At this point Grandpa’s “Reminiscences of Alfred D Guion” has ended and the rest of this story will be the memories of the children as they were growing up.
BISS – I used to climb the trees and if my brothers went up three branches, I had to go up four, just to show them that I was just as good as they were.
I started school in Trumbull in the house that the Sirene’s bought, which was originally a two room school. It was at the top of the hill just before Kascak’s Garage, on the left-hand side, the same side as the gas station. It looked like a house even though it was a schoolhouse. I think I spent my first, second and third years there, while they were building Center School. I loved that one, the original, because the brook was running right behind it. There was a great big rock that went down to the brook and I always loved rocks, for some reason or other. I have a love affair with rocks. I always look at them as I’m coming up the Thruway, you know, all those different colored rocks … I love them. Anyway, there was this big rock and we’d sit out there at recess. I guess some of the boys went skinny dipping in the brook and they would be late coming back.
We always came home for lunch and one day I climbed to the Maple right behind where the old dollhouse was. There was a Plum tree there, the dollhouse and the sandbox was there. It was just this side of where the parking lot is now. I can remember the Plum tree because, I was maybe five years old, the car was parked in there. I climbed in the car to play, driving or something, and I must have hit a gear or something and put it into neutral, because it ran down and hit the Plum tree. And of course, I got into trouble for that. I was always getting into trouble.
In the first or second grade, I swore in school and the teacher washed my mouth out with soap. The soap was so sweet, so I went home and washed my mouth out again. I don’t know what kind of soap it was, but it left a very sweet taste, it didn’t while you were doing it, but afterwards it did.
Back in the first school, I think I was in second grade. I was a jumping jack. I just couldn’t sit still. I never did like school anyway and I couldn’t sit still. I forget what it was she said, but the teacher said something about a jumping jack and then, “Sit still.” I can remember that. I don’t remember what punishment she did or what threat she gave me but I do remember her putting me up on the mat for not being able to sit still.
One day, Ced was going to give me a ride to school on the handlebars of his bike. He got down to Sunset Avenue and a car was coming out of there. Ced panicked and I went down. I got my face scraped in the tar on the side of the road. We had to go back home to get my wounds taken care of, so we started back. A truck came along, a big Mack truck and the driver asked if we wanted a ride, so we said, “Sure.” I was sitting in the middle and I was all ready to grab the brake if he went beyond Kurtz’s Store because I didn’t know if he was trying to kidnap us or what. I was watching that brake and of course he let us off at Kurtz’s Corner and we went home. Mother washed the cuts with alcohol … Talk about the screaming mee-mee’s
Another time, when Dick was in first grade and I was in second, he hurt himself and I had to take him home. It was about a mile and a half, a pretty good distance.
One thing I remember about Center School was that I would wait for the first bell to ring and then I would cut across the lots because it was that close to the brook and I’d get to school on time.
I will continue these memories for the rest of the week.