I was reading in my mother's 1957 diary and came upon the entry about our end-of-year school picnic. The two room school we attended consisted of Lower (Grades 1-4) and Uppers (Grades 5-8). The Uppers always ruled everything, of course. One's early goal was to reach the Uppers!
The school picnic usually consisted of everyone bringing food of some sort and the school providing hot dogs and ice cream.(Unbelievably, at a 40+yr reunion many people still remembered Anna Hoover's deviled eggs from those occasions! Talk about making a culinary name for oneself!)
But in 1957, the tides turned, and Sam Good, a local lumberman, brought his truck and loaded all the Uppers on the open back and hauled us off to Cloister Dairies for ice cream. Today's liability issues fairly scream at the notion, but as far as I know, nary a thought was given at the time. What could possibly go wrong with a load of boisterous farm boys and girls on the back of an open truck???
Perhaps evolution is a viable concept after all.
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