Cleaned Up!
I was at Fillmore grades 1 - 4, but I do not recall a Mrs. Schmidt. I am sure the Mr. Ralston that Gertrude mentions was a sixth grade teacher at Adams School when I was there in the 5th and 6th grades. I remember being the marble king of Adams, which was then in the building that is now Senior Citizens at Ross and C Streets. The alley on the east side of the building was not paved and the surface could be smoothed out for marbles. I was not much good as a player, but some of the kids from the Children's Home were. I walked to school with them everyday. They were not allowed to have or play marbles at the Home. I guess the administrator wanted to discourage gambling. They could play at school with someone else's marbles. They were great winners. Dad gave me some of his shooters from his early years which were bigger and heavier that anything available. We cleaned up. I believe that my entrepreneurial success in marbles lead to them being outlawed at Adams before my sixth grade year.
John
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Truly Looking Forward
Truly Looking Forward
I am truly looking forward to returning to my "roots", and reuniting with classmates who were in my Monroe Elementary School, Roosevelt Jr.High Hamilton High and even Central State University. I give much credit to the many educational and community experiences in Hamilton which led to a successful 45 years of service in education, 22years in Minneapolis, Minnesota, 18 years in Ohio, Michigan, Connecticut, Maryland, Virginia and 5 years as a"at home" mom. I began my career as an elementary teacher At Jefferson Elementary in Hamilton. I was blessed to have begun my teaching career with my first grade teacher Mrs. Ralston who became my mentor and colleague. Other rich teaching experiences followed at the middle school, high school and college levels. I ended my career as an elementary principal.
My marriage blessed me with a daughter, Mitzi and a son Scott. I have one grandson, Matthew Scott and another grandchild due May 10,2007.
Since my retirement June 30,2007, I have enjoyed spending time with friends, family especially my grandson as well as working in my church with the Senior's Ministry and serving on a Technology High
School Charter School Board
Gertrude Flowers Barwick
I am truly looking forward to returning to my "roots", and reuniting with classmates who were in my Monroe Elementary School, Roosevelt Jr.High Hamilton High and even Central State University. I give much credit to the many educational and community experiences in Hamilton which led to a successful 45 years of service in education, 22years in Minneapolis, Minnesota, 18 years in Ohio, Michigan, Connecticut, Maryland, Virginia and 5 years as a"at home" mom. I began my career as an elementary teacher At Jefferson Elementary in Hamilton. I was blessed to have begun my teaching career with my first grade teacher Mrs. Ralston who became my mentor and colleague. Other rich teaching experiences followed at the middle school, high school and college levels. I ended my career as an elementary principal.
My marriage blessed me with a daughter, Mitzi and a son Scott. I have one grandson, Matthew Scott and another grandchild due May 10,2007.
Since my retirement June 30,2007, I have enjoyed spending time with friends, family especially my grandson as well as working in my church with the Senior's Ministry and serving on a Technology High
School Charter School Board
Gertrude Flowers Barwick
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A Life-Changing Force: My Sixth Grade Teacher!
I was born in Cincinnati, Ohio, and lived in Bond Hill. I started public school at Bond Hill Elementary on California Avenue. In the first grade I was sent to Oakley School on Madison Road. The Oakley School was for children in the Cincinnati system with learning and behavioral problems. I stuttered and had eye problems, reading problems, and behavioral issues. My parents were constant guests of my principal and teachers. In short, I was their nightmare!
We moved to Hamilton, and I was enrolled in Fillmore School on Main Street in the fall of 1950. We lived off Columbia Road in Columbia Heights. I rode the school bus to school and back home. After a few weeks in Mrs. Schmidt’s sixth grade class, my parents were summoned to school because of an altercation with a fellow student, failure to do assigned work, failure to participate in class, failure to stay on task, and finally disruptive to the class. Mrs. Schmidt, with my parents’ agreement, would keep me after school every day if I failed to do my assigned work, failed to stay on task, or created a discipline problem during class time. Mrs. Schmidt would make me do the assignments over and over until I would get them perfect even if it took hours. I would then walk home at 4 or 5pm. For weeks in the beautiful fall Ohio weather, I walked home and thought this was the greatest. I enjoyed many stops on the 2-plus-mile walk, getting ice cream, visiting friends, the playground, etc. I was living the dream! Then over the Thanksgiving break, Hamilton received a record snowfall, “A November to Remember.”
I walked home the next week on the snow-covered walks and arrived frozen. Living the dream then turned to “living a nightmare.” It was not fun any longer to stay after school. My interest in school and getting my work done, as Mrs. Schmidt expected, became my priority. She never expected less than my best for the remainder of the year. I obviously enjoyed her interest and faith in me that I could do more than was expected of me in the past.
Sheldon Davis
I was born in Cincinnati, Ohio, and lived in Bond Hill. I started public school at Bond Hill Elementary on California Avenue. In the first grade I was sent to Oakley School on Madison Road. The Oakley School was for children in the Cincinnati system with learning and behavioral problems. I stuttered and had eye problems, reading problems, and behavioral issues. My parents were constant guests of my principal and teachers. In short, I was their nightmare!
We moved to Hamilton, and I was enrolled in Fillmore School on Main Street in the fall of 1950. We lived off Columbia Road in Columbia Heights. I rode the school bus to school and back home. After a few weeks in Mrs. Schmidt’s sixth grade class, my parents were summoned to school because of an altercation with a fellow student, failure to do assigned work, failure to participate in class, failure to stay on task, and finally disruptive to the class. Mrs. Schmidt, with my parents’ agreement, would keep me after school every day if I failed to do my assigned work, failed to stay on task, or created a discipline problem during class time. Mrs. Schmidt would make me do the assignments over and over until I would get them perfect even if it took hours. I would then walk home at 4 or 5pm. For weeks in the beautiful fall Ohio weather, I walked home and thought this was the greatest. I enjoyed many stops on the 2-plus-mile walk, getting ice cream, visiting friends, the playground, etc. I was living the dream! Then over the Thanksgiving break, Hamilton received a record snowfall, “A November to Remember.”
I walked home the next week on the snow-covered walks and arrived frozen. Living the dream then turned to “living a nightmare.” It was not fun any longer to stay after school. My interest in school and getting my work done, as Mrs. Schmidt expected, became my priority. She never expected less than my best for the remainder of the year. I obviously enjoyed her interest and faith in me that I could do more than was expected of me in the past.
Sheldon Davis
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