WEST ROOMS FOR OLD TIMERS!
The term “lock down” is an expression that modern folks use to indicate that a building is closed and no one is to leave. This usually means an emergency where it would not be safe to go out for a pleasure stroll! We old timers would have thought they were talking about a prison condition or some similar area where locks were required.
Our relatively new school house, constructed after consolidating several smaller school districts, was a two-story, brick building with four large school rooms, a library and the superintendent’s office, on the ground floor. The second floor had two large class rooms and an auditorium with dressing areas behind the stage. It was a real “state of the art” facility. It was designed to accommodate the families of the many workers who had moved into the area to work in the new oil fields and refineries that had recently appeared in the area.
The new building was
just one block west of our
main street. Our main street was actually the same as the unpaved road
My brother, twenty
years older than I, had a
service station and garage on the main street and
One nice day we were
patiently waiting for the
lunch bell to dismiss us for an hour. For some reason that we
the teacher called it a “gong”, but it sounded like a bell
Just before the bell
rang and we jumped from
our seats the door opened and students from the other rooms rushed
into our area. The superintendent, who came in ahead of the group, told
to leave the room. There is some shooting over on
The bell soon rang and we raced for our private lunch room.
The man in the street probably thought he had finished the fight but the injured man evidently exited through the back door and emerged unexpectedly from behind the adjoining building. He fired both barrels of the double barreled shotgun and the opponent in the street ran among the houses on the west and disappeared. Neither man was in the area when we arrived at the scene. No more gunshots were heard so it was assumed that the fight was finished.
We later learned that the man in the building had been injured by buckshot from the street assailant’s gun. One pellet had hit him on the cheek and broken several teeth, another had seriously injured his right forearm and a third one had entered his abdomen, causing unknown damage. A Good Samaritan had taken him to the doctor in Cross Plains. The street shooter had many small pellets penetrate his clothing and skin but because the shells were loaded with small bird shot no serious damage resulted.
Was there any fun connected with this tragedy? Of course there was, just don’t be too choosy about your fun!