1940 — Fulton County New York
Last Easter (2008) my father, with a sheepish grin, finally revealed why he never made it past the 9th grade. A fellow student threw a bag at him just before class and he decided to retaliate as his red hair is no lie. His teacher, Mrs. Amos, apparently felt the need to intervene and promptly slapped my father for fighting. Unfortunately, my father is famous for his impulsivity and his temper. He punched her back. Needless to say that was the end of his education. He said, "I hated school anyway." When he made it home, he was flatly told that since he was no longer going to school, room and board were $25.00 a month due on the first of each month. It was off to the leather mills from there!