It is always the same. We never miss something until it is going on the block. Unfortunately we also keep only the good times we have known at a place like St Bonnies in a neighborhood like the Three Fairmounts, mostly South Fairmount.  But that is probably a good thing.

 

Those children who attended the school and who suffered the trials and tribulation of growing  up in that environment  are  different from their adult counterparts. The kid part suffered though the bad days and the adult remembers the good ones.  Whether the adult admits it or not, there were bad things as well as good.

 

The children shared places like Hellman's little store and post office across from the church, Peterson's ice cream parlor at Van Hart and Queen City,  serving and singing,  daily prayer and allegiance to the flag, the lavish church ceremonies at Easter and Christmas, the dreaded ruler, classes all taught by the same nun in the same room,  recess and dismissal, the departure routes of West and West Central and East and East Central, home work and recitation, those exams and after school play.

 

It is very possible that through the web site and the thought sharing of many old residents, that we can keep the memories of St Bonnies alive and well, even though the old buildings might be  gone.

 

Stanley R. Grothaus (class of '36), decd