Little things leave lasting memories.
I was born in the 1940s and attended a one-room school in Jefferson County. The Capital-Journal L ittle things leave lasting memories. I was born in the 1940s and attended a one-room school in Jefferson County. Our school normally had 20 or so students in all eight grades, and we had one family who was fortunate enough to have a bit more than the rest of us. They would bring to school store-bought potato chips and cookies in their lunches, and though we were taught it was wrong to envy others, I sometimes wished we could afford such things.