Friday, November 17, 2017

My Old School - V



One final Junior High memory.

Room 308 was The Science Room, filled with neat equipment, including a stock of chemicals and workbenches in the back, next to some isolation booths.

The science instructor, Mr. Hoel, was a great guy and let us have a a lot of leeway. His demonstrations never went to well, his use of a Slinky to demonstrate wave actions found the toy getting impossibly tangled and ended with its being thrown in the trash. 

Miscreants were sent to the isolation booths to chill out. One time, Mike H. was sent there, and he ventured out on the 8" wide railing outside the window. Three floors up, with pavement below. Mr. Hoel caught him before he fell.

We used the workbenches in our science club experiments. They did not go well either.





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Wednesday, November 15, 2017

My Old School - IV



Let’s get physical.

The PE wing of the school was a whole ’nother world. Our budding sexuality, coupled with an imperfect understanding of basic physiology, made for some interesting times. The physical layout of the annex, with its perfect symmetry (excepting the urinals in the boys’ locker room) allowed the boys and girls to be together only during “social dancing”, when the gym’s massive dividing wall would be rolled away. We would then be together, thankfully in our street clothes, not in our gym unis. One thing I recall learning in those sessions was that girls had sweaty palms. I would explore the phenomenon of female secretions in depth at a later date.

The locker rooms offered another kind of “physical education.” After the initial problem with the showers was corrected, we showered; the nakedness of our variously developed bodies (and the occasional embarrassing boner) was something that had to be endured, as well as the welts from wet towels being snapped.

The locker rooms were dangerous places: slippery floors, crowded conditions, and, in my case, a locker door. I was reaching for my shoes and my index finger brushed against part of the door that had a razor sharp burr. I received a gash that went nearly to the bone. I went to the gym office, bleeding all the way, and received a bandage, but not much in sympathy. The gym teacher acted like it was my fault. It eventually healed, but I really should have had stitches: it is still the deepest scar I have.

The swimming pool was barely heated so all the kids who weren't fat turned purple in about five minutes. My swimming progress went backwards in those three years; the chronic ear infections I suffered from the pool didn’t help either.

Above the locker rooms were two classrooms, they were used for health and sex ed. I did get to make out with a resuscitation doll, so I guess I the class had some practical value.



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Monday, November 13, 2017

My Old School - III



Looking a little closer at my old junior high's floor plan, you will notice to the left of the Band and Chorus rooms a undesignated space. This was used for a variety of functions: staging for auditorium shows, special events, even polio vaccine clinics. For those who never experienced a mass vaccination (could that even happen now?) when the polio vaccines were first perfected, there were mass inoculations. The Salk vaccine was  administered via an injection, there had to be a medical staff on hand. Later, the Sabin oral vaccines were developed and could be done in an informal setting, such as the above mentioned hall.

But the thing I most remember about this area is its use as a dance hall during lunch periods. It was generally pretty low-key, although there could be problems at times.

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Friday, November 10, 2017

My Old School - II



This section of my old junior high played a critical part in many of my youthful discoveries. The cafetorium was where we ate, and, with a change of seating, where we had our auditorium programs. I was on stage crew, I spent many hours in the control room (at the left side of the stage.) The cafetorium was where they held teen dances.  I saw my first live rock band there, and it was where I first danced with a girl (Jarvis Jenkins’ older sister.) The stage was also where my band played its first concert-without me-I was sick at home with German Measles!

I seem to remember an intense make-out session at the right side of the backstage area, that is a story for another time. 

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Wednesday, November 08, 2017

My Old School - I



My junior high was brand new in 1962. I was in the first seventh grade to ever use the school. Finding this plan brought back memories, almost in every room. 206 (lower right corner on the second floor) was my homeroom, English class and History class—two hours and ten minutes, consecutively, with the same teacher. And me sitting in the same seat. Mr. Gundberg was the teacher, a WWII vet, with plenty of stories. It was the height of the cold war, Mr. Gunberg kept us enthralled with his war stories, nothing gruesome, mostly about the incongruity of a country boy finding himself in rural Germany, the only man in his troop who knew how to milk a cow. I had this classroom and teacher in 1963 as well, it was where I first heard of the assassination of John Kennedy.

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Monday, November 06, 2017

Farmers Market

I'll conclude the coverage of my recent Seattle trip with these images from the University district’s Farmers Market.

Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds never sounded eerier:



Lots of kids made the market an enjoyable all-ages affair:



Any boarded-up buildings in the U district soon sprout instant art:



Pretty Poison (I can’t eat peppers):

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Friday, November 03, 2017

More from Seattle


Harbor


Pike Place Market


Nordic Heritage Museum


Anderson School Restaurant

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