Today is a Black Day in the hearts of many people. It was announced today that Crayton Elementary School would be closed, due to racial unbalances in the city. Sure, there were jokes made about Crayton Elementary Public Penitentiary, but memories are more than jokes. I spent my first six years there at Crayton. Grades 1-6. Many people that I grew to know went there, too. Some people that I grew to love went to Crayton. The memories are too many to recount here, but I will tell a memory from each grade.
The First Grade--Mrs. Lanier--find out that murder and suicide were two different things.
The Second Grade--Miss Barrett--the crayon-presidents' book trade.
The Third Grade--Mrs. Southern--eating Frosted Flakes in class.
The Fourth Grade--Mrs. McCuen--"O Ye Jigs and Juleps"
The Fifth Grade--Mrs. Kirk--poetry recital
The Sixth Grade--Mrs. Ellsworth--the pre-Watergate Watergate controversy.
Memories are many. People revolve around each other. Destinies are shaped. Tears are wept. Questions are asked. Why? Why has it come to this? Why?
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