Four Room School House

Four Room School House

In the mid-sixties, before Socorro consolidated it schools

I attended the four room, gray school house in Lemitar, NM.

With teachers like Mrs. Otero—later I would drive her poor

husband crazy in high school—karma that has definitely been

returned to me over my over twenty years as a teacher myself—

Mr. Luna and Mr. Saiz.

The lunchroom ladies with delightful, nutritious, “home cooked”

meals. I ran through the whole series of the “I Was There” or was it

“You were there” books that were written from the point of view

Of someone involved in a particular important event like traveling with

Louis and Clark or being involved in the Manhattan Project.

This is where I was when Mr. Luna sent us home after word was released

that president Kennedy had been shot in Dallas. I remember walking home

by myself uneasy—reacting to the event that for many of us Boomers first made

us realize the fragility of our world.