Anyone else remember McKenzie School? Or Miss Leftwich?
The first day I walked into McKenzie School I loved it. Except for McLeod Infirmary (where I’d spent a memorable few hours in the X-ray department once after swallowing a nickle), it was the most interesting building I’d ever seen.
There were so many fascinating niches and stairwells to explore, steps going up here a few steps, down there a few steps. Down a long hallway were corners leading to short hallways and more corners.
My mother accompanied me that very first day, knowing I was academically ready for the work but not sure I would find the right room on my own. She was too familiar with my innate curiosity and snoopiness, I guess.
The academic aromas at McKenzie were interesting. I could stand in the front middle hallway and smell the odors of hardwood floors and fresh bread baking in the school kitchen. School lunchrooms had working kitchens…
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