Awesome performance by the Haven Wildcats vocal groups Friday night – both Middle School and High School. Their finale was breathtaking and incredible. Well done!
Congratulations to both the Boys and Girls Wildcat basketball teams on their victories at the Kingman Tournament. Both teams took 3rd place.
Go Cats!
credit – USD 312
First year head coach Jason Grider has been named 3A Football Coach of the year after leading the Halstead Dragons to a 10-3 record.
credit – Halstead High School – USD 440
Jessica Sedam, a Butler Community College student from Wichita, has been selected to receive a $1,000 scholarship from Phi Theta Kappa Honor Society as a 2014 Coca-Cola Leader of Promise Scholar.
El Dorado, Kan. – Jessica Sedam, a Butler Community College student from Wichita, has been selected to receive a $1,000 scholarship from Phi Theta Kappa Honor Society as a 2014 Coca-Cola Leader of Promise Scholar. Sedam, a graduate of Wichita East High school, was among 207 Phi Theta Kappa members to be awarded a total of $207,000 in scholarships.
credit: Butler CC
By Doris Schroeder
Of all the magic events of this season, the one that stands out in my remembrances the most is the Christmas program. In all of my memories, from my first Christmas recollection to the present day, the program was an avid part of Christmas.
My first recollection of the program was when I was three and a half years old. That was the first year I really had to start thinking for myself and could no longer rely on my six-year- old sister who had been killed a few months before. My parents sat with me in the balcony of the church so I could see better and I watched with fascination as the older kids did the program.
By the next year, I was old enough to say my own piece and I practiced it over and over so I would not make a mistake.
Then we moved to the farm for a year and I attended the country school of Sunrise. That year I had two pieces to say, one at school and one at church. I was so afraid I would recite the wrong one at the church, so that is exactly what happened and I was so embarrassed. It didn’t occur to me that the audience wouldn’t have known it if I didn’t tell them.
When we moved to California for a year and a half, I had found a little church in which to attend Sunday School and of course, participated in the program. Christmas did seem different that year, however, we did not have the Kansas snowstorms and besides, our country had just entered war with Japan. I was still wondering what it meant for our country to be at war.
I was overjoyed when we moved back to the farm in Kansas. Although I had enjoyed living in California, I had told all my friends about Kansas and they would have liked to move back with me.
The next few years I thought were heaven to me. I got to attend the one room country school again and of course, the Christmas program was the highlight of the year. A little before Thanksgiving, the teacher would read us the plays we would be doing, assign the parts and then we could practice whenever there was extra time. We each had to copy our parts by hand (cursive writing} since there was very little technology in those days.
After we had done our lessons, we could raise our hand and ask the teacher if we could go to either the girls or boys hall and practice our parts. We practiced singing our Christmas hymns together every day.
The week before the program we would decorate the blackboards with colored chalk pictures. A member of the school board put some kind of special sawdust on the wooden floors and we skated around on them. This was to make the wood look nice for the program.
At last the program day arrived. We had a half-day of school in the morning and most of us girls went to school with a scarf tied around our heads. My mom would have washed my hair and then curled them around newspaper strips to give “Shirley Temple” curls for the program.
Later at home, we did the chores early and then drove up the hill to Sunrise School. The oil lamps that hung from the ceiling would be lit and the room took on a magic glow. The Board had put up a giant tree in the afternoon and decorated it. Of course, since the school was not wired for electricity we had no lights.
The roll up curtain in the front of the school would be down and our parents could read the advertisements…The Buhler Bank, the Grocery Store, the Nyal Store as well as others.
We students sat in the front rows at the school desks. At a signal from the teacher we gathered on the other side of the curtain and sang our first Christmas song as the curtain was manually rolled up.
The teacher announced the program numbers and we tried to act confidant as we gave our pieces, performed our plays (usually one about “The Light in the Window.” This was usually about someone lost in the snowstorm who sees a light as he tramps around looking for a place to get out of the weather. He sees this kerosene lamp shining in a window. He makes his way to the door and knocks. Then he comes in and is so grateful he saw the light in the storm. Usually the actors would then tell him about “The light of the world.” He is told how he can accept Jesus into his life and be saved.
Our program usually closed with the whole school singing one of the old Christmas hymns like Silent Night. The parents then clapped, but not too hard, since they didn’t want us to get a “big head” about our talented performance. The school board then went to the boys hall and came out with boxes of Christmas sacks of goodies and our mouths watered for the not-often given treats.
When it was all over and we had driven home to our farmhouse, we sat around the oilcloth covered table and talked about the evening’s events. It was always a wonderful time to remember The Christmas Program!
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One custom country children do not enjoy is that of hanging May baskets. There is no reason why they shouldn’t. They could walk a quarter or a half mile to the near neighbors. Perhaps it is because we have no doorbells in the country. Ringing the doorbell as you hang the basket is half the fun.
May, in the country, means the time when children go barefoot. They step gingerly the first few days until the feet become hardened. It is the month in which country boys have their heads shaved. All the bumps of knowledge or skill, which we used to study in high school psychology, are plainly visible. Sheep are sheared in late April or May. They appear nude and retiring. However, they are comfortable and they do not pant on warm days.
Eighth graders are breathing easier this week. Examinations are over. They know that no grades will be mailed until the last of May, yet they watch for the mail carrier half-expectantly. We know only second hand what the examination questions were. The children were not allowed to bring a copy home. As they explained it, it seemed rather a trick question to ask what sections of land were originally laid aside for school purposes. We did not know, hence we thought it catchy. How many of you know the section, township, range in which you live? Any test or examination is easy when one knows the answer.
A friend from town always comes to the farm in spring. Especially does she come to watch the little red pigs as they roam around. She says the expression on the face of each little porker reminds her of some acquaintance.
Old cars are a necessary nuisance. We must have transportation. Where is the country boy who can rate a steady girl unless he has a car or a friend who has one? But old cars are a source of worry to more than one farm mother. Youth dares to venture farther from home than its elders. Mothers wonder when daughters set out if they will return safely. Blowouts can often be fixed or one can return home on the rim. When the lights blow out or an axle breaks what is there to do? Daughter knows her mother will not sleep a wink until she gets home.
Has some demon given us a glimpse of improved streamline transportation only to deny us the privilege of obtaining it? Will our economic world eventually catch up with that of industry and invention?
Many old cars on the highways today should be taken to the city dump.
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