George and I started to school the same year, 1897, to Mountain Home School, Pennsylvania. He was six and I was almost 5. My sister Edna started then too, and being the only two children at that time, I wanted to go, so my Mother let me go. Our teacher’s name was Sam Strayer. He was never married. He lived with his mother. Me being the youngest of the girls, they all seen after me. There was boys and girls from my age to eighteen went in a one room school house. It had a potbelly stove and a water bucket with a tin to drink water from. The kids played games and in the fall they would go at recess and dinner time to the mountain to get walnuts and chestnuts , and in the winter they would bring their sleds and had fun on the big hill at the school. I remember my first year. A big boy, Poke Ackers, was chewing gum. The teacher told him to spit it out so he went to the coal bucket and when he got there he said, “0h, I swallowed it.” That made the teacher mad. He made him come to the platform and he got his stick (about that time I was scared and got to crying) , but the teacher told him to apologize to the school , but Poke said he didn’t know how, so the teacher started to tell him how and every word the teacher said Poke said right after. Finally the teacher gave him a couple swats an sent him to his seat. Edna came to me to get me quiet.