My Grandparents Schooling

My grandparents were schooled along side all of the other coal miners children in two of the early schools that are no longer standing.

My grandma went to a few different schools.  She always said she went to the one that was north of Winslow back behind Sunset Cemetery before the coal mines took all  of that land and it’s communities.  She went to the Birch school for awhile.  But mostly she went to Muren School.

The old Muren School building.

The old Muren School building.

The old Muren school sat on the corner of the Ayrshire Road and the Line Road.  For years the old water pump was still standing in the field but it is now gone.  My dad and Gene McCandless helped tear the school down.  Gene’s dad, Kenny McCandless was using the lumber for something or other.  Dad drove a huge splinter of wood through his shoe into his foot longways.  Gene took him to Grandpa Bolin because they were the doctoring kind and could fix what ailed you.  Grandpa took dads foot, cut the length of the splinter open and pulled it out.  Dad said he put coal tar on it, bandaged it up, put the boot back on and sent him back to work.  Dad said it never did get infected and healed up just fine.  Hurt like heck though.

Grandma, Evelyn and Denver at Muren School.

Grandma, Evelyn and Denver at Muren School.

My cousin Missy had this old class photo of Muren School.  My grandma, Barbara Bolin Evans is the first little girl on the first row.  Her sister, Evelyn Bolin Vogel (Missy’s mom) is the last girl on the last row.  Their brother, Denver Bolin is the tall boy on the back row.  This was taken sometime in the late 1920s,  early 1930s.

I may have told the story before about the pair of socks but I will tell it again because that is what storytellers do.  Grandma and Ev had only one pair of socks they shared.  The school was going on a field trip to the Evansville Zoo.  Grandma wanted to wear the socks to the zoo.  She was so mad because Ev had worn them, washed them, put them too close to the fire and they burned up.

Maybe some of you know the other students in the picture?

My Pappaw John Evans, who is really my stepgrandpa but never would have had it any other way than he was my grandpa, went to Arthur School when he was a little boy.  He had these two photos in his old pictures.  The old Arthur school has finally fallen in.  You can still see where it’s fallen and the chimney stands.  Look straight ahead at the old 64 shortcut road.

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Old Arthur School in the late teens, early 1920s.

Pappaw John is on the back row about the 3rd boy in.  He has shorter hair.  The boy on the front row in the dark pants and dark jacket might possibly be his brother, Bertis just by the family resemblance.  He kind of looks like my uncle Buck.  I like how the boys had to take off their hats for the picture and they are all up in the window sills of the school behind them.

1925 Arthur School

1925 Arthur School

This one is a little easier to date because the boy is holding the basketball with the date 1925 on it.  Pappaw John is standing to the right of the boy holding the ball.  The windows have been broken and one is patched with a Beech Nut advertisement.

Maybe someone can identify some of the other kids in these too?

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15 comments on “My Grandparents Schooling

  1. William Berlin says:

    Rose, the teacher in the top picture of Muren School is Mr. Ollie Kays. Through the years, he taught at several rural schools in Patoka Twp. All of his children graduated from WHS.

  2. Bev says:

    Thanks Rose!

  3. Martha Hamilton says:

    Thanks so much for sharing

  4. Eric Meyer says:

    My mom and dads house was built with the lumber from the Muren school

  5. Eric Meyer says:

    Yes it is on the shortcut road about half way down north side on a hill

  6. Janet Fithian says:

    From what I have been told was that Kenneth McCandless built a house from the wood of Muren School on the Old 64 cutthrough. Jean Meyer owns the home now.

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