Blog Author: Linda Groves Worden
For a holiday event in 2012, I was asked to share a personal Christmas tradition or memory with a group gathered for a dinner of fellowship and fun. When asked, I hesitated only momentarily before I agreed to accept the assignment. I knew of a memory I had been wanting to write about and this would provide the perfect time and place to share.
For a holiday event in 2012, I was asked to share a personal Christmas tradition or memory with a group gathered for a dinner of fellowship and fun. When asked, I hesitated only momentarily before I agreed to accept the assignment. I knew of a memory I had been wanting to write about and this would provide the perfect time and place to share.
With that story composed, I share it here as well.
Cross Ridge School as it looks now - not much different than it looked in the 1950's when I attended grades 1-8. |
My elementary school days were all spent at a
one-room country school named Cross Ridge School.
It was 3 miles from our farm;
It was 3 miles from our farm;
Aerial view of our farm buildings taken during the years we lived here - about mid 1970's |
5 miles from
the town of Fountain City, WI; pop. 934.
There was no kindergarten at this school but had students in grades
1-8. The school usually had about 26
students with children in all 8 grades.
My older brother and 3 younger sisters all attended there as well. I don’t know when the school was built or
opened but I do know when it closed.
That was following the year in which I completed the 8th
grade. A new high school had been built
for 2 small communities and the former high school buildings became additional
elementary classroom space so children from the country were then bused into
towns where they attended school.
Celebrating Christmas at Cross Ridge School was a
big deal. We students prepared a program
and performed everything from memory for parents and community members who
attended.
Cross Ridge School had one teacher. She began to plan the Christmas program
sometime in Oct. I think. By the time a
student was in 7th and 8th grade, the teacher would let
us help with the selection of the plays and pieces we would perform. That was a high privilege and I loved being
entrusted with the thick, hardbound play books from her little teacher
library. My class consisted of 3 other
girls and myself so we shared the task of reading and selecting program material when we
reached the top grades. I don’t really
remember how many books the teacher had – not many - but we loved reading the
plays and deciding who would have each part.
I’m not sure how many plays were performed but several each year. These plays were about family situations but
I can’t remember any specifics. In
addition to these funny and/or heartfelt, serious plays, we always enacted the
Biblical Christmas story. Being assigned
the part of Mary was always the most coveted role and with sadness I report I
never was selected. But being an angel
fit me more perfectly anyway don’t you think?
Besides plays done by the older children, the younger
children would all memorize a “piece” – a Christmas poem which often had a
humorous twist. Sometimes they spoke
with a partner or as a class group. Older
children sometimes recited longer pieces.
There was always singing as well.
The whole school sang as a choir and usually included all the fun songs
like Jingle Bells, Frosty the Snowman, Rudolf, the Red Nosed Reindeer, Deck the
Halls, Here Comes Santa Claus, Up on the Housetop, and nearly all the familiar
Carols.
The process for duplicating / copying these program
parts was to pass the books around the schoolroom to each person in order to
copy his or her own part. We used our
Big Chief tablets and #2 yellow pencils to copy what we would need to memorize
for the program.
We helped each other learn the parts and gathered in
groups during recesses to practice the plays.
The really exciting part of preparation for this
major stage performance was the actual building of the stage a few weeks prior
to the program date. Our school had a
basement. Down there was the wood
burning furnace, the piles of stacked wood to burn, a hand pump over the
cistern where we got our water, the 2 bathrooms – each contained 1 commode,
nothing more – an area where we could play when it was too rainy or cold to be
outside and the stage planks! These were
stacked in the back of the basement on top of the bracing used to support the
planks when they were set in place. It
was thrilling when the teacher would instruct the “big boys” to go downstairs, get
the planks, carry them to the front of the room and construct the stage. The height of the stage was probably about a
foot off the floor – it seemed so grand.
The staging also included curtains which were hung on wires attached to
screw eyes creating 2 off stage areas on either side of the center stage and a
curtain which spanned the width of the room and would open in the middle. When the stage and curtains were in place and
we began rehearsals on the stage, we could hardly contain ourselves.
Props and costumes were also part of the
production. We scrounged at home for
items needed and an elderly woman, Mrs. Engel, who lived near our school loved to sew and
created angel, wisemen, shepherd etc. costumes.
Getting out of school for Mom to drive us to her home for measurements
and fittings was also a delight.
This program took place in the evening. Each child came from the home of a dairy
farmer so the program had to be scheduled after everyone had milked their
cows. And this was Dec. in WI so ice and
snow with slick roads was nearly always part of the equation.
Another exciting element was that each year we got a
new dress for this occasion. Sometimes
my dress was a hand me down from a family at our church, sometimes a church
lady made each of us Groves’ girls a new dress and once in awhile, we had a
dress we bought at a store. Those times
Mom often bought us 4 girls matching dresses.
The program started with all the children waiting in
the boy’s cloakroom which was the entrance to the school. After all the parents, pre-school siblings
and some grandparents had arrived and crowded in, the teacher welcomed the
crowd and the program began. Our teacher
started each song which we sang accapella as we processed into the room 2 x 2
and up onto the stage. Some of us had bells to shake as we sang Jingle Bells. From there we sang all the songs with hand
motions for some. Following that the
recitations and plays began with our teacher introducing each element. Older students helped with costumes and
coaching if there were glitches. We all
wanted to open and close the curtains but those privileges went to boys that
probably had ADHD. There were a few
solos, duets and trios sung. One year I
was asked to sing THE FIRST NOEL as a solo.
It had been decided in my family that “Linda can’t carry a tune in a
bushel basket”, so my mother was aghast at the thought of my performance –
because she said she didn’t want me to suffer humiliation publicly. But I rehearsed with my teacher and performed
during the program quite respectably which surprised, pleased and silenced my
mother. And settled the many butterflies in my tummy.
The REAL CHRISTMAS STORY was the last play and ended
with everyone joining to sing Silent Night, Holy Night. A final song was song by the full cast which
was WE WISH YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS.
Parents were invited to sing along with that also.
We had a decorated tree in the room and had had a
name exchange earlier. Each student
picked a name and bought that person a little gift. We kept the names a secret until the night of
the program when the gifts were given out.
We all knew what was coming as we took our seats after our final
song. As the room became hushed there
was the sound of tapping and scratching on the windows. It was too dark
to see who was outside
tapping on the windows but we could tell that someone was moving along the
length of our school and was heading toward the entrance door. We could see the
dark profile of a large, human figure. In a few anxious minutes, the door burst open
and a loud "HO HO HO" was heard. Santa had
arrived in full costume with a big gunny sack slung over his back. He boisterously made his way to the front of
the room where we kids were huddled and crowded closely together waiting for
gifts to be distributed. Santa opened
his sack and began calling names. Our
teacher gave us each a little gift and we received the gift from another child. We also received a little box of Christmas
candy – some ribbon pieces and some traditional hard candies. And after all the gifts were given out, Santa
shouted his need to get out to his reindeer and on to other children so waved
his good byes with wishes for a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year along with
promises to return next year.
Old windows have been removed on this side. See above photo... |
Then the Moms served cookies, coffee and
kool-aid. We were packed like sardines
into our little one room schoolhouse but it was an extremely memorable and
exciting night.
Cross Ridge School is still standing. It is now the meeting place for the township
it’s in. It’s used as the place to vote
and where county committees have meetings.
Former students gathered for our reunion - members of the Groves, Suhr, Litscher and Literski families. |
Mom and the 4 girls. Jim missed the photo but was there also, |
The Worden families except one daughter-in-law and grandson |
Several years ago, a reunion of people who had attended the school was
held. The event coincided with my
Mother’s 90th birthday celebration so all of my siblings,
my children
and grandchildren were there with quite a few others from our school
years. It was my first time back inside
the room since graduating from the 8th grade in 1959. Much had changed but there was evidence of
how it used to be so it was a fun time of reminiscing.
Don’t you wish you could have attended Cross Ridge
School? Or maybe you did attend a
similar school where you grew up.
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