The little one room country school that I attended, North Strool School, is no longer there nor is the town of Strool it was named for. There was a small barn for horses and the teacher lived a ½ mile down the road. Our Christmas program was held in the old dance hall at Strool five miles away from the school and was usually a joint program with the South Strool School, another school that no longer exists.
When I started as the only first-grader there were 10 students in 6 grades. The three 8th graders graduated that spring, reducing our numbers to 7 and beginning a steady decline in enrollment that culminated in the school closing in 1966.
There was an outdoor biffy, a tin water bucket with a dipper and no electricity, even though the power line ran maybe fifty feet from the school. Most of the older kids brought their lunch in tin lard pails, but I had a genuine Red Rider lunch box! We did have phone service using an old wall ringer phone on a party line. The phone was installed by my father and my mother was the local switchboard operator, working a "switchboard" that consisted of four toggle switches on the wall of our house.
The school was three miles from our house and for a first grader, those were the longest miles I ever walked in my lifetime, and I had to walk them every day. The only third grader would walk the first mile with me to the mailbox on the road leading into her ranch, pat me on the back while I cried, and we would separate for the remainder of our journeys in different directions down those lonely prairie trails. We were like the old time postal service, "neither rain nor snow or gloom of night" kept us from our appointed rounds… well, I guess gloom of night didn't bother us much because we usually made it home before dark.
The walk to school made the two mile walk to the old town of Strool seem easy and I was often sent to the store for groceries for Mom and cigarettes for Dad. These trips for tobacco and groceries started at the tender age of four. I even sold beer to customers at my aunt's café before I was old enough to see above the counter! Now the proprietors of the store and the cafe would be locked up for selling tobacco products to minors and having a bartender who hadn't started grade school yet.
Ah, those were the good old days…