Today is National Teacher Day,
I left a comment on my own blog and thought it would make a good post.
I remember one of my bus drivers....Mr. Allen
He would drive me home everyday around noon, I was in school only half a day.
He would take me out in country to my Grandma's house and I was the last drop on the route.
He would park the bus on the side of the road, we had to wait for my Grandma to leave work at lunch time so she could pick me up and take me to my Great Grandma house , and then she would return to work. What I remember most is setting on the bus waiting. Mr Allen would get off the bus and go pick two apples for us to eat as an after school snack.
Those where the best apples....
Well my Great Grandma has past away, so has Mr. Allen. My Grandma sold the farm and moved many years ago. When I get to drive one of the routes it takes me out past the old farm. It has changed a lot, but that apple tree is still there. Yes I have stopped once or twice and had an apple...