It was about Wilbur Huff and his last day of driving bus for Lone Tree schools. He’s been driving the big yellow taxi for 50 years. Now, it is time to retire.
I rode the bus for most of my trips to school growing up in Jesup. We would look out our farmhouse window and see the bus making the turn down our road, knowing we had to start making the sprint to the driveway or road to get picked up. If you didn’t make the bus, it was a long walk to town. Thank goodness that didn’t happen very often, because if Dad had to drive us in to town, it wasn’t a fun drive.
My first driver I recall was Phip Stoddard on Bus 11. We also rode with Dorothy who took over for Phip and would back into the ditch on occasion, Mrs. Dempsey, Tom Versluis and I’m probably missing someone else in my 12 years of riding the bus.
It was fun, sometimes long. Early on, we were some of the last kids picked up, then with Tom, we were nearly first, so that 7a bus time was tough, but it was fun. I got to know my neighbor kids who I didn’t know where they lived. It was always a big deal to be old enough to sit over the wheel, or if older, sit in the very back seat.
One of my favorite stories was when my dad would imitate the sound of a bus to get us all panicked. It worked for a while.
I also got to ride the bus to sporting, speech, band, choir and field trips. To this day, I find something romantic about riding the bus. The sounds, lights and togetherness that it brings.
Or were your memories more like this from the movie Ferris Bueller’s Day Off?
What are your bus memories?