The subject of this article was written by Ruth Filer Thompson, the daughter of Ruby Filer, a teacher, and is a documentation of her remembrances of attending school when growing up in the Greene area. It is quoted verbatim in the following paragraphs and when read will give all an inkling of attending school in the time frame above.

“The road leading toward the first school I attended was of unpaved dirt. It was just a narrow ribbon of a former pasture, mostly scraped bare of the grass that still grew on either side, but with a few stubborn clumps surviving in the middle. It was a very old road, made by horses’ hooves and wagon wheels long before the ‘horseless carriages’ altered road design.

The school had a formal label. District #22, but it was a very small, one-room, wooden building of the sort common then in rural areas. It sat on a tiny parcel of land at the corner of two adjoining farms. Two farmer-owners apparently had seen fit to donate a bit of pasture to education, despite having little ‘book learning’ themselves. A woodshed stood beside the school, its supply of chunks replenished each fall. A pot bellied stove inside warmed the school in cold weather, but neither electricity nor running water served the building.