These are memories of growing up in rural Nebraska in the 1950s. Sorry to say, there is nothing remarkable here. No scandal, no abuse, no dark secrets. I’m not Oliver Twist. But for some reason these unremarkable memories have stayed with me and I want to commit them to paper (digitally speaking) before they slip away. I think these stories are mostly accurate, but at this point in my life I suspect that I am often remembering memories of memories, not the actual events.
These pages will cover a seven-year span, 1950-1956. But I might step out of that time frame if I feel the need. The events are not presented in chronological order. This is because I don’t always remember the order in which things happened (I wasn’t taking notes back then), so I’d might as well deliberately jump back and forth in time.
The setting is south-central Nebraska, Webster County in particular. The one-room school I refer to, Batin school, was on highway 281 between the small towns of Blue Hill and Red Cloud.
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Alan Rose