Showing posts with label East St Louis. Show all posts
Showing posts with label East St Louis. Show all posts
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East St Louis. 2020
I crossed the river to a ramp that has been named Barack Obama Av. It's a 150 foot exit ramp.
I noted the ashy smudges of clouds over the bando public housing along Missouri Ave.
The Masonic Temple in ESTL is well maintained.
The Second Chance shelter is boarded.
I noted the ashy smudges of clouds over the bando public housing along Missouri Ave.
The Masonic Temple in ESTL is well maintained.
The Second Chance shelter is boarded.
2/20/22
Barack Obama Ave
An off ramp from 55 into East St. Louis was named after My Forever President It's about 70 feet of asphalt and it's appalling.
1/21/22
10/18/21
Kathleen Pritchett writes about teaching at St Patrick's School in East St Louis
It was a wonderful experience for a student teacher. We were supervised by the nuns who were very understanding and helpful. I always enjoyed eating lunch with the ladies (nuns) because they were so honest and refreshing in their perspectives. 
The interior if I remember correctly was rather plain. But, there were glazed bricks in the hallways. And, of course it had that 'old school' smell: paper, varnish, glue. Everywhere inside the school was clean and orderly. The students were use recycled paper, crayons, glue, etc. which helped. (I brought used office paper for coloring time.)
I seem to remember a pretty courtyard in the middle of the school.
All of the basic subjects were taught in 1st grade. And,it was expected that the student would learn no matter how challenging. Older students from the upper grades were assigned to younger students who were having a difficult time in any given subject. It was done is such a kind and helpful way. And, of course, religion was taught.
The classrooms were large, but I remember the class I taught within had about 60 first-graders. We had them stacked everywhere! Now, the State of Illinois would not allow such numbers. But, I always remember all of the students from young to oldest, had such manners and respect. They were such happy kids who were full of love. And, St. Patrick's did not have many disciplinary problems. (Yes, the nuns could give a student the 'stink eye' one time and then, very few problems after that.)
Once, I had a tour of the old nuns quarters: very small bedrooms with a bed, table and desk with light. At one time, I suppose the school had many sisters teaching there and all the classrooms were open. There were about 30 of these bedrooms.
One older nun who I often chatted with told me how she hated the her heavy habit and all of the bells & whistles to it she had to wear. She told me hers was a dark brown color with several layers. She only had 2 complete habits. At the end of the day (especially after recess duty) , she would be drenched in sweat and had to hand wash her habit each evening. (She was very glad after 1965, the full habits were not required anymore for her order.)
I would daydream at times, imagining how the school looked and sounded in the 1930s, 40s and 50s. I did not go to a Catholic school during my elementary education, but my husband did. He told me many stories of his elementary days' antics. In the 50s, the tuition very very low per child. In the 80s, when my children went to a Catholic grade school,it was $225 per month for of my daughters. Now, it is like paying college tuition (especially in the St. Louis Catholic schools). The neighborhood was nice and full of wonderful people too. Often,the mothers or grandparents would help out during the day.
In all, it was one of my best teaching experiences. Today, modern school buildings do not seem to have the 'soul' of older buildings from past times. All the older buildings which had several floors are being torn down for the flat, sectioned type building. (Of course, fire regulations, etc dictate that.) It would be nice to find if someone has documented older schools in photographs.
Kathleen Pritchett
9/16/21
View of the Arch from the Cabin and the drive down.
Pist: Why do we call it our cabin? There isn't a river or stream.
Me: I call it the club house.
Pist: I HATE the cell tower.
Me: I call it the club house.
Pist: I HATE the cell tower.
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