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Judy, Judy, Judy...by Eva Pasco 
The backdrop of this true childhood incident I'm about to relate occured somewhere
in-between the late fifties and 1960. During those wonder years of innocence, my
steady TV diet consisted of the black and white frenetic antics of Buffalo Bob Smith and his
marionettes: freckle-faced Howdy Doody, whimsical Flub-a-Dub, ear-wiggling Dilly Dally,
bushy-browed Mayor Phineas T. Bluster, and the pantomiming Clarabell. Then it was off to the
Treasure House with Captain Kangaroo, Mr. Green Jeans, Mr. Moose, and Bunny
Rabbit. Double-entendred, pie-in-the-face, one man band Soupy Sales was another prized
entertainer.
It should also be duly noted for the upcoming story: the price of a first class
postage stamp in 1960 was 4 cents; school bus drivers did not run the gauntlet of background
checks prior to getting hired; no one made a big deal out of things where it concerned
children--perhaps they should have; people in the boonies opened their door after dark when they heard a
knock...and, most importantly, Judy deserved a citation for using her head...
Every Monday after school a segment of us kids in grades 1 through 6 attended
religious instructions classes held at another school in town. Then we boarded the bus for drop
offs along the sparsely-settled, dimly-lit, country bumpkin roads in the village
of Limerock. Not having a care in the world we sang Christmas carols, laughing all
the way. That is, until the bus coughed, sputtered, and expired on Wilbur Road--the same road
with the dilapidated haunted house we loved to conjure stories about during sunlit hours, of
course.
Then, you could hear a pin drop. Without ceremony, our grizzly old bus driver
gruffly announced, "Everybody off the bus!"
That's right, we cherubs were left to fend for ourselves in the dark and cold, a few
miles from where we lived. Before I had a chance to panic, Judy, one of the sixth graders who
lived on my street, took charge. She flaunted her authority by ordering the older
kids to take us younger ones by the hand and stick together by groups. I was part of
Judy's group as she led the troops to a house with lighted windows. A kind
elderly woman who reminded me of Mrs. Claus with her white hair coiled in a bun, invited us
inside. In the midst of filling out Christmas cards, piles of addressed envelopes
were stacked on the kitchen table. Judy used the phone and called her dad to come pick us
up...
In the aftermath of the event, a newspaper article the size of a postage stamp
summarized the incident and the bus driver was let go. I remember telling my
class all about this adventure during "Show and Tell." Other than by grateful word of
mouth, Judy was never ceremoniously recognized for her levelheadedness. However, when I'm
pressed to think of herooes and heroines who have made an impact in my life, it is without a
doubt, Judy, Judy, Judy.
Judy went on to become a school teacher in Lincoln just as I did, the same town in which
the incident occured. We had a chance to attend the same seminar not long before both
of us retired. During lunch, I made sure everyone at the table knew of Judy's uncommon valor--the
stuff that leaders are made of. In gratitude, I'm going to mail Judy a copy of this
article.
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