November 22, 1963 is remembered as a turning point in the lives of Baby Boomers who grew up in the 1950s and 1960s. Young, vital John F. Kennedy, Jr., the first US President to be born in the twentieth century, was suddenly struck down by an assassin’s bullet and nothing ever after seemed the same. I was eleven years old and in the sixth grade at Maple Leaf School in Seattle.
I started out my grade school years at Wedgwood Elementary through fourth grade in 1962. Then my parents decided to move to Kent, about 25 miles south of Seattle. My father’s employer had transferred him to Kent but only a year later Dad was able to get another position back in Seattle, and we moved again. Mom was happy to return to long-time associations in the Wedgwood neighborhood of northeast Seattle.
My parents looked for a house to rent in Wedgwood if possible, but the one they found was “over the line” into the next elementary school boundary a few blocks to the north. For that school year, 1963-64, I attended Maple Leaf School which was located on NE 100th Street at the northeast corner of 32nd Ave NE. In those days elementary schools went through sixth grade and our class then went on to grades seven through nine at Jane Addams Junior High.
Our teacher: Miss Jane Dayton
Whenever our class members misbehaved, our sixth grade teacher at Maple Leaf, Miss Jane Dayton, admonished us that she was “trying to get us ready for junior high school.” She was nearing retirement age and with the perspective of a long-time teacher, she often encouraged us that we would have a good future if we would apply ourselves to our studies.
I remember Miss Dayton as a dedicated teacher who combined class instruction with individual attention. She gave “extra credit” for written work such as book reports and essays, and it was her encouragement of my writings which launched my “historical” hobby. I began writing down family stories told to me by elderly relatives, such as the tale of a child’s rocking chair handed down in our family. The little chair was the only surviving object after a house fire in the 1890s at the home of my great-grandparents on a wheat farm in Oregon.
Miss Dayton had me read my rocking-chair essay aloud to the class and then she led a discussion about family history and what we might learn from asking questions of our grandparents and other family members.
Crisis on November 22, 1963
At age eleven in the sixth grade, I’d had no experience with death and perhaps for that reason I particularly remember how Miss Dayton handled the events of November 22, 1963. The school principal, Mrs. Katherine Maxwell, came into the classroom, somber-faced and without greeting, and handed Miss Dayton a note. Mrs. Maxwell had been principal of View Ridge Elementary until 1956. She came out of retirement and was principal at Maple Leaf from 1959 until her second and final retirement in June 1968.
As an experienced teacher and principal, Mrs. Maxwell must have thought our sixth grade class was old enough to be informed as to what was going on during that day in our nation’s history. Miss Dayton stood with the note in her hand, staring, and Mrs. Maxwell quietly said, “I think you should tell them.”
Miss Dayton did not conceal her emotion as she told us that the President of the United States had been shot, and she then said, “I know I’m not supposed to, but….,” as she asked us to bow our heads for a moment of silent prayer. I vaguely remembered having heard something about prayer no longer being allowed in public schools. What seemed like only a few minutes later, Mrs. Maxwell returned with a second note and Miss Dayton sadly announced that President John F. Kennedy was dead.
For us as sixth graders, Kennedy was the first US president whom we were aware of, and we had felt that he was “ours.” Our world view widened at that moment to include events and catastrophes which could impact us beyond school, home and local community. We began to realize that things were changing, as we would leave elementary school at the end of that year and continue growing up.
Writing about Wedgwood neighborhood history
I began hearkening back to neighborhood memories in September 1991, when I escorted my daughter Amanda into the same kindergarten classroom at Wedgwood School where I had also attended. There was even one teacher still at Wedgwood who had been there during my own grade school years.
During that 1991-92 school year I became involved in the Wedgwood PTA project to bring local history into the classrooms. I began writing neighborhood history articles for the Wedgwood Community Council newsletter at that time.
Writing about Meadowbrook neighborhood history
After getting started with writing about Wedgwood, in 1993 I began writing about Meadowbrook neighborhood history.
Plans were being laid for a new Parks Department community center at 10517 35th Ave NE, adjacent to the swimming pool building. As with all municipal projects in Seattle, there was a budget designation of “1% for art.” In addition to art pieces which the team of artists made for the new building, I took the commission to gather local history, designated for me to complete in a prescribed format, a large scrapbook-style display book.
The book, completed for the opening of Meadowbrook Community Center in January 1997, is on permanent display in the building lobby. Now most of the stories from the book have been posted here on this blog under the Meadowbrook category.
During the 1990s the name “Meadowbrook” gradually began to come into greater use, in part because the old Maple Leaf school building was no longer in use. The older generation had considered Maple Leaf School the name identifier and centerpoint of the neighborhood. They were sad to see the Maple Leaf school building closed in 1979, no longer used, and then eventually torn down.
During demolition, neighborhood residents took the concrete keystone block with brass letters “Maple Leaf School 1930” which had marked the addition to the 1926 building. When I gathered Meadowbrook history stories for the display book, these letters were given to me. The brass letters are affixed to the inside back cover of the display book in the lobby of the Meadowbrook Community Center.
By including articles about Maple Leaf School, I have tried to honor the legacy of that school community. Additionally graduates of Maple Leaf School have continued sharing of community on Facebook.
From Maple Leaf to Meadowbrook: the community council
Ironically the house which my parents had rented in 1963-64 later became the flash point which caused the formation of the Meadowbrook Community Council.
In 1990 the house at 10049 35th Ave NE was bought by Compass Housing to be used as a group home. The house was remodeled and a second floor added for more bedrooms. Nearby residents wondered if this multiple-residence was legal and if the occupants would be good neighbors.
A young attorney accessed the process to link up with the City of Seattle’s Department of Neighborhoods and form a community council for Meadowbrook, as a forum for concerns first brought up about the group home. It was at that time in the 1990s that the name “Meadowbrook” began to come into greater use, as intended for a sense of neighborhood identity. Today the Meadowbrook Community Council is going strong with lively, well-attended meetings and multiple activities.
History never ends
Looking back more than fifty years to the events of November 22, 1963, I can see how the sense of loss on that day caused me to value friends, family and community even more. I began to develop a “historical sense” of how our national and local heritage influences us. In the 1990s my own family background and my interaction with neighbors, led to my community involvement including interviews with long-time Wedgwood and Meadowbrook residents.
More than fifty years after the events of November 22, 1963, I am still motivated to bring out stories of Seattle neighborhoods so that we will know what we have which is of value, which we want to pass along to the next generation. My perspective of history was expressed in the poem I wrote for Opening Day ceremonies at the Meadowbrook Community Center on January 11, 1997:History’s had a lot to tell of Meadowbrook’s lively story. We’ve heard of old-time work and play, and loved ones now in glory. We’ve heard of how folks came to live in Meadowbrook so fair, and left a legacy of land for us to care for here. The families came in early days, they cleared and farmed the land. The love and loyalty they knew has passed down hand to hand. History never ends; there’s always more to tell. This day in Meadowbrook we find this story’s been told well. So let us listen, learn and tell of neighbors helping all, so Meadowbrook today will stand with pride in our new hall. –January 11, 1997, Meadowbrook Community Center Opening Day Ceremony