The school thing is basically true. In the early 1950's there were many rural schools in Canada that still had no electricity, indoor plumbing, or central heating.
You think you had it hard? Nonsense! You went to a school with more than one room, and more than one teacher, and central heating, and indoor plumbing. The entire eight years of my elementary schooling was spent without any of that. You really had it good as far as educational buildings are concerned.
I went to a school with one room, and eight grades, all trying to learn something at once. You should try learning the names of the Great Lakes in grade four, when the one grade one kid is busily screaming out the ABC song. Talk about your exercise in futility. It was a wonder I didn't grow up as a moron, although some of the kids were born that way.
As I said, there was no indoor plumbing. There was no drinking water. It had to be carried in from a pump in the yard by the pailful. It was a good thing that penicillin had already been invented by then. The germs in that pail were as big as tadpoles - which often floated in that drinking water, as well. The kids who did that were the same morons who threw frozen poop at little kids. I was forced to go to school with sociopaths.
The outhouse was literally that - an outhouse. It was a wooden clapboard building with two 'bathrooms' (for the lack of a better word), in it. There was one on each end of the building, one for the boys, and one for the girls. They were separated by a thin board wall in the centre that was full of peepholes made with penknives. Some of the boys were not only morons, but budding perverts as well!
The toilets consisted of four poop holes on a raised platform that was about three feet high. If you were a little kid that was barely three feet high to begin with, going to the bathroom involved climbing. Try doing that in a Canadian January with no heat. We were tough kids, we had to be.
You probably had a physical education program. We didn't have that, but we had baseball, with no equipment. The bases were big jagged rocks that caused second degree trauma on knees if you tried to slide into them. The bats were thin chopped tree limbs from the woods behind the school. The baseballs were round stones from the road, which wasn't paved. If you've never faced a kid with a thin branch in your hands, while she got ready to throw an apple sized rock at you, you don't know the meaning of the word, fear. It's a wonder nobody ever got an eye put out.
Yup, I figure you really had it good.