To me this was a wonderful place…Mt. Ephraim School. Previously, this was a high school where my father graduated. By the time we were in school, it was a two-room school with the primary (grades 1-4) in the room on the left with one teacher and on the right grades 5-8 on the right with Dallas Bates as teacher when I was there. There were no bathrooms, no tv’s, no copiers, and so many of the conveniences that schools have today. It didn’t matter at all. We learned and succeeded in life. For tests, our teacher usually wrote the questions on the blackboard. We were called up by grade and subject to the front seats to recite. Discipline was strict but mostly acceptable. Our library was one set of World Book Encyclopedias. There were many assets…for recess we had freedom to play lots of different group or individual games outside. In the winter we used the “old high school” room for basketball, tag, roller skating and marching or, we donned our winter clothes and skiied on the hill behind the school. Lunch was wonderful. The amazing cooks made homemade bread and other homemade foods that were so good. To me, the door in this painting says “Welcome!” Note: This painting is from a picture I snapped when the building was in collapse mode. Sadly, it no longer exists. I could look at this building and probably write a book of stories. I loved the place so much!
