Reinhardt Family History

Memories of Eggs and Chickens

Stories from Neil Reinhardt

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Memories
of Eggs & Chickens

Getting my kids educated

For 22 consecutive years we had at least one of our kids attending St. Joseph school. My wife and I took turns with the daily hauling of the kids to school from the farm.

At one time when there were the five girls to be picked up, our John who was four years old, liked to go along for the ride. On this particular day one of the girls had a dental appointment right after school. They had orders to be sure to be waiting when I got there, and they were. They jumped in the back seat and I hurried to the dentist's office. Peggy, who had the appointment, ran into the building while we waited in the car. There was the usual talking and bickering going on among the kids. After a while someone said "Where's Sarah?" Sarah was in first grade, and in my hurry to get to the dentist and home for my chores, I had left one of my own kids at the school! I kept count after that.

All of the Sisters at St. Joe's were very dedicated to their job of educating the kids. But there was one time that I locked horns with a nun.

This was in the era before the school buses that pick the farm kids up at their door, and bring them home in the afternoon. Sometimes it became quite hectic to fit this trip to town because of the many things that go on in the operation of a large farm.

When one or two students misbehaved in class, this particular nun would keep the whole class after school as punishment. On this particular day, I think things came to a big explosion. I'd been busy in the barn with a cow having difficulty giving birth to her calf. I just cleaned up a little, jumped in the car, and drove to town to get the kids, after Em reminded me I was late. When I got to the school the kids were all waiting, except Diane. They said her class had to stay after school again. The way I was dressed and the way I was feeling, I did not feel I should go into the school, so I sent Barbara. She was to tell the Sister that I did not care how long Diane had to stay after school, she was to put her in a cab and send her home, but to be very sure she paid the cab fare when she put her in the cab.

The next time when Sister kept the class after school, she excused Diane and told her to hurry as her dad was waiting. I never had to wait for her again.