|Some of the younger alumni probably don't remember
the old Dora High School but it's a place I'll never forget. The floors
were treated with some kind of oil so that they wouldn't rot. The
walls had a dark wainscoting half way up and in the entrance way was
a plaque of honor with the names of men who served in the military
with a little star by the names of those who died.
There was so much grass around that old school, that by the time they
finished the front, it was time to cut Watkins Field, and on and on.
The result of that was that you always had the smell of fresh cut
grass. To this day, when I smell fresh cut grass I think of that school.
As I write this I realize that the "New School" was built
in the late 60's and the Class of 1970 was the first to graduate from
there. This means the "New School" is 33 years old.
I do plan to shoot photos of the new school and I'll post those soon.
The stories and essays about Mr. Gant can be accessed by clicking
on the Past Stories link on the column to the left.
|A Short Note about Mr. Gant: One hot summer day when I was
about sixteen, I was about to go in Allbritton's store in my usual
hot-weather attire -- bermuda shorts, sleeveless shirt, and, of course,
I was barefoot. (I was almost always barefoot.) Sitting on "The
Bench" right beside the door was Mr. Gant. He said, "Asa
Faith, ladies don't go out in public without their shoes on."
I went home tearfully and when I told Mother that he hurt my feelings,
she replied in her typical "Fay" manner, "So, your
feelings are hurt. Get over it! Mr. Gant was teaching you a lesson
in respectability." As I sit here now at my computer, I am, of
course, barefoot. But, Mr. Gant, if you can hear me in that section
of Heaven named Respectability, I want you to know that I wear shoes
when I go out in public. And --- I hope that God has an Allbritton
bench for you to sit on. Asa Randolph, DHS class of '61