Robert Porter
At the age of 5 lived on the west side entered kindergarten at Drexel grade school a year that I will never forget. After recess and the ending of the class we were all outside playing then we lined up at the door. A little girl who was a friend at the time closed the door on my hand cutting off three fingers I was rushed to the hospital. Luckily some one thought to pick my fingers off the floor. I imagine it was the teacher.
The first grade was the beginning of my learning experience I...
