Tell Us Another Story Flo

I attended Radhost School until 4th grade in 1953 when it closed permanently. After that, I attended Hostyn School through eighth grade. While at Radhost, we would have time set aside once a week when one or more of us were required to stand up in front of the whole classroom and tell a story. The classroom consisted of all eight grades with about 35 to 40 students. When it was time to choose who would tell a story, everyone would shout, “Let Flo tell another one!”

Why me, you ask? You see our country school had a small library and most books had been read by all the kids in that school. When someone told a story from that library, it had already been read by most of the kids and therefore, it was boring.

When I told a story, it was a fresh one because I had gotten it from a book that wasn’t in the school library. Since Dad was a house mover, he moved many country schoolhouses that had been abandoned. Whenever someone bought an old school house, it would have to be cleared of all the desks, school supplies and of course, all of the old out-dated library books.

One day I went along with my Dad on his moving job; and, while he proceeded to load the building on his dollies, I busied myself by loading all of those wonderful story books into one of the trucks.

I had enough reading material to last me a few years or more! I felt very important when storytelling time came around and everyone shouted, “Tell us another story Flo!”