From
We Were
not Spoiled, the memoir
of Lucille Verreault Ledoux as told to Denis
Ledoux
As I was finishing my sophomore year in June of 1937,
Robert was graduating from Holy Family School. As when I
graduated, my parents did nothing special to mark the
occasion. Unlike me, he had never liked school and had
often been made to stay after classes were over for the day
either to do extra school work or to be disciplined. That
summer, he got a job washing dishes at the Littleton Diner,
which was on Lower Main Street near the bridge, and did a
number of odd jobs. When fall rolled around, he let it be
known that he did not want to go to high school.
My parents had not even had an eighth grade education and
they could not see any value in spending more time in class
so they did not try to change his mind. I think they
accepted my time at Lewiston High School as a necessary job
preparation to become a secretary, but Robert, being a guy,
would eventually learn a trade and that did not call for a
high school diploma. So that fall, as I headed back to my
third year at LHS, Robert continued to work at the
Littleton Diner and to do odd jobs[1].
That September, Albert Ledoux transferred to Lewiston High
School from Mr. Robert’s School. He stayed at the public
high school for a very short time—probably only a week, and
then he quit. I think he had the same feeling that I had
had of too much crowding and activity after years of being
in little, quiet schools. Although his brother was studying
in the seminary college, Lucien did not provide an example
for Albert[2] to continue his education.
His family was smaller than ours, and his father earned
enough as foreman of Weave Room #5 at the Bates Mill to
have kept Albert in school. His mother also worked at the
Bates Mill, and her salary could have paid for Albert’s
schooling. Albert was not interested in school, however,
and his family did not force him to continue. Like my
parents, they did not see much value in education but they
were perhaps less resistant to it than my mother and
father.
Afterwards Albert got a number of small jobs: washing
dishes and things like that. When we were young, there was
no clear way to learn how to do a job. Usually, people
worked for someone else who knew how to do something and,
after a while, they had learned what that person knew and
they could hire themselves out. But, these were trade jobs.
If you wanted to do something else—or would have been
better at something else—there was not much of a way to go
after it. So, Bob and Albert were washing dishes and doing
work that 14 and 15 year-olds who didn’t want to go to high
school could do.
I went into my third year at Lewiston High School. Miss
Lamontagne, a redhead who taught Junior English, focused on
literature. I didn’t like her much. Whereas the first two
years had been devoted to grammar, which was all
memorization, we were now studying literature, which
required talking about stories and poems. This was
something we had not done at all at Holy Family School.
This is where the lack of reading in my home caught up with
me. My reading skills were not good enough to keep up with
the class. My cousin Lucille Dulac had completed the
two-year Cours supérieur with the Dominican nuns and now
she was at Lewiston High School for her diploma. She was
better prepared than I was to be in Miss Lamontagne’s
class[3]. Although my speaking skills in English were so
much better than when I started two years earlier, perhaps
I still did not grasp enough English to understand
literature. It was also not my nature to enjoy the sort of
discussion that Miss Lamontagne had us engage in.
I soon developed a strong dislike for going to school. What
was I doing there? I did not have a goal that might have
kept me focused through a difficult period. Sports might
have kept me there, but girls did not play spsorts, and
even if they had, it was still unlikely that I would have
felt comfortable on a team made up of “American” girls.
There was nothing keeping me in school beyond the
academics, and I had learned not to enjoy school work.
At home, I did a lot of housework and ironing—but no
reading. Perhaps that would have made school more
interesting. Perhaps it might have placed what I was
studying in some sort of context. And perhaps if someone
had been saying, “You will be glad later you didn’t give
up” I might have stayed. I only had a year and a half to go
for my diploma.
In the beginning of 1937, I quit school in the middle of my
Junior year and so I didn’t even earn my third-year
credits. One morning in late January or early February, I
simply didn’t return to school. Just as my parents had not
tried to stop Robert, they did not try to change my mind.
Perhaps they saw education as something rich people
indulged in. My father was a skilled worker who had learned
his trade on the job, and he saw no reason why everyone
else shouldn’t also. He and my mother did not aspire to
more, or to what was different, for their children.
And so, at 16, I finished my formal education and went out
into the world, unprepared.
Bios:
Lucille Ledoux raised six children and worked for many
years in clothing stores. She is a resident of d”Youville
Manor in Lewiston. Even today, she regrets not having
finished high school. All six of her children graduated
from college.
Denis Ledoux has been helping people to write their memoirs
since 1988. He is a writer and teacher and operates the
Soleil Lifestory Network. [www.turningmemories.com]
[1] Quitting school young and doing little jobs would be
the pattern in our family until Eugène became the first to
complete high school. Then Richard and Roger graduated,
too.
[2] Was this because Lucien was studying for the priesthood
which was something that didn’t interest Albert? I wonder
if his friendship with Robert who was quitting school was a
factor in his not continuing at the high school. They must
have talked about it and Albert must have had some sense of
“If Robert can do it, so can I”.
[3] Perhaps Miss Hunter’s emphasis on grammar had not
prepared me for Miss Lamontagne. If we had done more
literature in my second year, perhaps I would have
succeeded in Miss Lamontagne’s class.
Dear Rhea,
I hope you are well.
I am sending you an excerpt from my mother's
as-yet-unpublished memoirs. Is there any spot for it on
your site?
Denis Ledoux