The Picture That Told Three Stories

"Jefferson History Then and Now"

The Picture That Told Three Stories 

by Patrick L. Johnson, Roscoe Thompson, and Nellie Beavers Childs, collected by Letty Watt    

In the spring of 2025 I posted this picture on the "History of Norman" Facebook page. This is one of the responses I received from a man who found his father in the photo. The man, Patrick L. Johnson shares this story of his father Pop Johnson.

 

In this 1908 classroom photo from Eastside school, I think the youngster in the second row from bottom, 3rd from the right, is my Pop, JA “Red” Johnson born in Norman in October 1901. *The arrow points to Roscoe Thompsons another story from the photograph. 

Pop's father died in 1904 when Pop was three and younger brother was an infant. In order to feed her family, my grandmother took in washing and cleaning houses. My Pop only made it through the 3rd grade when he quit and took odd jobs to help his mom support the family. 

He worked in the oil fields as an adult, raised four kids through the depression doing whatever he could to make a buck. Sometime in the mid 40’s, he got a full-time job with the Oklahoma National Guard. He was injured in 1949 while training at the North Base Naval firing range when the infamous tornado ripped through that area. He was sent to Fort Sam Houston, San Antonio TX, where they implanted a metal plate on the left side of his head to compensate for the skull that had been crushed.

He recuperated over the next several months and eventually went back to work with the NG.  Pop went with the Division when it was activated and sent to Fort Polk LA (1950?) in preparation for deployment to Korea.  However, he was forcefully medically discharged before his unit deployed and later worked at Central State Hospital. He had a massive stroke in 1963 complicated by the head injury but again recuperated and lived out his last few years here in Norman with my mom, passing in 1971.

Thank you for sharing this photo on the History of Norman site and giving me the chance to tell my "Pop's" story.  Sincerely, Patrick L. Johnson

This picture tells the story of:

Nellie Beavers Childs: Their Friendship Endured

Roscoe Thompson from Thompson Moving and Storage: The Story of Roscoe Thompson

 

Jitney Lunches

“If you don't know history, then you don't know anything. You are a leaf that doesn't know it is part of a tree. ”

― Michael Crichton

   

Elbert Redwine attended Jefferson elementary in Norman, Oklahoma between 1920-1927. "Many of us were poor kids. Some children came to school barefoot. We had sack lunches from home or went home for lunch everyday when the noon bell rang. In the early part of the 1920's parents in town began to provide a 'Jefferson Jitney Lunch.' It became a weekly event during the twenties. Parents would bring all kinds of food that day and set up portable tables arranged in the first-floor hallway. It cost a nickel for each serving of food. I always had two nickels to spend."

No tree stands alone. 
We are all connected.

My personal thirst for stories took hold by 1984 when my elementary school celebrated its 90th anniversary. The stories returning students told brought tears and laughter to our faces. These stories come from the hearts of former Jefferson Dragons,  whose lives developed from the values of our public schools. 

A 'jitney lunch' became a theme of the stories from the 1920's-1950's when schools did not offer lunches. The descriptions and definitions of 'jitney' vary from a 'jitney taxi' in San Francisco meaning a cheap nickel ride to a meal as simple as a hot lunch consisting of hot dogs, soup and/or homemade dessert. Jitney lunches were served at churches, schools, public parks, and sometimes advertised in diners. 

While some newspapers wrote that a 'jitney lunch' was a cheap uninspiring meal, other people stood in line to enjoy the hot food and homemade desserts by volunteers. For many it may have been the only meal of the day. 

In 1932 Clara Furbee Worley shared this memory of attending Jefferson. "I remember one teacher, a small lady, who wore a fur coat. When she was on the play ground during recess, I used to put my hands in her coat pockets to keep my hands warm. You will have to remember that this is the depression, and I had no gloves." Clara lived six blocks away and described running home for lunch every day since they did not have a cafeteria. "On special occasions the school or the churches offered a 'jitney lunch' for us. It usually costs a nickel for the meal."

"During the depression years sometimes there were very few of us who came to school in shoes. There were lots of kids who were very underprivileged. My father, Dr. Charles R. Rayburn, was a physician (psychiatrist) at the state hospital and my mother was always room-mother. On special days she brought a freezer of home cranked ice cream and cupcakes," explained Rosalie Rayburn Renfro. "We all went home for lunch and those of us who lived close to school ran back early to school to play jacks before they rang the bell. We played with a golf ball and metal jacks. We also played London Bridge and Farmer in the Dell in the lower grades. On May Day there was the winding of the Maypole. One year I was an attendant to the May Queen." 

"Times were tough back then," writes Bill Saxon, "Many children at Jefferson elementary worked to support their large families.  I distinctly remember Bear Jensen, who went on to become one of our star athletes at Norman High School,  worked at the "Daily Oklahoman" for three hours every morning before coming to grade school in the 1930's." 

“History is who we are and why we are the way we are.”

--David McCullough, American historian

 Wallace Collins shared this piece of school history. "While my mother, Lois Collins was president of the PTA, they instituted what I believe was the very first hot lunch program for Jefferson. The PTA gathered sponsors to support the hot meals on every Friday of the school year. This would have been about 1952. The meals featured hot dogs, chips, and milk. The food items were donated by local merchants such as Greenleaf Grocery Store and Gilt-Edge Dairy (now Hyland Dairy). In addition to the Friday hot lunch, Gilt Edge Dairy agreed to deliver daily, half pint cartons of milk to the school at mid-morning to any student that wanted to subscribe for it. The cost was 3 cents each. I remember getting the milk, and many of us were thrilled when Guilt Edge expanded the milk option to include chocolate milk! These lunches were often referred to as “Jitney” lunches."

Beginning in 1953 Jefferson offered a daily lunchroom meal. Judy Jones Wilson writes, "My mother devoted the last ten years of her life as the head cook. She was famous for her hot breads. Every day we would have wonderful hot rolls. she even made her own hamburger buns."

By the early 1950's the term "jitney" dropped out of use because it implied cheapness or anything dilapidated, or ramshackled, such as  jitney pianos, jitney paintings, or jitney houses. 

“If you want to understand today you have to search yesterday.”

--Pearl S. Buck, American novelist (1892-1973)

*Stories collected from former Jefferson students who attended between 1920-1955. 

 

1908--1994 Their Friendship Endured

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. 

1908 Eastside School (Jefferson). Look for arrow in the top right hand corner and then see the photo of a young boy named Roscoe Thompson. Roscoe was a friend of Nellie Beavers Childs, the lady who donated this picture to Jefferson for our 1994 for our Centennial. 

1909-1910 2^nd grade JEFFERSON SCHOOL (Nellie Beavers Child) Pictures

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. 7^th 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: 1^st girl Martha Lee McComb, 2nd girl Nellie Beavers, 7^th person Aubrey Davis, 12^th Roscoe Thompson, ___, 13^th 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 4^th grade they commenced a basketball team. I think it was the 8^th 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. 

4/6/2025 The following stories come from my Facebook post about Nellie Childs:

I had Nellie Childs at Norman High School in the 1960's and loved here. Jane Ash Yearout

My sophomore English teacher at NHS and she was quite a lady! Vaughn Clark

I was a student of Mrs. Childs, also.  Judy Matlock

I had her for Sophomore English in 1960. As for Roscoe Thompson he was a former mayor and Bob Thompson's (Midway Deli) grandfather. He was also an uncle to my lifetime friends Patti and Jerry Nolan and Jim and Barbara Sellers. The Thompson's are a huge family and some of Norman's finest.  David Fries. 

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