Anita Harrower's Thoughts and Memories of PBTS (daughter of Woodrow Brown)
The following article is that of the memories of Anita Harrower. Anita is the daughter of Dr. Woodrow Brown who recently went home to glory. To read more about him click on these links at the bottom of this article. I enjoyed her memories of the school in the late 1940s and into the 1950s. Her life as being the daughter of one of the professors at PBTS is an interesting perspective to read. Enjoy the words to follow.
My Thoughts and Memories of PBTS
My father Woodrow I. Brown, graduated from Practical in 1948. Maybe because he had been a teacher before he came to Practical he was asked to stay on as a teacher. We moved into a converted barn on campus in 1949, I think. I was eight years old. We had no indoor bathroom so we had to walk across the road to the basement of the administration building and use the bathroom there. It was kind of scary to me because being a basement it was dark. I tried not to have to use it after dark! My father right away started digging in the back yard. He told my brother
We lived right next door to King Hall and Dad was the basketball coach so we stored the basketballs at our house. I could go over anytime and shoot baskets, that was way cool!
Our neighbor on the other side was Mr. and
I loved going to the basketball games and cheering for our guys. Dad went out very often to preach in various churches. If it wasn't a school night I could go with him and I loved to go with him. He was always my favorite preacher in the whole world. I consider myself so fortunate to have been raised on the beautiful campus of PBTS. I remember the wonderful singing & preaching. I was able to attend every graduation and retreat for the years I was there. I loved all the activities of graduation and especially the music. I took piano lessons from
There were always pranks that the students played on my Dad. One time in class a note was being passed around and as it passed the person reading would look up at the ceiling. Dad saw what was happening and he intercepted the note, it read, "Look at the footprints on the ceiling!" Dad had a little Crosley car at one time and several of the guys picked it up and carried it up onto the front porch of the main building! Of course,
One time my sister
We also got to go to all the parties at school including the Halloween party. One year they had an elaborate dark room that went on and on. You had to crawl through part of it and put your hands in bowls of spaghetti (brains) and grapes with the skins off (eyeballs).
The school is so different now. Our house is gone, Lowe's house is gone, King Hall, the main building, the jail, the inner circle, the house that the Ackerly's lived in, the house where the Davis' lived, etc. I'm sure the presence of the Lord is still very much there and I have my memories of a wonderful childhood.
Some links about her father Dr. Woodrow Brown:
A memory of Dr. Woodrow Brown from Don Hall (class of 1950).
The Obituary of Dr. Brown.