I went to school in the late 40's and in the 50's. Things changed a lot after that, every decade it was completely new. But I wanted to talk today about my experience. Just something I thought of so I'm gonna write about it.
Walker Creek had every grade in one school, so kindergarten to grade 12 were all in a big school building. It was built around the mid 1920's if I remember correctly, before that they just had two smaller schools. The teachers in Walker Creek when I was there were strict and evil, at least as far as I remember with my teenage biases invading those memories. I meant they did beat us with rulers, but other than that they were just strict, which made me not like em. I was a slacker in school, so the teachers were even stricter with me. Not the best decision on my part but my brain wasn't even fully formed so give me a break. It was pretty focused on sports like football, baseball, that kinda thing, instead of academic things. No clubs or advanced classes or anything, just the basic stuff and then you're pushed out into the real world to either work at a shop or be a lumberjack. Again, small towns are very different than what you all expect. Unless you're from a small town of course, then you probably know exactly what I'm talking about. - Trevor
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I'm writing a bit more frequently this month. Guess it's because I'm locked in doors with the pandemic going on. Anyway, today I wanted to tell you about my last day in Walker Creek. The whole memory just kinda shows everything good about that place.
So I mentioned before that I abandoned the shop where it stood, just packed up and left. Word got round that I was leaving, since I sold my house to Andrew Kemper. It was a private sale but that didn't stop anybody. Anyway, after packing up my car and sleeping one more night in my house, I came out and I swear half of the town was there to say goodbye. I shook everyones hand and some people hugged me. It wasn't the first time they showed me support, right after Julia died they all came with food and everything to keep me company for the first few days. That was nice. But it wasn't enough, I had to just be gone. They understood, and it was a pleasant goodbye. Everyone watched as I drove away, and went down those windy rural roads. I got on the highway, and never looked back. Some part of me regrets that. It was a nice place to be. I could go back now if I wanted to, probably. I won't though. Nothing for me there really. It's just a memory. - Trevor So I was thinking of other interesting or fun stories to share. Not just "yes there was this location in Walker Creek, this is what I remember, the end" because I know y'all are bored out of your minds sitting through that. So I'll try to share actual stories and memories for a while. I thought of this one because I saw a cop car while I was driving to the store, so here goes. This story happened around 1973. We were still recovering from the town going bankrupt and everything had kinda gone to shit. I remember I was driving out to the edge of town to a farm to buy something, since it's cheaper if you go directly to the farmer, just a pain in the ass though. Anyway, while I was driving I saw something out of the corner of my eye, this deer I guess. It looked pretty close to one anyway. It charged towards me so I had to swerve and speed up to try to get away from that thing. Pretty unluckily for me, a Walker Creed police car was coming the other direction as soon as I did that. Suddenly, sirens on, police car turns onto my side of the road, all that stuff. I pulled over, handed over everything they asked for, and they asked why I swerved. I told them there was a deer. They asked me if I was sure it was a deer and what exactly I saw. Guess they thought I was drunk, but I did their test and they knew I wasn't. Took em a few minutes but eventually they let me go. It wasn't surprising, the WCPD kinda just roamed aimlessly through the county, there wasn't much crime or anything to be on the lookout for so they just waited around until they saw something. I'm lucky they let me go without trying to charge me, but they believed my story so that worked out in the end. I never really dealt with the police besides that one time, which was a pretty damn scary time if I do say so myself.
- Trevor Found something interesting today for y'all. While going through some old stuff I found a ripped out journal page dated 7/28/84. So I'll try to copy what it says, so you can see a day in the life of Trevor in 1984.
"Started my day with oatmeal and coffee, kissed Julia goodbye and went to run some errands. It's Saturday so I had time before we had to open. Visited Jim's Hardware for some new fence supplies. Gotta keep the possums out somehow. I also went to Dana's house, I agreed to water her plants for a week while she visits her parents in Oregon, so hopefully I don't kill em. Ms. Reber talked with me for 20 minutes or so about her knitting when I said hello to her on the street. Friendly people in town is both a blessing and a curse. After that, I opened the shop up and was there for a while. Nothing of note happened really. At home though, Julia and I ate together and watched a comedy show on TV. That was nice. I also had to call James on the phone, he said he needed advice on how to remodel his front deck so I helped him with that. Now I'm going to sleep. Today was pretty good." I wasn't the most detailed journal writer but there you go, that was my life back then. I just thought you'd all find that entertaining. It's a nice example of how Walker Creek was. Calm, peaceful, friendly. I miss that kinda thing. - Trevor |
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