More Pre-Lee Memories - Lincoln School by Woody Beck Class of '65
I'd like to add just a few thoughts about that other elementary school to the discussion we've been having.
My family moved from North Carolina to Huntsville in 1956. My father had gone to work with what was known then as the A.B.M.A. (Army Ballistic Missile Agency), later N.A.S.A. We lived in a newly built subdivision, Lakewood, near the intersection of Memorial Parkway and Mastin Lake Rd. Lakewood was one of the numerous relatively middle- class new housing projects to accommodate the expanding growth of Huntsville.
I was enrolled in the 6th grade in Lincoln Elementary School. The school building was grimy and the mill kids tough. It seemed that some of them had never visited a dentist and only infrequently made acquaintance with a bath tub. Too many of the kids had sallow skin, tired eyes, and sunken cheeks. I recall one classmate who would come to school about once a week with large red whelps on his face a pissed off father? A few of the textbooks used in the 6th grade were the same ones I had used in the 5th grade in North Carolina.
A few of my male classmates would carve their girlfriend's name, or something really clever like "Born to Die", on their arms with a razor blade and then ink-in the cuts with a ball-point pen. Gruesome. I also remember, quite pleasantly, that some of my female classmates seemed to be more "developed" than the girls in my North Carolina school. Sweet.
After about a month, a kid named Perry announced to me that he and I were going to fight. I told him that I saw no reason to fight and that I had little interest in doing so. I was scared: Perry was significantly larger than me, had a moon-shaped face with freckles, and hair plastered with axle grease. The next day during recess Perry beat me to a pulp. It was nothing special, just a normal part of life at Lincoln.
Being one of the new kids on Perry's and his buddies' turf, we had to earn our rightful place in the Lincoln School food chain, and that meant by physical challenge. After being humiliated by Perry and accepting my status at near the bottom of the pack, the rest of the year passed more or less uneventfully although I don't remember not going to school without "butterflies" in my stomach.
The kids from my neighborhood were different and we were invaders. Many were new to Alabama, and hence quite foreign, and our fathers were employed. Most of us were raised in a middle class culture of optimism and modest affluence. Many of the Lincoln School kids, however, were the sons and daughters of impoverished, long-term unemployed mill workers. It was an inevitable clash of cultures and social class exacerbated by the normal predatory inclinations of adolescent males.
Occasionally a couple of friends and I would skip out during recess and march to the Tip Top Cafe, about a block from Lincoln School, to get a hamburger and, on a couple of episodes, share a beer yes, we were in the 6th grade but no one seemed concerned. It was at that critical juncture that I learned how a modest amount of ethyl alcohol in the central nervous system can dull the pain of school.
After the Lincoln School experience, moving to the newly built Lee [Junior] High School was a treat, although my travails with the likes of Perry were not over. _______________________________________________
What About Lincoln? by Mike Griffith Class of '66
Enjoyed reading about Rison, but I couldn't believe that there were no stories about Lincoln. When I started first grade we lived on Virginia Boulevard, a few blocks from the "castle house" on Kildaire. Lincoln included grades 1-12, with grades 2-12 in the main three-story building (one story half-underground and two stories above ground) and the first grade was located in a standalone house to the front, to the right of the main building. The school was located directly in front of several streets of row mill houses. The school, the mill houses, and other surrounding buildings shared the same color and architecture as the mill itself.
The "playground," as it was, was located behind the first grade house and bordered the mill houses all the way back to the railroad tracks. Being a 1-12 school there was the standard pecking order such that the older kids played on the portion of the playground nearest the railroad tracks, and was level and had some grass. We younger kids were relegated to the portion that had formerly been used to store piles of coal. The remainders of the coal piles made nice little hills and valleys that were great for holding water puddles ... wet shoes, etc. were large part of my memory of that time.
Across the street from the school was a strange little shop, that was run by a man that I remember as "Bill Connors." It was kind of a snack and soda shop, and my biggest memories are that it had a juke box and a special treat made by Mr. Connors. He made kool-aid type popsicles by freezing them in dixie cups and sold them for a nickel; the thing that made them special was that he randomly put a nickel into some of the popsicles as they froze, and if the purchaser was lucky enough to select the right one then they would get back their purchase price while eating the popsicle.
When I was in the third grade we moved to Lakewood and I had to ride the bus to and from Lincoln. The bus was not like the "big cheese" that the kids ride today, but was a city bus. We had to pay to ride and I remember purchasing tokens, one-week punch cards, and various other ways to pay over the years. The bus was very crowded, with standing room only, and you can imagine which grades sat and which grades stood. Like many of the stories about Rison, I remember Lincoln as being a rough school where I learned as much from the other kids (not what you could learn from books) as I did from the teachers.
I won't take anymore of this week's space, but maybe there are others that remember Lincoln. __________________________________________
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