Boys will be boys whether it is 1909 or 2025. In this photo the arrow is drawn to a young boy named Roscoe Thompson. Whether he was a close neighbor, a friend who teased the girls (my guess), or an ornery kid, we will never know. What we do know is that in the two photos donated by Nellie Beavers Childs in 1993, either she or Roscoe drew an arrow pointing to him, not to Nellie and not to her lifelong best friend, Metaline. What does this tell you?
I had the opportunity to interview Nellie in 1993 at her apartment on Hal Muldrow Dr. in Norman. Her is a portion of her story.
In second grade class we had Miss Callie Webster who was a beautiful 18-year-old teacher. We loved her. One day it was snowing and we were standing by Miss Webster's desk when she asked the girl next to me how she kept her hair in curls all day. The girl answered, "My mother puts something sweet on it every day." The teacher felt her curls and sure enough they were stiff.
Teacher: Callie Webster Row 1: boy, Metaline Cathey, lived on N.E. corner of Finley and
Gray. They had a store in one room selling tablets, pencils, etc. boy, girl, girl, Agnes Wolf (McComb) and Thelma Walker. Row 2: (did not identify which one) Chester Capshaw, son of one of our first doctors. 7th
person Marion Moffett. Her father ran a bicycle shop in 200 block of Main on
North Finley street. Next Robert Durkie; next Otis Sullivant. Row 3: 1st girl Martha Lee McComb, 2nd girl Nellie
Beavers, 7th person Aubrey Davis, 12th Roscoe
Thompson, ___, 13th head of Addie Wilson. I enrolled in first grade in 1908 even though I was only five years old. I could already read. The neighbors said I couldn't go because I wasn't six years old. My brother said, "I'll put the number 5 in your shoe and if your teacher asks you, you can say you're over 5 years old." My teacher never did ask. I think Miss Cook knew because she was a friend of our family. Every morning, at noon and during recess our janitor sat at the top of the stairs, and he would hand sharpen our pencils using his knife. One pencil at a time. We didn't have pencil sharpeners. In the morning he stood at the top of the stairs to see if any students were still running to school. If he saw any children he waited to ring the tardy bell till the last students were in the room. *Look closely at the photo. Roscoe drew an arrow from the chalkboard to the third row of boys. He is looking at the camera and has his elbow on the desk behind on top of books. We didn't have programs in the school like we do now. The only thing I remember is the Maypole dance in the school yard. Some students were selected from each class to wind the Maypole on May Day. Out of our first-grade class there were at least ten who graduated with me in 1920. I know five of them taught school. In second grade we had seatmates, but I guess we talked too much, and the teacher moved one of us out of the seat and put a boy in our place. I had to move and sit with a different boy. I thought it was great because the boy she put me with I knew from church, but he didn't like it (I wonder if this was Roscoe?). None of the boys liked having a girl for a seatmate. I lived on the corner of Findley and Apache, about four blocks south of Main Street. The house is still there. My mother lived there when she was a widow with two little children. She married again and that's when I was born. In second grade I still had the same seatmate, but I guess
we talked too much, and the teacher moved one of us out of the seat with a boy
and put that boys seat mate with Marie. I thought that was great because the
boy she put me with I knew from church, but he didn’t like it. The boys didn’t
like having a girl for a seatmate. I grew up when Norman just had dirt streets. Then later they paved Main Street and University Street. I can remember my brother putting us both on a bicycle and going over to University street to ride on the paved road. I mostly played boys games because of my brother. He taught me how to play Mumble Peg, a game where you learn to throw a knife. I also played marbles and spin the tops. When I was in the 4th grade they commenced a
basketball team. I think it was the 8th grade girls. I never did see
the boys play. Of course, the only people they played against was Washington. Washington
and Jefferson, well they didn’t get along. “Now these are girls?” I inquired. Yes, on a girls team. They had to play outdoors. This would have been seventh and eighth grade girls.
I remember that they played against Washington school. It was
terrible the rival between the two schools. It continued in high school so that
they hardly mixed in high school. My last two years of high school a new course was put in called "teachers training." We had to teach all of the 8th grade teaching and many hours of observation. We had to take notes and come back to our teacher and tell her. If they needed a teacher in Eastside (Jefferson) they would send one of us. Six out of twenty of us went on to teach the next year after we graduated. They gave us a fake teaching certificate to begin with. If we taught for three years and went to summer school we earned a LIFE certificate. *Note: this is the new Norman High School opened in 1909 when Eastside school had outgrown the classrooms. It is the picture in the background of Nellie Beavers graduation picture. *The Moore-Lindsay House Museum has pictures from early year books online and I discovered that Roscoe, Metaline, and Nellie each graduated from Norman High School in 1920. My first teaching job was to finish out a term in a sixth grade class in Muskogee. I discovered I didn't like that at all. Then I moved to Paden and taught high school English and Spanish. My principal said I had to teach Economics. I told him No and said, "Can't you teach it?" His reply was a headshaking negative stare. So I had to teach Economics and study the night before each class to stay ahead of them. I taught several years before moving to Pittsburg, another coal mining town where I met my husband. We moved around with his job in the mines and I taught at Shawnee, Seminole, Wewoka, and Sayre. At last we moved back to Norman and I taught at Norman High School where I retired in 1965. As with retirement, our story does not end here. No more mention of Roscoe in her interview, nor does she talk about Metaline. However, in the spring of 1994 Nellie Beavers Childs was accompanied by her daughter and attended our 100 year celebration of Jefferson school. During that time she brought an oil painting done by her lifelong friend, Metaline Cathey Lee. Ten years ago the librarian gave me this picture and said, "I think you know this lady and her story." **Metaline writes in her own handwriting on the back of this canvas: This painting was done for my friend since first grade, Nellie Beavers Childs. The painting shows hibiscus blooming in Mrs. Cathy's yard in the Rio Grande Valley of Texas. Mrs. Childs spent winters in the Valley after she retired as a Norman High School teacher in 1965. And so, it has taken me from 1994 to 2025 to put all of these pieces together. Rest in peace Nellie, Metaline, and Roscoe. You made our world and better place to live, especially for the children in Norman, Ok. We are the Jefferson Dragons. We symbolize "Power, Wisdom,
and Chaos." Right now, we are sorting through the chaos
and laughing...laughing and loving every moment of the research expedition into
our history.
Mrs. Watt, Librarian and author |