The Wheels on the Bus sure took their time!

By meema

Waiting with the bus… (image from

Living in the country where houses were not close together and being over nine miles from school, I spent at least 45 minutes each way on the school bus. Worked out well for doing homework, since friends got off the bus earlier leaving me time to get work done.

Our bus drivers worked for the schools in some other capacity and some of them kept the buses at their houses to avoid extra miles to and from schools. adsense account ban . Since our route took too long to get back to school in an hour, even kindergarten through third grade who got earlier than us rode the same bus home. (Kindergarten started the year I was in first grade.) Some poor teacher got to stay with the bus kids for that extra hour each day.

In seventh grade, I was in the school orchestra and sometimes had to stay after school. My brother was a senior and got to drive to school when he stayed after for football practice and I had to stay for orchestra. (Think he may have been a little better at football than I was at playing the violin, but neither of us were outstanding.) When I was elected class secretary, I was so excited I forgot to stay after. No telephone, so no way for Kenneth to check to see what happened, so he finally came home not knowing where I was.

Our school had oil property and money and provided musical instruments, band uniforms, etc. Also, buses ran to out-of-town football games for anyone who wanted to ride. Living in the country, I rarely went even after I got my driver’s license at 14. My parents felt the roads were too dangerous at night for a young girl alone.

Buses also furnished transportation for field trips. The orchestra, choir, and ag kids got to spend a day at the State Fair in Dallas in the fall. When there were enough kids involved, the buses also took us to conventions and UIL meets for academics as well as all the sports.

International L-153 schoolmaster bus picking up school children at a residential stop, in 1953

Those yellow school buses were a big part of my school years. Daddy always laughed talking about one of the men who was left-handed and broke his arm reaching through the steering wheel to shift gears. Guess those were monsters to drive, even if there had not been screaming kids.

The last day of school one year, everyone on our bus decided to leave all the papers we were bringing home on the bus — thrown on the floor. The bus driver had to sweep it out the back door to clean up, and that never happened again.

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Source: The Good Ol Days


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