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On the first day of high school, I walked through the main entrance, into the school office and right up to the counter, where I asked, “Room 211 is on the second floor. Right?”
Don Anderson, Chicago
My first day of school was in January of 1938, back when the schools had January and June graduations.
My mother took me to the afternoon kindergarten class at Miles Standish in south Minneapolis. All was going well until I looked around and discovered that my mother was gone!
I caught up with her two blocks from the school. It was January, but I’d slipped out without overshoes or a coat. My mother wrapped me up in the warmth of her coat — and promptly returned me to class.
Erling Jaeger, Edina
Poll: Which of Rick Nelson’s must-try foods at the State Fair do you most want to try?