At seventy years old It takes very little for me to just sit back and remember my childhood and growing up in a world that seems to not exist any more. It is just a fading memory. As I road down the main street of Preston this past week I remembered the old Preston High School where I went for the first ten years of my school life. The school has been gone now for a while but the memories are still there. It was a important time in my life.
We walked the halls with not a care in the world because we knew that we were perfectly safe even though there was no police offers in the hall ways, no drugs being sold or used. Everything was always orderly in the hallways and even in the class room. Every student there from first grade to the twelfth grade knew what was expected of them and what would happen if that line was crossed. From the principal to the teachers punishment was handed out if wrong was done. But still most of us loved those teachers. The students went to school and their parents did not have to worry what might happen in the hallways or school grounds. Mr. Hall was the principal and he was a good principle.
We had recess, field days, May Days, and many other events. What we did not have was police officers paroling the halls, the events we had, or anything else. There was no drugs in our school, no fighting, no fire arms inside the school. The biggest thing we had in our school was a fire drill. Might have been a shot gun or 22 rifle out in someones car where someone had been hunting, but it was never a problem. It could have been a teacher or student’s fire arm. The almost ten years I went to Preston school there was never a problem like we have in today’s schools. There was never a sign near the school that said the school was a drug free zone because there was no need for it. The biggest crime for a school kid back then was smoking in the bath room or chewing gum in class.
Before our school day started we had Bible reading and the Lord’s prayer. Each day a different student would pick the Bible up which was on the teachers desk and pick a passage to read and when the student was finished the Bible was placed back on the Teachers desk. Then came the pledge allegiance to the flag and the announcements over the intercom system. Then our day started.My favorite class was History and Mrs. Butler was an excellent teacher. I can also remember some of the other teachers who were good in what they taught. Mr Phillips, Mr. Humphreys, Ms Elzey, Ms Bonner, Ms Lednum, Ms Nuttle. Ms Wright, Ms Worm, and Ms Hynson and others.
During the school year most of the students always look forward to Christmas and the activities connected to it from decorating the halls with holly and cedar. We looked forward to the Christmas trees and the manger scene which was in front of the school. The manger was made in the school shop and the straw was brought in by the farm boys. We sang Christmas carols in the auditorium including songs about our dear Savior. It was a time of joy for all of us including the teachers and the other school personal. One Christmas song I will always remember singing along with the whole school was “Silent Night”
It was not long after the move to our new school that I realized how I missed that old school and the comradeship that was felt between everybody including students, teachers, and other school personal. We were in a different world. A world I did not like and it seems it is here to stay.