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"Here Comes the Bus" Memory on Mile Lane Rd
In Response To: Cotton Field on Mile Lane Road ()

Here Comes the Bus
Memory on Mile Lane Road

Our daily school routine was to get up early, get dressed and get on the bus. I can’t even remember what time “early” really was. Our school day started the same every day. The spring and fall school days were different, because it did not require getting up and trying to get around the wood stove to get warm before dressing. We all went throughout the small house getting ready for school.

We were always ready before the bus pulled up to our house. One of us always yelled, “Here comes the bus!” We always made it and never missed the bus. Our school bus would come by our house real early. Mr. Clyde’s route began on Mile Lane Road. This is the road that we lived on. He picked us up and continued his route picking up children for elementary and children that he had to drop off at the local high school that was seven miles away.

Mr. Clyde would always greet us as we entered the bus and he always made sure that you replied back to him. We all knew that Mr. Clyde did not have any playing around on his bus. He would drive along his route humming some songs. They were always church songs. Mr. Clyde never arrived to pick us up late, nor did he ever arrive to drop us off at school late. When we came out of school at 3:00 p.m., he was right in the lineup for us to get on and take up back home. We always had to get up early because we were the first to be picked up and we were always the last ones to drop off because Mr. Clyde’s home wasn’t too far from Mile Lane Road.

His bus was always parked beside his home when he was not driving us to school. If one of us did not behave well, he would remind us that he knew our mother. We had another bus driver for a while, but Mr. Clyde ended up being our driver until we moved away.

It was always the job of the first one who went out on the porch to look for the bus, to let the others know, “Here comes the bus.” Mr. Clyde would always give us candy treats during the Christmas holiday. One time I sprang my ankle at school and when it was time to get off the bus, I couldn’t walk. Mr. Clyde made sure that I made it to my porch.

My brother fell in love for the first time on Mr. Clyde’s bus. His grandchildren were visiting for a while and my brother fell for us granddaughter. He was the only one who could sit with her and every year he couldn’t wait for her to arrive again. Mr. Clyde’s bus was always clean. You did not leave any paper or trash on his bus. He did not allow any eating on his bus. When someone misbehaved, he did not have to turn them in to the principal, he just curled up his lips, tilt his head down and look up at you to let you know that was your warning.

In case you’re wondering what kind of bus this was, it was a yellow school bus back in the 60s. We saw Mr. Clyde six days a week. We saw him on Sundays because we all went to the one Baptist church in town. Mr. Clyde was really special to us because he also drove our Mom to school too when she was a little girl. He used to tease us and tell us that he was almost our granddaddy because he and my grandmother dated before both of them married other people.

At a very early hour, before 7:00 am, you could hear us scrambling around in our house on Mile Lane Road getting ourselves together so that when we hear, “Here comes the bus” we will be ready.

Our bus ride to Lara Kendall Elementary School had many memories. After you rode the routes for years, you knew every child and every house. You knew who would be ready on time and whom he had to wait on. You knew who to sit by and who not to sit by. Mr. Clyde’s route began and ended at Mile Lane Road. Once we heard, “Here comes the bus,” we were outside ready to step on to begin our route to school with Mr. Clyde.

Regina
"Here Comes the Bus"

Memory on Mile Lane Road

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