Saturday, October 20, 2018

Saturday Night Genealogy Fun - How Did You Get to School?

Calling all Genea-Musings Fans: 

 It's Saturday Night again - 

time for some more Genealogy Fun!!

Here is your assignment if you choose to play along (cue the Mission Impossible music, please!):

1)  How did you get to your school(s) through high school?

2)  Tell us in your own blog post, in a comment to this post, or on Facebook or Google+.  Please leave a comment on this post with a link to your post.

Here's mine:

Like most students in San Diego, I went to three schools in my time as a student before high school graduation - Elementary school (grades K-6), Junior High (grades 7-9), and High School (grades 10-12).

I think my mother walked me the 8 blocks on 30th Street downhill to Brooklyn Elementary School my first two years at school, and probably walked again to pick me up after school.  I don't remember.  By the time I was 7 or 8, I walked to school by myself or with friends.  For 4th to 6th grade, I'm sure that I rode my bicycle down and back.  The blocks were relatively short and it was no more than 10 minutes each way.

When I went to Theodore Roosevelt Junior High (Park Blvd and Upas - about 3 miles away), I rode the school bus to school every morning.  It was a special city bus just for Roosevelt.  The stop was at 30th and Ivy on our block.  In 8th grade, I had a problem with bullies on the bus ride home, so I quit riding the school bus home.  So I went "the other way" - down Park Blvd to Broadway (on the 7 Route) and then east on Broadway to 30th and Ivy (on the 2 Route).  This worked out pretty well because I could stop at the downtown San Diego Library and read or study.  I was a bookworm.

In 10th Grade, I went to San Diego High School at Park Blvd and Russ Blvd near downtown San Diego.  I rode the city bus Route 2 down and back, usually getting off at 12th and Broadway and walking the five blocks to the school.  I continued to frequently go to the library to read and study before going home, and visited the magazine reading room every week to check on the Billboard Top 100 songs.   I knew the bus schedules well, and occasionally walked the three miles home from school along the bus route.  I figured that if I made it to the halfway point (about 28th and B Street), that I didn't need to spend the dime fare for the rest of the way.

I will add my college travel too.  I started San Diego State University in September 1961, and took the bus all the way from my block to the college.  I took the Route 2 north to El Cajon Blvd, the E route east to College Avenue, and the S route north to the college.  By the time I was a Junior, I was trying to schedule my classes for three days a week so as to save the time and money.  I don't think I rode with any other student these 4.5 years.  

I even took the bus to my two summer jobs (Point Loma and La Mesa) and my first permanent job in La Mesa.  I had to walk over a mile to get to the work site and back to the bus stop.

I did not have a car until after I graduated from college.  My father had the only car, and my mother didn't drive, and I don't recall my father ever offering to drive me or actually picking me up from school.  I finally got my first car - a 1962 Chevrolet Impala - in late 1966 after taking driving lessons from a company.   Finally, I had some freedom at age 23.  Heh.


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Lisa S. Gorrell said...

Walking was the main theme!

Janice M. Sellers said...

Here's mine, with several more than three schools.

Lois Willis said...

Here's mine.

Linda Stufflebean said...

Foot power!

Nancy said...

The same schools at different times and mostly walking to school. Thanks for suggesting the fun, Randy.

Nancy Ward Remling said...

Here's mine complete with a picture of the unconventional "bus" a classmate said was mine one day.