As I have told you in earlier posts, I attended Sharpe Elementary School. Here is a little history regarding the school. Reports indicate that a school existed in the Sharpe area during the Civil War days. It became a two-room, two-teacher institution in 1915. Education advanced in the area in 1917 when the first high school in Marshall County was built there. It was a two-year high school. In 1921, a second floor was added to the frame building of the school to allow for grades one through twelve. The addition was provided through local contributions of labor and money. In 1937, the frame building was replaced with a brick structure. In 1954, another chapter was written in the educational history of Sharpe. Grades 9 through 12 were sent to the new North Marshall County High School. Basketball success at Sharpe was on the upgrade and reached a climax in 1938, as in celebration of the completion of the new gymnasium. Sharpe won the county, district, regional and state tournaments. Uncle Cliff Thomasson and Uncle Albert Brooks played on that team. Girls’ basketball was played at Sharpe, also, but the games were dropped after 1930. (I found some of this information on the Sharpe Grade School History website.) Aunt Mary Clay Thomasson played on the women’s basketball team. The picture is of the 1932 basketball team on which Uncle Franklin Thomasson played.
Aunt Virgie Thomasson taught First Grade at Sharpe Elementary School and happened to be my little sister’s first-grade teacher. She taught for several years at Griggs School, a one-room school in Griggstown, until it was closed. I remember when I was small, old fashioned pie suppers were held at the Griggs School (generally they were held to raise money for some worthy cause). If you don’t know what a pie supper is, well in the old days, ladies/girls would bake pies for the pie supper, and men would bid on the pies, trying to buy the one that a certain woman baked. This was really fun for the young guys who might want to court a certain girl. So the pies would be put up for bid and the guy who bought the pie had the privilege of sitting and eating it with the lady/girl who baked it. I do remember my mom baked a pie for me when I was about 8 or 9 years old, but I don’t remember who bought it.
Dr. Stinson was the local doctor and had an office in his home in Sharpe. Everybody in the area went to him for a variety of ailments. I remember one afternoon, while we were visiting some neighbors, I decided that I would play a trick on their dog while it ate. I got close to the dog and started growling at it. I didn’t want his food but evidently he thought I did and bit me in the face; he wasn’t playing. My parents took me straight to Dr. Stinson’s and he painted the inside of my mouth with methyolate. I learned a big lesson and never growled at another dog.
Outside the front door of our little cinder-block house, was an Angel’s Trumpet flower. The Angel’s Trumpet has some of the largest flowers you will ever see. Each year, the plant would be covered in beautiful white blooms. This was my Mom’s favorite flower. Those flowers also attracted bumble bees, one of which I stepped on and was unable to wear a shoe on that foot for several days.
I will have another bee story for you in a future post.
See ya next Wednesday.