A History of Chucks Life at the Wagner One Room School House
After the shooting was finished Life Magazine asked if it would be all right for me to be on the cover! Wow, and they said yes. Later I learned that they were asked if I could do some children's modeling of cloths but I guess my 15 minutes of fame was over! This page contains photos and stories from my sister, me and some other people in our school. There is even one story from a woman who was in the school in 1918!
So either read the entire page or just jump to the sections you might want to read:
My First Grade at the Wagner One Room School!
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Since there was an article on the Freeport Newspaper in April of 2008 about my photo on the cover of Life magazine and how the school was run, Marilyn Baal sent in a note to the editor with the names of the students in the school in 1946!
So here over 60 years later, is a list of the kids in the school. I was in first grade with Carol Neuberger and Marilyn Baal! Leroy Johnson lived on the next farm along with his brother Donald. We used to play all the time on our farms but since Donald isn't in this photo, he must have been younger than I was!
Photos from 1946 to 1950 at My One Room School Near Pecatonica Illinois
Sandi Lender Horvorka was in first grade at the Wagner One Room School near Pecatonica Illinois in 1947 when I was in the second grade. I hadn't heard from her since I was in fifth grade in 1951 when I moved from our farm near Pecatonica back to our farm near Polo Illinois. Of course later I ended up in San Francisco!
One day in June of 2010 I received a message from Facebook, it was from Sandi. I wondered who Sandi was! She informed me a friends son had done a search on the internet and found his name on my web site and told his mother. She informed Sandi about my web site and the fact that they were in school with me in 1947. I was there from 1946 to 1951. We both had the same photo of us in 1947. Sandi said she always looked over to my desk and the cute blond boy there! Later Sandi sent me a photo from 1950 at one of our summer picnics.
Read all about some of the experiences I had during the first four years in the one room school near Pecatonica Illinois, before moving to Polo Illinois and going to another one room school house in Brookville Illinois to finish my eight grades!
1947
Front Row:
Left to Right: Judy Peterson - George Ball - Sandi Lender - Marlene Morrison
Second Row: Charles Buntjer - Roger Runte - Sharon Anderson - Marilyn Baal - Don Johnson - Carol Neurberger
Third Row: Darrel Smith - Leroy Johnson - Miss Meyer - Unknown - Carolyn Morrison - Leland Meyers
This photo was found by Sandi Lender and we believe it was taken at one of the summer picnics in 1950!
The tall girl is Betty Kitzmiller and she and her sister Lavonne came in at the seventh or eight grade level.
Lavonne was older so she was probably in High School when this was taken.
Sandi is on the lower right and Marlene Morrison is second from the left side.
The back row on the left is Carol Neuberger and next, myself.
We don't know the other kids in the photo so hopefully in time, someone will fill in the unknown names of the students!
A friend of mine found this photo on the internet and thought it looked like me, it is! Here I am at six years old with an unpublished photo taken in 1946 for Life Magazine!
Well here I am at 70 years old in 2010
64 years later in San Francisco!
Here are a few thoughts about Chucks time at the one room school house
I remember walking the two miles south from my house passed the Johnson brother's farm on the way to school. The road was gravel and near the school the road was crossed by another gravel road. I had to walk east about a quarter of a mile to get to the school house. I walked until I was given a bicycle from my sister to ride to school. She had sold her horse and was nice enough to give me a present from the money!
One time when I was in first or second grade, I was walking home after school and it began to snow. It snowed so hard I could barely see the road. I kept on the road by feeling the gravel beneath my feet. I was freezing and wondered if I was ever going to get home. A car stopped and a man asked if I wanted a ride. A ride, I don't think so. I ran into the ditch by the road and the man finally drove off. I finally got home, freezing and wet and what did my parent say to me? They said why didn't I ride home with the man as he was the seed man who came to sell us the seeds to plant the various crops in the spring. I said I was told not to get in a car with a stranger and my parents said, "He is not a stranger!" I was mad, I was seven or so and had seen him maybe twice and I was suppose to remember him, I don't think so. Also I remember the Fisher boys, twins, sometimes road their horse to school! So it was walk or bike or sometimes if possible, a ride in a car to school, that was a treat needless to say!
Behaving at school with Miss Meyers:
Miss Meyers was a strict teacher. One day I was fooling around at my desk and suddenly I looked up and there she was. She just said, "Put your hands on the desk and sit still!" Then she took out a ruler and smacked my hands good and hard! Ouch! I was very mad, I thought, I will fix her really good!
So I went home in the afternoon and walked into the kitchen. My mother and father were having afternoon tea before going out to do the evening chores like milking the cows and feeding the chickens and pigs and so on. They looked at me and then said, "Do us a favor and go out in the front yard and get a switch off the lilac tree. Huh, I thought. It was spring and of course, the twigs on the tree were nice and green. So I got the switch and very slowly walked by to the kitchen and then they gave me a few swipes on the ankles and thighs and said, "When you are at school you mind Miss Meyers and when home you mind us!" So much for getting even with Miss Meyers.
I also remember one time Leroy Johnson did something wrong and Miss Meyers came over to his desk. I thought she was in trouble and Leroy was very large for his age. He was taller than Miss Meyers. Well she took him by the neck of his shirt, shook him and put him in the closet in the front of the class room. It was a small coat closet and suddenly it was very quiet in the room. A few minutes went by and suddenly we heard sobbing from the closet. This went on for a long time and finally Leroy was let out of the closet and sent to his desk. You can believe me, from then on, no one made waves at school!
Note: Lavonne Kitzmiller said that Leroy Johnson did shove Miss Meyer up against the wall under the big old clock one day and Darrel Smith rescued her. I wonder if that was the time he ended up in the closet!
My sister Yvonne Buntjer Burt told me she thought Miss Meyer had a sister working at the Five and Dime store. Sandi asked Shirley about Miss Meyer and she said Miss Meyer had a sister Henrietta that worked at the dime store in Pecatonica. She was kind of crippled but I didn't know what exactly was wrong. She also had a brother Henry. He had a son who married when he was about 50.
My first love:
Carol Neuberger and Marilyn Baal lived done the road from school and continued west at the cross road to their homes. I had to turn north to go to my house. I was all ready at six, thinking about the big city and why oh why, was I on the farm. We used to listen to the radio in the summer on the porch of the farm house listening to the announcer state, This big orchestra's music is coming from the rood garden on the highest skyscraper in New York! Why wasn't I there I thought? Well anyway, I used to walk with Carol and Marilyn to the corner and then since Marilyn lived a farm like I did, I pushed her away, "Get lost!" Poor Marilyn. Carol lived in a nice house and her father worked in town so she and her family were the in group! Then I would lean over and Carol would lean over and I would plant a kiss on her lips.... kind of! Then fly home! Later I found out the woman living on the corner in a nice house would see us and then call my mother and say, "Your son Charles is at it again, kissing Carol Neuberger!" I guess my mother wasn't too concerned as we were six and she never said anything to me!
Sandi said we used to play hide and seek behind the lilac bushes. Boy no girl or boy dare say they hid behind there together or Miss Meyer would give the biggest lecture on Boys and Girls should never, ever be there together alone. I think we were all pretty naive about that time and wondered what the big fuss was about. Then I don't know about you. You were doing that suck face thing with Carol right out in front of Mrs. Gilbert's house on the corner.
Going to the monthly PTA meetings and parent/children get together:
The meetings were like special events. The parents and Miss Meyers got to talk and so on. Being so young I never really knew what was going on but sometimes we also played games and so on. Everyone would bring a dish to pass and after what ever was going on, we all had a great dinner.
One time my mother made an Angel Food cake and drizzled a sugar frosting all over it. She then went out to the barn to do some chores and told me to behave! Well of course I loved that cake, so yummy! I first took my finger and took a little frosting off the side, not noticeable. Then I figured if I took some frosting off the hole in the middle, who would know? So I took some of the frosting off the inside but then decided, why not just dig out a little of the cake also. What harm can that do? So I dug some out and then some more and finally decided I had to stop but, the cake looked fine (from the outside anyway)!
So we went to the school house and the food was placed on a large table for later. Finally it was time to eat and my mother was standing there and someone cut her cake and asked, whose cake is this anyway? She wondered why but then saw the piece of cake. The inside of the piece was torn out! Then they saw the entire center of the cake was torn out. I disappeared from sight! I know mother had a trauma but I think she knew I had seen enough, not to do that again!
Traumas on learning the facts of life:
I had a great childhood on the farm. 200 acres of woods, a river, a large Indian mound on a hill, a swamp and horses to ride and so on. Well Easter and Christmas was special and I loved Easter. I would wake up early and my parents and sister would look at me and I of course, wondered if the Easter Bunny had visited us. One year they said they thought they saw the bunny in the hay mound in the barn. I ran up to the hay mound and there was a huge nest full of colored eggs and chocolate bunnies and candy! Wow, I thought, what a bunny! The next year they said maybe, the bunny had run through the front yard by the lilac tree (the famous one with the switch that was used on my ankles). I looked under the branches and there was a nest with everything would could want for Easter.
Then one evening I had gone to bed but heard noise in the kitchen and I wondered what was going on. I opened the door to the kitchen and my sister and mother had a fit. I was half asleep but..... I did see lots of hard boiled eggs and colored dye and so on. Well I wondered if there really wasn't an Easter Bunny after all. Phooey I thought.
Then to make matter worse, not long afterwards I was walking to school with Carol and Marilyn and I said as if I was suddenly worldly, "Too bad there really isn't an Easter Bunny!" I thought I was so smart! Then Carol and Marilyn said, "Yes, our parents fool us all the time, just like Santa Clause isn't real either!" I was shocked! What, no Easter Bunny and now no Santa Clause, all in one week! But I didn't let them see I was shocked and said, "Yes, who do they think they are fooling!" But of course, deep down I felt, no Easter Bunny and now no Santa Clause either, sad but then, one has to find out these things at some point in time!
Interesting story about Nancy Fishe 12 years later:
I started college in Rockford Illinois, a liberal arts school, in 1959. I took French, sketching with a live model, English and what ever else was required. Then I decided to learn how to dance as I figured in the business world and social life, knowing how to dance would be a plus. So one evening after class I went to Arthur Murrays and told them I wanted to learn how to dance but didn't want to pay! The owner of that franchise was a hunk, six foot plus and wavy black hair! He said I could train for three months and then start teaching and get paid. I got pushy and said I think I should get paid even when training! We talked some more and finally he agreed to pay me a small salary even while in training. So I learned a good lesson, don't settle for the first offer! He of course told me to keep my mouth shut or everyone would want to be paid while in training!
So after a few months I started teaching and the other men in the class were hot for one of the top dancers. She was hot, tall and striking and a great dancer. She went around doing dance exhibits. She ignored everyone, looked up her nose at us peons! So the other guys were having a trauma about her and one night we were all on the dance floor and suddenly she flew out of one of the offices and grabbed me and hugged me! The guys had a fit. She said you probably don't remember me as I was in the upper grade at the one room school! Wow, and she remembered my name. So we had a good talk and a few months later she came over to me and told me her boy friend had moved to Los Angeles and she was moving there to be with him. Someone on the side told me they thought her 'boy friend' was doing something shady and I thought, wouldn't it be something if she ended up being a gun moll! She probably wasn't but it sure made a good story!
So I was jealous that someone from our one room school was moving to Las Angeles in 1959! Little did I suspect in a few years, 1963, I would be living in San Francisco. So I have always wondered what happened to Nancy. I am 70 so she must be 75. Can one be a gun moll at 75? We may never know!
Games we played:We used to have someone stand on an upside down pail or what ever and play a game called "King of the World" as we made up our own games and rules.
In the winter we used to make three large circles in the snow, inside of each other with cut offs, like a maze and it was called, Fox and Geese! Someone was appointed as 'it' and they would try to catch the rest of us but the 'it' person couldn't jump over the maze lines or else, out of the game! There was lots of screaming and we would be worn out when we went back to class and I am sure the teacher was glad of that! There also was a game called 'Red Rover' but I cannot remember what that was about! I think you had to race around and touch a specified spot and yell Red Rover or you would be out.
My friend Barbara in Seattle said they played Red Rover but it doesn't sound like the game we played. She said they played with two lines (chains) of kids facing each other with each line holding hands (a link). Then one side would call out 'Red Rover, Red Rover, send Billy (one of the names of the people in the facing line) right over' and the person who was called out would run over and try to break through one of the links in the opposing chain. They'd tend to call out one of the weaker people and that person would try to break one of the weaker links.
Sandi agreed with Barbara and wrote me the following about the Red Rover game and some other equipment we had on the play ground: They usually picked me to break thru the line because I was built like a linebacker. I remember that teeter/totter thing. Dang it was dangerous. And that Merry-go-round steel thing you ran along beside to get it going and everybody would jump on it and make it clang, hitting the middle pole. I'm surprised we all lived to talk about it. It really was dangerous.
Also another game we played was Every man in his own den, not sure what that was either! If anyone knows of this game, let me know!
I also remember in the late spring time when the very tall grass behind the school became dry, I think they mowed it, we would gather up the grass and make forts and so on. The walls were only a foot or so tall but still met our needs! As Sandi said, we may not have had much to play with as far as physical things go but, we sure did have great imaginations!
When I was about ten I use to play on a piece of play ground equipment that looked like a teeter tooter but was on an iron pole about seven feet tall. One would grab the handle bar on the one side and the other side would be higher so the other person swinging with you, usually had to jump up to catch the bar. Then we would push off, each one going higher and higher. One day, as boys will be boys, I and another student decided to see how high we could go. We were swinging so high we were almost straight out from the pole. Suddenly I fell off and landed on my arm. (My sister told me that the other person let go of his end of the bar and I went flying! Good thing someone remembers it wasn't my fault for a change but then, she is my favorite sister!) I laid there for a while and finally got up but couldn't move my left wrist as it hurt so badly. Miss Meyers sent me home and my parents checked my wrist and since I could move my fingers said, too bad, and put a bandage on it and the next day said to help with the chores. It hurt all the time and after a few months it still hurt all the time although I could use the hand. I was taken to the doctor and he took an x-ray and said my wrist had been completely broken, all the bones and it was very unusual that someone could move their fingers with the wrist broken. So they sent me to the Freeport Hospital to break and reset the wrist. I was on the operating table and the nurses and doctor came in. One nurse very nicely lifted my right leg and said, is it this one? No I said. She lifted my left leg, is it this one? I said, "NO!" Didn't they know which body part to operate on, I said, "It is my left wrist!" The doctor laughed but I didn't. Later at home, I had a cast on my entire left arm and got the chicken pox of all things. And to top it, I gave it to my sister who was not amused. So I had a cast on and under it I had very itchy spots from the chicken pox and one day my mother caught me trying to scratch the sweaty itchy sores with a metal coat hanger I had opened up. She said you will have scars the rest of your life if you keep scratching those red spots under the cast.
Alice Ackerman's 1918 Sixth Grade History of the Wagner One Room School
always
looked
at the cute boy with the blond hair in seat not too far from her!
Well it was me of all people. We have started up a great
correspondence over the last six month and exchanged many memories.
She continued to live in the northern Illinois area until finally moving
to Florida so she knew most of the people that were living at the time
we were in school. I had lost track as I was living in San
Francisco and didn't have any connection with the Midwest any more!My sister Yvonne is eight years older than I am and she and Sandi know many of the same people. One family, the Ackerman, were living in the area and Sandi wrote and told us that they had found a school paper written by a distance relative, Alice Ackerman in 1918! Sandi was nice enough to send me a packet with some photos and the report Alice wrote. Read on about the history of the Wagner One Room School!
The following was a paper written in 1918 when Alice Ackerman was in sixth grade at the Wagner One Room School. I, Charles W. Buntjer - went to the same school in 1946 and appeared on the cover of Life Magazine the same year celebrating the end of the Second World War. After Alice's report is a short one by my sister and by me since both of us attended the Wagner One Room School - she in 1943 and I in 1946!
Alice
wrote the following in 1918: The first school house was built in
1848 by a man named Mr. Farewell and named after him. It was built
of stone and had double seats and benches for the students to sit on.
There was an old iron stove in it. Mr. Charles Follet taught the
school for the first two years. There were 60 pupils enrolled.
My grandfather Wales Woodruff and Mrs. Margaret Weber are the only two
who are now living in the district that went to this school. After
it was no longer used as a school house, it was remodeled and used as a
dwelling house. It stood for about 60 years and was torn down six
or eight years ago. Some of the stone
was used to build the foundation for a barn near by.
Alice wrote: The first school house was built in 1848 by a man named Mr. Farwell and named after him. It was built of stone and had double seats and benches for the pupils to sit on. There was an old iron stove in it. Mr. Charles Follet taught school for the first two years. There were 60 students enrolled. My grandpa Wales Woodruff and Mrs. Margaret Weber are the only two who are mow living in the district that went to this school.
After it was no longer used as a school house, it was remodeled and used as a dwelling house. It stood about 60 years and was torn down six or eight years ago. Some of the stone was used in building the foundation of a barn nearby. (Note: Charles Buntjer - My sister told me the bridge across the Pecatonica River that ran passed our farm was called the Farwell Bridge so we wonder if it was named after him also.)
The next school house was built in 1854 by the district on the
opposite side of the road and not too far east. There were then
about 50 pupils enrolled. The room was so crowded that the
children would take turns sitting in the large windows.
There were no halls but there were hooks along the sides of the school
room. There were shelves above the hooks for the dinner pails.
There were benches on the east and we
st
sides. In the south west corner was a large wood box.
There were two long recitation benches along the west side. At
first it was called the Farewell but now it was changed to the Wagner.
This building was torn down 12 years ago. When Mr. Follet was
tearing it down he found a shingle dated 1854!
During this time it was decided that some of the children had too far to go to school so the district was separated into two parts. The part north of the river was called the Riverside District. The people in both districts had to help pay for the school house in the new district.
The school house we know have was built in the year of 1906. Mr. Joe Meyer was the contractor. There have been 30 or 40 pupils attending ever since it has been built. It is a frame building and has a wood shed west of it. (The first photo on the top left looks the same as when I went to the Wagner school in 1946. The only difference is the porch on the front so I wonder when that was build?)
Three of the boys who went to this school to be educated are in the Army and another one in the Navy. We have a banner in the front window with 33 red crosses on it. This is to show we are helping our boys out. Each one in our school gave 25 Cents to belong to the Junior Red Cross.
We have a globe, two sets of maps, a slate black board and single seats! Our library has nearly 100 books and one set of cyclopedias. A piano was bought with money obtained at an entertainment. A furnace in the basement heats and ventilates the room. so our building is well equipped and improvements are made each year.
You can still see those maps and globe and piano from 1918 still being used in the photo to the right. Miss Myers is standing in the back and I of course, am sitting in the front row looking casual as usual!
And Here we are in 2010, Chuck Buntjer with his usual champagne in San Francisco at 70 years old!
I moved to San Francisco in 1963. In actuality the Army based me at the Presidio of San Francisco, the top military base in the world for retiring military. I was swing shift supervisor!
From there on I worked for many major corporations including IBM, Banc of America and Schwab.
And here is Sandi Lender Hovorka at 68, not too shabby for each of us being almost three quarters of a century old!
Sandi lived in the Freeport Rockford Illinois area until she moved to Florida sometime within the last ten years.
That is why she knows so much about the people when we went to the Wagner One Room School and people she and my sister knew in Pecatonica Illinois.
My sister Yvonne and more of my memories of the One Room School
My sister Yvonne Buntjer went to the Wagner
school from 1942 until the spring of 1946 where she
graduated and went to High School in Pecatonica Illinois. She
wrote the following:
I started at Wagner in January of 1942. I discovered I was way behind in mathematics but with Miss Myers help, soon caught up. I was considered a kind of outcast as all the pupils had gone there their whole life and their parents had been taught by Miss Myers also!
Miss Meyers was an amazing teacher. One did not leave school until you knew everything that was taught that day. (I, her little brother can testify to that statement. One time I misspelled breakfast and Miss Meyers was so mad she made me stay after school and write the word correctly 100 times on the blackboard! I was late for chores and had to figure out a reason to be late at home from school!)
So I never wanted to miss any lessons and have to stay after school as I had to hurry home and get all my chores done. I had to go home and feed the milk cows, mix the feed for the pigs, hunt eggs and put in cartons, feed and water the chickens and feed the beef cattle. I also rode horses and learned at an early age to drive the tractors and the horse teams.
When we did the state test and I was 12, 1944, I had a high grade. I was 12 but the test indicated I was equal to a 16 year old. Part of this was due to learning so much at home. When I was 11 I was writing checks for my father.
And our picnics at the end of the school year were always so much fun. Also in school plays, there were never enough boys for the parts so I and Lawanda Kitzmiller played the men's parts! We thought that was just great! also at the monthly PTA meetings we sang songs I loved like America the Beautiful and so on. I was also learning to play the trumpet and one time my mother made me play it at a PTA meeting and I was scared to death!
Later on I realized how great a teacher she was and how she molded my and my brother. I was always going to call her and tell her how much I appreciated all she taught me but kept putting it off until it was too late. That has always bothered me.
I then graduated in May of 1946 and went on to graduate from the Pecatonia High School!
And I, Charles W. Buntjer,
attended the same school as did Alice in 1918 and my sister did in 1942!
The above photos from
1946
that shows the outside and the inside of the school house after it was built in 1906.
I attended the school from the fall of 1946 to 1951. From there
the family moved to Polo Illinois and I continued my education at the
Brookville
One Room School
House where I graduated and went then to Polo High School.
It is interestingly that 40 years after the school was built, I attended
first grade and ended up on the cover of life magazine. Life
Magazine was looking for the typical one room school to feature in the
magazine for the troops all over the world to see what they had been
fighting for, mother and apple pie! I received over 5,000 letters
and gifts from all over the world.
I lived on a farm about a mile and a quarter away and usually walked to and from school each day. I attended first grade with two girls, Marilyn and Carol, so we had a small class but were able to learn much more than usual as we received so much individual attention. At that time the entire eight grades only had about 15 or 16 students so only a few of us in each class. We were able to listen to the advanced classes and learned geography using the globe and maps that were acquired around 1906 or so and were used by Alice in 1918!
Of course one of the reasons I was so good in school and later on in life, a computer career is due to the fact my sister taught me my numbers, alphabet and how to read by the time I was six years old and in first grade. Then Miss Myers took over and drilled me in all the subjects and because of that, I acquired an interest in geography, languages, reading and art!
Our teacher Miss Meyer was of the old school. One minded or else. I remember in second grade I was fiddling around at my desk and not paying attention. Miss Meyer walked up and said, "Put your hands on the desk!" So I put my hands on the desk and she took the ruler and wacked my knuckles good and hard, pay attention she said. I figure I was going to fix her, I went home, walking very fast and stormed into the kitchen where my father and mother were having their afternoon tea and cookies before doing the chores. I told them what had happened and what were they going to do. They just sat there and said, get a switch off the lilac bush in the front yard. Uh, oh I thought. After a few slaps on my legs I was told to mind the teacher at school and my parents at home. Lesson well learned!
The Freeport Journal Standard
Around the Table - Published: Friday, April 4, 2008 5:42 PM CDT
Life magazine features Pecatonica one-room schoolhouse.
Many people will still remember the
excitement Life Magazine brought to this area October 1946. That year, a
one-room schoolhouse in Pecatonica got top billing in the magazine.
One of the first graders, Charles Buntjer, 6, made the front cover as he
laboriously printed “Puff” in his first-grade workbook. Check the last
photo of Chuck 60 years later living in San Francisco!
Life Magazine so vividly captured the memory of that day in words and pictures
so that 50 years later, we feel as if we were there. Bob Wachlin brought in a
copy of the magazine.
The first paragraph paints the entire picture for us:
“Nancy Fische of the second grade was absent the day the school picture above
was taken, but except for her, some playground equipment and two privies which
are out of the picture, you are looking at the entire personnel and physical
assets of District School 94 near Pecatonica, Ill.”
The writer comments that this was “if
not the best one-room school in the country, it was certainly one of the
best.”
They gave credit to the schoolmarm, Miss Erna Meyer, for the 37 years she taught
in rural schools, 26 of them in Pecatonica. She was paid about $1,500 a year at
that time.
These one-room schoolteachers were multi-tasking way back then. The magazine
describes her teaching day to that of a juggler. Miss Meyer, for example,
started the day getting all six grades going n more or less simultaneously.
The seventh graders were given a study
problem. The first graders were started crayoning. The second grade was at the
blackboard doing arithmetic, while the fifth grade composed a letter.
“With the seventh grade studying, the first grade coloring, the second grade
figuring, and the fifth grade writing, Erna has time to check homework with the
third grade, after assigning some grading in geography to the sixth grade.”
“With all of this going on each day, she also was expected to plan study
courses, order books and supplies, give special attention to pupils who needed
it, and to keep an eye on the schoolhouse roof to see that it doesn’t spring a
leak.”
That was indeed multi-tasking and here
we thought we invented it in the year 2000.
There’s a great deal of history of one-room schoolhouses in this area at the
Stephenson County Historical Museum, as well as a one-room schoolhouse on the
grounds.
Teachers who taught in one-room schoolhouses found that their students learned
the basics very well. What they might have missed in the third and fourth grade,
they later heard and picked up on in the later grades as they listened to other
classes.
These teachers also kept the fire going
in the pot-bellied stove, swept the floors and cleaned the blackboards n or had
some help from the students in a few of these tasks.
One Stephenson County schoolmarm once told me she had her students bring a
potato to school, which she would place on the stove, to cook a “hot lunch”
at noon.
The October day at the Pecatonica School in the photo essay shows the students
at their desks. The next photo shows them reciting the Pledge of Allegiance.
In the next row of pictures, the first
graders are sending a letter to Mr. Puff, students at the blackboard doing
simple sums, students listening to a lecture and then a reading session with
students and the last on that page of a boy discussing his blackboard
composition.
On the final page of the essay, we see young Homer Meiers, a seventh grader on a
bicycle, then three second graders carrying their lunches to school, and seventh
grade twins, Kenneth and Keith Fische, on a horse.
The magazine’s photo essay on the one-room schoolhouse concludes with a large
photo showing recess at the school. The first two grades are given a
15-minute break. After this, classes resumed until noon and had a one-hour lunch
break.
The youngest students go home at 3:30 p.m.; the older ones at 4 p.m. Then the
teacher, corrects papers and goes home around 5 p.m. What a wonderful legacy
these teachers left behind.
Stories of one-room schoolhouse teachers may be found that the Stephenson County
Historical Museum. In the days of readin’, writin’ and ’rithmetic, they
got their lessons for life.
Olga Gize Carlile is a columnist for The Journal-Standard.
So here I am at six years old in Pecatonica Illinois going to a one room school. Little did I know I was to be on the cover of Life Magazine.And here I am over 60 years later living in San Francisco on the 28th floor of the Fox Plaza, a high rise in the middle of downtown! Can you believe it, all the schooling I received during those first informative years in a one-room school house did me a service for which I am thankful for.
It gave me the knowledge to enter the computer field and went from IBM punch cards to setting up Internet Web Sites for major corporations.
Below is a view from my living room and bedroom. I have a six foot by 32 foot balcony across my entire apartment and every day, enjoy viewing the different vistas of fog, sun and moon light over the San Francisco Bay!
On the left as I was at six years old in 1946 and on the right as I looked in 2008
View from Chuck's Apartment in San Francisco ~ 2008!
The Freeport Journal Standard
Lifestyle - Published: Monday, April 28th, 2008 5:12 PM CDT
Learning the basics
‘to the tune of a hickory stick’
BY Olga Gize Carlile
Three cheers for the one-room schoolhouse. It made a difference. It was a
boost, not a handicap.
In 1946, a news/photographic team from
Life magazine came to Pecatonica to do a picture essay on a one-room
schoolhouse.
The Buntjer kids Yvonne and Charles now 76
and 68, respectively, sent e-mail messages telling what a stellar education they
received in “readin’ and writin’ and ’rithetmic taught to the tune of a
hickory stick.”
There was some literary license taken with this photo essay, which Yvonne wanted
to set straight.
“I went to that school,” wrote
Yvonne Buntjer Burt, now of Tucson, Ariz., “and had Miss Myers for a teacher,
the best in the world. I graduated in spring of 1946, and then my brother,
Charles Buntjer, started first grade. He was on the cover of Life magazine. You
can view his world travels at
charlesbuntjer.com.”
Also on the Web are their memories of growing up on a farm in Pecatonica. Since
she was 8 when Charles was born, “I put down all the naughty things he has
done.”
School Memories
Yvonne goes on to thank Miss Myers for
all the things she did.
“I was so well educated at the end of eighth grade I could have just forgotten
high school,” she said. “I was so advanced.”
In subsequent e-mails, Yvonne continued to reminisce about her one-room school
days. Before school started in early September, all the mothers came and cleaned
the school.
“The gentleman next door would come
over early in the morning in the winter and start the furnace so we would come
into a warm school,” Yvonne recalled. “In the spring of the last day of
school, we had a picnic for all.”
Yvonne recalls that once a month there were PTA meetings, which were “more
social than anything.”
At these meetings, she said, “We would sing all the good songs, ‘America the
Beautiful,’ etc. The ‘Pledge of Allegiance’ was always recited. There also
was entertainment.”
When Yvonne’s mom was hostess, Yvonne
would often be asked to play the trumpet. Evenings ended with the serving of
dessert and coffee.
The school day was structured a bit different than the magazine essay stated.
“We all went home at 3:30 in the winter, but in the spring and fall at 4 p.m.
But we all left at the same time 1-8 grades.” The essay implied that the
grades were dismissed at different times.
“And the horses were only ridden to
school for Life magazine photographers,” she added.
Life After Life
As for Charles, he found the “Around the Table” column on The
Journal-Standard Web site and enlarged pictures and put in some of his additions
as well.
He also included a picture of himself,
now some 60 plus years later.
“Little did I know that I was to be on the cover of Life magazine.
“And here I am 60-years later, living in San Francisco on the 28th floor of
the Fox Plaza, a high rise in the middle of downtown.
“Can you believe it, all the
schooling I received, during the first formative years in a one-room
schoolhouse, did me a service for which I am thankful for. It gave me the
knowledge to enter the computer field and went from IBM punch cards to setting
up Internet Web sites for major corporations.”
When the story of the one-room schoolhouse appeared in Life magazine in 1946, he
had more than 5,000 people write him, send cards and gifts.
After high school, his mom suggested he apply for a job at Burgess Battery,
where she worked as a secretary. The company sent him to school at IBM, in
Chicago. From there, Charles came in on the ground floor of the birth of the
computer industry and saw the early days of it all.
Charles is a fascinating man to talk to on the phone. His Web site is huge.
He’s traveled the world. He’s done it all since his days in that one-room
schoolhouse. After entering the computer industry with IBM cards and tabulation
machines, he ended up running an installation in the Army at the Presidio of San
Francisco. The last 10 years, he has done consulting for major corporations in
the U.S. such as IBM, Schwab, Y2K Fix for Bank of America and so on.
All of this, said Charles, was possible because of his ability to “speak and
conceptualize information picked up in classes from a one-room school.”
Olga Gize Carlile is a columnist for The Journal-Standard.