for weekends and occasional trips to the movies.
I remember waiting at the end of the driveway on cold snowy mornings waiting for that old bus!
Sounds like a great book!
Growing up I lived way out in the country, about 12 miles from school. I rode the school bus clear through my senior year. By the time we made all the stops & wound around those old gravel roads, it took an hour & 15 minutes to get to school. I got a lot of reading & homework done bouncing along in that bus.
I had to wait for my bus, on the edge of a state highway. The car wind would be so cold in winter! Our house had a steep bank in front so I was 3ft off the road at best.
Thank goodness somebody,in the 35 years since I graduated, had the sense to have the kids wait at a much safer spot now!!
My sister and I rode the bus as well, but we were blessed that our grandparents lived close to the road where the bus picked us up. We never had to wait in the cold or rain. My Mammaw and Momma would say that you were “cutting your nose off to spite your face” when you wouldn’t go in Uncle Henry’s house because you were mad at him.
We used to have to walk almost a mile to catch the bus and it was a very cold wait but we all survived it.
I walked to school. We lived about a mile from the school so the walk was not so bad. Wd did not live far enough away from the school to get to ride the bus, but I was always envious of those who did. The kids seemed to have such fun on the bus.
Morning prayers for Granny from Texas!
I started to school in 1944 and rode a bus all 12 years of schooling. In 1944 the buses were painted red, white and blue, I suppose for patriotic reasons during the war. In winter the steel seats were so cold we would sit on our books or book satchel if one was available. The door was a one piece affair, hinged toward the front and very heavy. There was one driver who tried to hit you with the door by opening it before he stopped. I never got hit but saw some who did. When the cheese buses came along with padded seats we were in hog heaven. Thanks for your continuing post on so many subjects.
I think of all the times I rode a bus. Many times it was fun and an adventure. Now that I am unable to climb up into a bus it seems like I may never get to experience it again.
Riding the bus has always been a fun experience for me! Humbling at times and always an adventure.
I rode the bus all through grade school and in high school until I could drive. I very much disliked bus riding, but it did give me plenty of time to read. And read I did. I about read every book in the school library by sixth grade and was sent over to the high school across the street to check books out from their library.
Your comments reminded me that I too have an “aggravating” uncle. Oh I love him dearly, my Uncle Mike. He teased me so bad! But I always knew he loved me so much! What good memories you brought up this morning! ❤️
In grade school we walked to school. It was only about 3 blocks from our home. Starting in Junior High and then High School I took the bus until I had my driver’s license and an old VW Beetle. When I did take the bus, sometimes it was a school bus and sometimes a city bus. After school, I would take the city bus downtown to work at my Aunt’s restaurant for a few hours. My uncle would give me a ride home. I’ll tell you, I preferred taking the bus over walking in these cold Illinois winters!
Would enjoy reading this book. God bless!
I remember having to get up an hour early so as to get myself and my younger sister and brother ready for school, that included loading the stove with more wood, cooking the breakfast and drawing water for when Momma got home from working the midnight shift. I was more or less the Momma when she was away. I would get everything took care of and even left her breakfast before trudging off to walk more than a mile to where we caught the bus. Winters were the part of the year that I would dread the most, then when I graduated I would still walk my younger siblings, even though they were old enough to walk it themselves, the Mother hen in me I guess wouldn’t let go. I remember when my younger sister came to me and said that she would get herself and our little brother to the bus stop and I didn’t need to do it any longer, I reluctantly turned loose of the chore. Your memories always seem to stir some of mine and I thank you for that Ms. Tipper.
I enjoyed reading the comments. We too, rode the bus to school. The road was not far from the house so we waited by the registers ( the vents on the floor that fed the heat to the house from the gas furnace), until we saw the bus coming.
We drove to high School. My brother who was 3 years older, let me drive his white Camero to school. He worked in construction and left for work in a truck before I left for school and came home after I got home. The price he charged me was that I put a crease in his jeans and iron his shirts for his weekend dates! I won car of the week in our school newspaper multiple times! That car was SWEET!
I never had to wait for or ride on a school bus as we lived in a little town, 1200 population, and we walked to school, always. Mom did not drive and my daddy was working. There were not snow days, if anyone showed up and usually someone did, we went ahead and had school, but usually we played a lot more card games on those days. Or the teachers sent us home. It was a 2 room catholic school and the nuns lived right there in the school house.
I love reading old time stories.
I was raised in northeastern Ohio. The winters there are long and brutal–the wind howls, with snow blowing and coming down and the temperatures well below zero. We lived within five miles of Lake Erie and the “lake effect snow” was abundant anywhere from October to the first part of April. The snow was generally fine, powdery and measured in feet not inches. We lived off the main road almost a quarter mile from it and had to walk up to the top of the hill and wait for the bus. Fortunately, the roads were clear most of the time and you could run up the road. Sometimes we had to wait for ten to twenty minutes for the bus to come. By the time we climbed on the bus we were frozen and looked like snowmen. My husband, children and I moved to Virginia in 1986 and were amazed at the difference in winter weather. We still had snow sometimes, but the winters were unlike any we had had in Ohio. I enjoyed the post; it brought back many memories of my youth.
I loved all your readings on youtube and about Opal. I love the remembering when stories. I am 78 and grew up in Michigan. Before girls were allowed to wear slacks or pants, we found ways to try to keep warm at the bus stop. Tall fur-lined boots, cable knit tights and long coats. We had to leave the house at 6:45 to walk the five blocks to the bus stop across from a lake. Miserable! My daddy was Florida born and raised and after WWII went to MI for work. As soon as he retired, my parents moved back to Florida!
A school bus stop on an early winter morning may be one of the coldest places I’ve ever been.
I never had to walk anywhere to meet the school bus but would stand in our driveway waiting on it, in time of rain or cold weather I could stand on the porch or stay inside of my home until I heard the bus coming. I remember a lady letting all of us on our bus come into her home when the bus broke down one very cold morning. In my time only a few students were lucky enough to have some type of jalopy to drive to school, most of these jalopies were bought by the owners that not only were students but worked full time 40 hour evening or night shift jobs in the area cotton/textile mills. There was only a small student parking lot, I went by the same high school this week and the parking lot was full of nice newer expensive cars and trucks and the parking looked to be about the size of a Walmart parking lot, their vehicles were probably given to them by their parents. During my last two and a half years of high school I drove a yellow Heavy Chevy 60 passenger school bus for a total time of 3 hours a day at $1.65 an hour. I was not made to do this, but I used the money I made to help buy my clothes, high school ring, graduation gown and other things I needed for school. I just wanted and felt like I needed to help my parents because of the scarifies they had made for me when I was younger and unable to financially help them. In SC up until the late 70’s, students at 16 years old drove the buses, we did have to take some test to get our school bus driver’s license. Many of us country kids at 16 already had several years of driving experience even though we could not legally drive until we could get out license at 15.
I remember my uncle Louis and aunt Leonia aggravating us out of love. Would love to read that book
Would love the book! My mother made me wear a wool scarf that I thought ugly and I hated while I waited for the bus but she allowed me to put it in mailbox when I saw the bus coming.
I too had an uncle that loved to tease children. Once when I was very small he came to our house and I hid under the car. Of all things! Little did I know that only made things worse. I’ve never been able to live that one down.
I lived in town as a child and walked to school which was in view of our house until 8 th grade. The high school was not far, but a nice walk up a steep hill. It was only about half a mile or so away, nevertheless , there was a bus who picked up and dropped of at the elementary school and took a group of us up the hill. Not much of a ride, but it sure was nice in cold and rainy weather.
Good Saturday morning!!
The Arctic cold is coming!!! Seems early to me by a month or so. At least it will come and go quick!!
Letters to Lori sounds like a wonderful book. I would enjoy a copy of it.
I hope y’all are feeling better. Prayers continue for Granny.
I drive my granddaughter, who I’m raising, a mile up our dead end road to meet the school bus because it can’t turn around on our dooryard. Most of the rural homes with school age kids here in rural Maine have little shacks about the size of an old telephone booth where the kids can stand out of the wind whipped snow while waiting for what is usually a long bus ride. Like most rural areas the kids around here tend to start driving themselves long distances to high school long before suburban and urban kids dream of the freedoms and opportunities to make choices that comes with wheels. I made some good and more than a few dumb choices, including the one that almost killed me at 17 when I rolled over and struck a telephone pole. I walked away from that learning lesson. I find it interesting that we tend to idealize our past and place with happy safe memories and disparage other locations and times as danger filled hellscapes. Our area, and I presume your part of these old mountains as well, has a lot of folks, young and old, suffering from the ravages of drugs these days. I am thankful for this site because it frames life as hope filled and positive in a time when so many around us fill their heads with despair and disparaging thoughts that the world is going down the drain fast and we are helpless to do anything that can change it. You are surrounded by beauty and good reasons for hope. That is not the picture statistics paint of your geography or mine or many places in this United States, urban or rural. We are all capable of finding the acorns if we come to…put to use… the senses we have, even if born blind or rendered that way by fate.
When I was in grade school, we walked to catch a bus about 3 blocks. I liked to stand out there in my cheerleading uniform when Jaycees won a game. It was bad in the fall because you’d WEAR a coat in the morning and come dragging it in on the evening bus IF it came home at all. If it didn’t, you were in for a tongue lashing and a chilly walk the next morning as it was Tough NOOGIES. Mommy used to say “silly is as silly does” so there’s that truth. I was in the US ARMY when I bought my first car-a grey or silver Dodge Charger. I was very proud of it. I’ll never forget my Sergeant telling me at Ft. Bragg Womack Hospital I’d have a Dodge Ram to go around base doing inspections, etc. (He was from California and quite hip even in the 80’s.) I remember telling him I can’t drive and never had a car before at 18. He looked at me perplexed and said “NEESE-where are you from?” “I said WEST Virginia, sergeant.” He responded “that figures. Now go and get your license. That’s an ORDER!” So I did. One day I came in with my license and the husband looked shocked for “the big know it all NEW YORKER” failed his driving portion so I got licensed first… lol Even to this day, I HATE to drive… it makes me nervous. I’m really just a home body… lol don’t worry about me on the road. Besides a trip to town it ain’t never gonna happen.
All seven of us had to ride the bus together. I remember those cold mornings having to stand at the mailbox at the foot of our hill and listen for that bus. We could see momma watching us out the window until we all got on and he pulled away. No girl back then was allowed to wear pants and most everything we wore were hand me downs from our cousins in Knoxville. The bus would take us around the pig trail on New Erie Road where we would pass New Era Baptist Church the old white country church I attended most of my life. Then it would head around Mathis Holler. If we missed that bus, we would have to run to catch him on the back end of that road. That meant me and my older sister would have to pick up our younger sister or brother by their arms and run with me holding one arm and her holding the other. On snowy morning that bus was dangerous. The roads were never paved until long after I was married and in several curves several of the bus tires would not be on the road on some of those curves. God bless all and hope granny has a good day.
Love to hear your stories. So many are like ones I heard growing up.
I love your story! I had a few uncles like that. They’d rather aggravate than eat. One of my uncles would sit on the end of the porch and a body would have to pass by him to go in the house. He’d aggravate me so bad I’d walk clear out in the yard to go around him and climb up on the porch. He would be one of my favorite onced I got older and not afraid of him grabbing me up!
We too lived way off the road and had to walk and wait on the bus when we were young. I remember one morning my hair wasn’t dry and it was cold with a big snow on the ground and by the time I got on the bus my hair was frozen.
Y’all have a wonderful day and may you find many blessings in it!
I remember waiting for the bus outside on dark, cold mornings. Girls weren’t allowed to wear pants to school but we could wear our corduroy trousers under our dresses while waiting for the bus. We had to take them off when we arrived at school. In the Spring I when I was really young I was always afraid of wandering cows while we waited for the bus. We lived pretty close to the little town where our grade school was but there were no sidewalks or shoulders and didn’t feel safe walking. So we were the first ones on in the morning and last ones off in the afternoon, which made for a looong bus ride every day.
Elena, I was in high school in the late 60’s when the girls were wearing mini skirts, it was a sad day for us high school boys when the girls started being allowed to wear pant suits. The Devil in me made me write this!
I too remember standing out in the weather waiting on the bus for school. In south Florida it was warm, sometimes hot, and it rained, foggy sometimes, but not cold too often. I also in high school drove myself too school. It was a lot of fun not having to ride the bus.
I rode the bus from kindergarten through 12th grade. Mom was always worried that we would miss the bus even though it picked us up at the end of our driveway. She always claimed she could hear the bus coming. My sister and I would tease her and say that she could hear the bus leaving the bus barn.
Paula, my brothers and I stood on the porch on cold or rainy days until we could hear the bus coming, then we’d dash about 75 yards to the road.
First I already have the book and loved you reading it o. YouTube so please don’t consider me for the prize. I have so many memories of going to grade school and high school so I’ll share a couple. My family lived about a mile a d a half from the high school we went to so we qualified for bus transport but my brother and I would rather walk to school, it was quicker. When I talk about walking to school I always hear people make fun of us “walking up hill in the snow both ways.” Well we did walk in the snow during the winter but the travel was mostly flat. At the beginning of winter when the snow was only a few inches the path across the open field slowly took shape. At the high point if the snow fall the path was still there but it went through snow sometimes two feet high on either side. Didn’t bother us, it wad fun walking through the snow. In grade school we took the school bus because the schools were much further away. The best part of winter in NH was riding the bus to school in a snow storm, waiting at the school for an hour, and then riding the bus back home because it was snowing so hard they cancelled school. By spending that one our in school we did not have to make up that school in June. There were winters where school lasted until mid June due to the terrible snow storms. But my brother and I loved them. We made our spending money by shoveling our neighbors driveways.
Years later when I moved from Hawaii to Florida to marry Diane I would walk my step children down to the bus stop in my summer shorts and a t-shirt in the winter time. I would tease Diane and the kids about how “soft” they were because they thought 60 was cold. Now that I an 80 60 is very cold. That you for the wonderful post, it brought back so many memories. Praying for Granny. Have a blessed day.
I knew from that first line that was feom Letters to Lorie! She was an amazing person and a true inspiration to everyone around her.