This time of year, when our schools prepare to offer their levy requests for our consideration, always brings back a flood of memories. Born and raised on a wheat and dairy farm in Eastern Washington, this time of year always meant rising early on snowy mornings to milk the cows — and rounding them up once again just prior to dark on those short winter days.
But it also brings back memories about school election days. You see, it is important to note that both my father and my grandfather were deeply committed to civic responsibility in their community and country. It was in the early 1900s that my grandfather donated land and, with the help of neighbors, built a schoolhouse nearby. It was one of their first accomplishments upon arrival in the Northwest. It was a typical one-room schoolhouse where my dad would attend school through the eighth grade. I would find out later in life that my grandfather went on to serve on the school board of that new school.