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Yup. If I'm havin' fun, it's Saturday. If I'm bored, it's Monday. Either way, it beats the hell outta workin'.
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I liked the back of the bus until race integrated busing where the front of the bus was safer for me. There was a lot of racial tension on them busses in 1971
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I was associated with all groups and a member of none. I got to sit anywhere while I was being ignored.
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That diagram doesn't show me walking. I was one tenth of a mile too close to be allowed on a school bus <-- You needed a "bus pass" to get on. Never rode in one.
I rode a school bus and the bullies usually rode in the back where the driver had less of a view.
We were integrated too, but none of the blacks lived in the country or rode school buses. The blacks also weren't the bullies.
We were integrated too, but none of the blacks lived in the country or rode school buses. The blacks also weren't the bullies.
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My school was predominantly white. We had a few black kids but most didn’t live in the district to go to school there. In 5th grade I was transferred to a predominantly black school as a means of rectifying racial segregation. My parents were livid. The bus ride went from fun to not fun really quick. My parents were pretty prejudice and a lot of the black kids parents were too based on the way we treated each other. Neither of us had been around the others race It was a very hard two years until I went to Jr high school where things were more calm. I was so glad that time was over.
With the snowfall we had almost every day of the year, the snow was so thick and deep the bus could never pick us kids up and we walked for miles up and down steep hills. I lost one friend when he stepped to close to the edge of a Fjord and down he went not to be found until the short Spring Frost.
Poor Oskar was my dear boyhood friend, they found him intact, frozen in the thawing ice.
Oskar is on the right
Poor Oskar was my dear boyhood friend, they found him intact, frozen in the thawing ice.
Oskar is on the right
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I still think in Norway today the student population is almost all white.
Another thing this made me think of were the snow shoes , what a pain in the butt they were
Anyone ever have to where them daily just to walk around the yard , Snow fell so heavy during storm months.
Anyone ever have to where them daily just to walk around the yard , Snow fell so heavy during storm months.
Morning folks. I rode in the back of the bus. And as far as when blacks and whites being put together, I never had to experience those feeling I'm lucky I didn't, I guess. Getting ready to do some laundry. First one more cup of coffee. And then it's off to the races.
Nessy Baby, whats shaking toots
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This is a picture of my wheel saw .The man that gave it to me said he made a living with it. It was dangerous but if treated with respect you could do a lot work with it. He said that when it was running not to turn loose of the handle bars or it would spin around and kill you or cut your legs off. It was made in 1953 .The name is 'Kut-Kwick Power Hurricane', made by Kut-Kwick Tool Corporation, Brunswick Georgia, U.S.A.
We were integrated in junior high but the blacks all lived in the northeast part of town (locally referred to as Ni.gger Town), in easy walking or biking distance, so no busses involved, other than on athletic or band trips.
Not a big change other than some of them excelled in sports, which improved our athletic teams. There were of course some racial clashes, because there are always some racially biased folks, usually the same bullies that terrorized the rest of our group. I don't remember it being much of an issue, because they could pretty much take care of themselves, and the bullies were looking for victims.
My parents were prejudiced as well, but preached equality to us chilluns and more laughing at their foibles than putting them down as a race.
My first wife remarried and moved to Louisiana, and the first day of school my daughter was attacked by a larger black girl on the bus, and when my son interceded, they both got beaten up by the mostly black group, so that I ended up paying to send them to private school to keep them safe.
