Friday, July 8, 2011

The Stowe School of San Luis Obispo


My father Harold D. Callaway and his brothers and sisters were all taught in a one room school house. His sisters attended the Irish Hills school circa 1920 while in the late 1920's Harold along with his older brother Woody and Bill attended the Stowe School house located on O'Connor Lane in San Luis Obispo. Their Schoolmarm was Mrs. Stone. Here is a picture of the class circa 1929 as well as a few of Harold's recollections:

(In the picture above is Woodrow Callaway, leftmost figure, back row; Bill Callaway, rightmost figure back row; Jerry Shipsey, leftmost figure, front row; Harold Callaway, second from the left, front row)

The Stowe School, on O'Connor Lane, was about 1 ½ miles,from our house and we would walk to school everyday. Howard Williams rode a donkey to school. His family lived on the O'Connor ranch and worked for the O’Connors. Sometimes, we would take a bunch of carrots and tie them to a stick and hold them in front of the donkey, so that he would move forward. Howard would give me a ride home back to 'This Old House' that is now a restaurant located on Foothill Boulevard.

 Mrs. Stone was our teacher. She taught phonics (poetry) and this was the first time we learned the line, “Jack be nimble Jack be quick. Jack jump over the candle stick.” We also learned many poems like Longfellow's Village Blacksmith:

Under a spreading chestnut tree
The village smithy stands;
The smith, a mighty man is he,
With large and sinewy hands;
And the muscles of his brawny arms
Are strong as iron bands.

The first thing in the morning was math. Followed by spelling, reading and history. I was a very poor speller but the rest of the subjects were very easy for me. In the 5th grade we had to write a history of the U.S.A. starting from the landing of the Pilgrims.We learned many songs as well. In the mornings Mrs. Stone played a pump organ while we sang the anthems of the day. 

Each student brought a carrot, onion or a potato to class to which was put in a  pot that sat on the wood fire stove. Mrs. Stone added in a few spices and by lunch we'd all have a delicious stew to eat! Sometimes during lunch she read out loud a few pages of the Classics.  She read us chapters from the Count of Monte Cristo or The Tale of the Green Knight from the Legends of King Arthur. Tales like that of Sir Launfal rang true to me and conjured up visions of the grail’s quest. I pondered these stories in a deep way and what it meant to give a helping hand every now and then. I remember  one especially that of Sir Launfal- while the grail quest he met on the road a naked wretch of a leper begging for a little food. Revolted by the sick creature, he pushed the old man away,  Then taking pity he threw him his cloak. Later in a dream, the Lord revealed himself as the leaper who beseeched the knight for help. The dream voiced:

Its not what we give, but what we share,--
For the gift without the giver is bare;
Who gives himself with his alms feeds three,

Himself, his hungering neighbor, and me." 

Some of the students who attended the school with me were Bill and Woodrow Callaway, Jerry Shipsey, Anita Salmina, Norman Alberti, Maxine Alberti, Howard Williams, Herbi Williams, Francis Nunes, John Nunes and the Jespersen Twins.

Mr. Jespersen was the school trustee. Mr Byrd was the superintendent of schools. He would come once a year and give us a state test. Our score was always 3-4 grades higher than any other school. One of the reasons we progressed so fast is that each class level always heard the lesson above it. By the time you graduated to the next grade you already knew the lesson!


  

Sunday, June 26, 2011

The Lost Bottle: As Told By Harold D. Callaway

When my sister Alice was born, my parents were given two beautiful bottles of whiskey with matching gold-leaf inscription that read: "Sunny Brook The Pure Food Whiskey" with emblems of the 1910 CA State fair printed at the top. The liquor was used for festivities and as well as a medicine (i.e. a few drops on the gums helped calm a teething baby and a few drops for the mother helped smooth out the nerves).

Well, Floyd Faber (he was papa’s nephew and Aunt Frankie’s son by Buntz) was at the house one day and said to papa, “Let me have one of the bottles and I will take it into town and have it refilled at the tavern" (back in those days good bottles where scarce to come by, and so you would bring it into town and have it refilled directly from the oak barrel at the bar). Papa gave it to him and on the way home the weather was getting a little nippy as he rode his horse along, and so  he began to take a few nips from the bottle. He ended up drinking all the whiskey and  throwing the empty bottle away! For years when mama would get mad at papa, she would remind him how he gave away her precious gold-leaf whiskey bottle- his only defense was hang his head in silence.

Over forty years passed and then my father passed away- he was gone about five years I think. Well, I was coming up Vachel Lane on Old Highway 101 in the Model-T Ford when a voice came in my head shouting, “Go get your mother’s bottle!”. I stopped the pick-up right there, and went over to the S.L.O. creek where the county had just put a big cut in the bank. I climbed into the creek, I looked up, and there under about thirty feet of rock and sand was the neck of a bottle sticking out. I climbed up the bank and dug around the neck of the bottle and extracted it from the fill. It was the exact twin to the other bottle lost so many years ago! I took it home, set it on the table and said, “Mama, papa just sent you back your bottle.” At that moment, there appeared a big smile on mama’s face as warm as sunshine.

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Rachel Jane See's Morning Prayer

Recently on a visit to San Luis Obispo, I found a photo of Rachel Jane See in the family archives- the great matron of the Callaway Family who married William Dudley Callaway and had many children. Grandma See along with her father Joseph See and adopted brother Jake See were some of the first settlers to inhabit See Canyon, a place that now bears the family name. Also I was given by my cousin Diana Domenghini a prayer that Grandma Rachel liked to recite as she rose each morning:

Father I thank thee
that this night
in peace and rest
has passed away
and that I see
in this fair light
the Father's smile
that makes the day.
Supply our wants
our sins forgive
and make us happy
when we die.