to Mrs. McCurdie (continued...again)
My memories of grade 4 and my gratitude to Mrs. McCurdie produced more writing than I anticipated. To get the full picture, check my posts from Day 5 and Day 6 . Mrs. McCurdie’s grandson was in our class that year. Another classmate found his own mother’s name scratch into the underside of his lift-lid student desk; Mrs. McCurdie had been her fourth grade teacher, too. Not much had changed since the name was carved there 21 years before. But things were starting to change. In 1989, construction of a United States Air Force base began on the edge of our small town. In the early 1960s, the sparse, unpopulated prairies of rural Montana had been deemed a prime location for a fleet of nuclear warheads. In 1991, with the Cold War drawing to an end, Conrad was selected as the best place to house the soldiers, and their families, who were tasked with keeping the country’s stash of nuclear missiles safe in this changing political landscape. New families from around the country started moving i