Attended a One-Room Schoolhouse in a Valley

Remembers frying fish at one-room schoolhouse.

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My mother and I drove to find my new one-room schoolhouse, which was 16 miles from Waukon. It seemed a long distance, we felt lost and asked a nice man if we were on the right road. He became my husband June 12, 1929.

The school was in a valley. The birds were singing their beautiful songs and French Creek runs through this valley, it still floods several times a year. The pupils couldn't attend regularly, because of the floods in the creek.

Sometimes at school, we caught suckers (fish) with a butterfly net and fried them on an open fire on racks and ate them with our lunch.

Clara Leppert
Lansing, Iowa


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