Copy editor’s note: Due to technical difficulties, the column “Coate Tales” will run today in place of “Snapshots of Yesteryears,” which will be published Friday.
Madera Unified School District is almost 50 years old, having been born officially on July 1, 1965.
The California gold rush was still in its infancy when Californians sat down to write their state constitution in 1849, and even in those rough and tumble frontier days, public education was at the fore of e
It was Madera’s first serious dispute between capital and labor, and it struck at the center of what was then the city’s economic heart.
It seems so far in the distant past, and yet it hasn’t really been all that long since the only method of transportation from Madera to the foothills and back was in buggies and stagecoaches or on horseback.
The train pulled into Madera, and Charles Myers melted into the crowd. Carrying one small satchel, he walked across the street to the Yosemite Hotel.
For John Wells, the journey is over. He died a few days ago at the age of 86. Since his passing, I’ve been thinking about the years we taught next door to each other at Howard School.