Four Room School House
Four Room School House
In the mid-sixties, before Socorro consolidated it schools
I attended the four room, gray school house in Lemitar, NM.
With teachers like Mrs. Otero—later I would drive her poor
husband crazy in high school—karma that has definitely been
returned to me over my over twenty years as a teacher myself—
Mr. Luna and Mr. Saiz.
The lunchroom ladies with delightful, nutritious, “home cooked”
meals. I ran through the whole series of the “I Was There” or was it
“You were there” books that were written from the point of view
Of someone involved in a particular important event like traveling with
Louis and Clark or being involved in the Manhattan Project.
This is where I was when Mr. Luna sent us home after word was released
that president Kennedy had been shot in Dallas. I remember walking home
by myself uneasy—reacting to the event that for many of us Boomers first made
us realize the fragility of our world.