Unk's post reminded me of a school I attended when I was in the fourth grade. It was two rooms for eight grades. There was a huge stove in each room. The cafeteria lady grew all the vegetables and her husband raised the meat and furnished the milk. I think that was the happiest year I spent in school. Every time someone had a birthday the lady baked a cake and made ice cream for all of us. We moved all time and usually only went to a school for one year, but I will always remember that one.