The School Bus

At Lower Township, we had to ride the school bus and it was a dilly. It must of been 20 years old and sounded like it was going to rattle itself to pieces. They didn't worry about safety in those days. Our driver was Yohn Thomson, spelled with a Y. We were the last to enter the bus and we had to push our way in just to stand in the aisle. On the way home from school, we were on the second load, so we had to wait at the school until the bus got back from it's first run.

Some of my best memories occurred waiting for the bus after school. There were no teachers out on the school grounds and we did pretty much anything we pleased. The big thing for boys in those days was marbles, every boy had a bag of marbles.