Miss Hazel's Paddle and the Day It Didn't Miss a Lick
It was a cold, snowy, winter day in the school year 1941-42 at Maynardville Elementary School. It was also my first year of school. I had a new snow suit of gray tweed with a maroon velvet collar and buttons that I was very proud of. I was also one of the first graders who had to learn about riding a school bus. I did not have a watch, and I don’t remember if I could tell time then; but I do remember that I worried constantly about missing the school bus and not having a way to get home.