By Elva Paton – Moose Jaw, Sask.
Every Saskatchewan school had its own Huckleberry Finn or Tom Sawyer, and Currie School – eight miles south and two miles west of Spring Valley – was no different.
That was the school that my husband, Bill, attended. Also attending was his best friend and pal of the same age, Loyal Gibson. What they could think of was amazing.
Bill and his sisters, Irene and Olive, usually drove the four miles to Currie with a team and buggy. The Gibsons, only a mile from school, usually walked, but their dad, Charlie, at one time built a two-wheel cart for them to drive with a team of horses.
The first day they came it was such a novelty that they were giving the other kids rides in this cart around the schoolyard by turns.
The last one was Margaret McDermit, a very good-natured girl but big for her age. Bill was the driver for all these turns and he had the horses going at top speed, round and round the schoolhouse.
On this last ride he cut one of the corners too sharp and the inside wheel caught the front steps, upsetting the cart and throwing Margaret a good ways.
She got up laughing and everyone was relieved she wasn’t hurt, but the poor cart was smashed to bits on its first day.
Another time when these two pals got their heads together they decided one day they wouldn’t go to school.
When they met at the corner just north of Currie, Bill and Loyal took off up into the pasture hills while the rest of their siblings went on.
Bill said that turned out to be the longest day ever. They could see the school from their hideout on the hill and they had eaten their lunches by the time of first recess.
They starved for the rest of the day until it was home time.
The surprising thing was that nobody said anything or gave them any scolding. The parents thought they were at school but I don’t know what excuse the kids gave to the teacher.
They were so bored, they never did that again.