These are photos of my elementary school in the village of Flamborough, UK., shortly before it was torn down sometime in the 70's and replaced with a new, modern building on the other side of the village. It was called the St. Oswald's Church of England Elementary School and was the only school in the village. I attended there from 1947-1949
I never look at the playground in the first picture without remembering the day the milkman was crossing the yard carrying milk bottles in a metal crate in the midst of a heavy snowstorm. Suddenly there was a brilliant flash of lightning and clap of thunder simultaneously. The milkman was struck by the lightning -- that one flash. There were no more. Of course, he didn't survive. I was in Standard 6 and it was 1948. My classroom was behind the windows on the right hand side.
Across from the school was the large village green, nothing fancy. Just a large grassy area with what we called the Mere on it; rather like a very shallow lake. The Green was too marshy most of the time to play soccer or cricket on it.
This is my class with the Headmaster and our class teacher, Mr. Wall. I am on the back row standing next to him. I remember the names of about four of these students. I also remember the boy who is standing in front of Mr. Wall was really, really good at Math and I wasn't!
Fast forward 30 years or so and cross the Atlantic and most of the U.S. to Oceanside, CA. This was one of my third grade classes I taught in the 70's. About four of these students became my pupils again in High School after I moved on to teaching high school. It is interesting to me that of these four, none of them had changed very much at all in personality, abilities or quality of work by the time they were in High School. My point is, that kids don't change much over the years until they hit 15 or so.... then look out! :}