Why we came to East Hill

Annie Halton and Karen Lichtenbaum (Carr)

“I transferred into East Hill in October of 1969. I was not doing well in Belle Sherman, and a good friend of mine, David Rogers had moved to East Hill and had told me about it. I came home and asked my parents if I could go. They had already been thinking about it, but I think my dad was worried about subjecting me to his experiment. When I asked to go that gave him the permission to have me try it. I then went for the next 2 years.” – Sid Bardwell

“When I was four, my mother took me to South Hill for psychological testing, because my nursery school teachers thought I should skip kindergarten. The psychologist there – I remember this – had me draw some pictures and then told my mother I would never learn to read or write properly because I was left-handed. My mother had me read to the woman out of her manual, since there was nothing else to read. And then we left, and she sent me to East Hill. To first grade, because East Hill didn’t have a kindergarten when they first opened.” – Karen Carr

Jackie Cooper

The school I went to before East Hill was “rigid, unthinking, and wasteful.” – Anonymous.

Published by Karen Carr

Dr. Karen Carr is Associate Professor Emerita, Department of History, Portland State University. She holds a doctorate in Classical Art and Archaeology from the University of Michigan. Follow her on Instagram, Pinterest, or Facebook, or buy her book, Vandals to Visigoths.

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  1. I came to East Hill starting in Second Grade and stayed through to 6th. We transferred there from Cayuga Heights after a bad bunch of situations with my older brother Chris. He had undiagnosed dislexia and had trouble reading. CH just labeled him stupid and did nothing to help him out. The final straw came when he was running in a race at school, ran into a wall and wanted to go home cause him arms hurt. Eventually, my Mom was called that her son was complaining… Chris had 2 broken arms!
    We came to East Hill not only to escape CH- it also fit in well with how my parents were raising us… with lots of independence and respecting children as in many ways equals to adults.