Mt. Diablo School

Mt. Diablo School opened in 1863. It was a two-room wooden building that faced north. From the monument that was dedicated on October 21, 1995, it would have been directly west about in the middle of today’s playfield.

The bell that rings every morning at 8:00 AM and every afternoon at 2:35 PM in the bell tower of Mt. Diablo Elementary School is the same bell that rang in the bell tower of the first Mt. Diablo School. Every school day began with a flag salute.

Students came on horses, in wagons, or on foot … sometimes barefoot. Wood stoves warmed the rooms, and in really bad weather, school was sometimes discontinued. Children improvised much of their play equipment. Children were often excused to help their families with farming duties.

Lucy Correa Viera, born in 1902, attended Mt. Diablo School from 1907 until 1914. She walked 2 ½ miles to school when she was five years old. She remembered a “big schoolhouse”, painted tan with brown trim, with heavy sliding doors between two classrooms and an entry anteroom where coats and lunch pails were kept. A rope hung from the bell tower. Wood stoves centered each classroom. Toilets were “way out in the field.” Other out buildings were a wood and storage shed, washroom, and horse barn. Most school events took place in Endeavor Hall. The east side of the yard was reserved for girls and small children, and the west for boys. After the 8:00 A.M. bell, students lined up, marched in, saluted the flag, and began their schoolwork.

On October 21, 1995, a monument was erected that marks the site of Clayton’s original two-room school. The marker was dedicated to the memory of former students, teachers, principals, and trustees, and to Joel Clayton, town founder, who gave the land for Clayton’s first “public school.” The Monument base includes stones from the original school foundation, a “grit block” from Brierley Green Farmhouse, Joel Clayton’s birthplace in Buxworth, England, and stones from several historic building in Clayton. The monument was financed by the donations of many contributors.

There’s a little town called Clayton where the valley reaches the hills It’s a quiet little village where the mockingbird often trills.

On a hill just west of the little town stands a school house all alone. For over eighty years it stood there like a king upon a throne.

Well, its usefulness has passed away and the pupils like swallows they have flown. Some have gone to distant lands and some have stayed at home.

I used to love to hear the bell as it rang out each morn To call the children to their seats when the days were nice and warm.

At half past eight, the first bell rang and another toiled at nine. And then the little bell would chime to call the kids in line. Two by two they’d march inside Then each would go to his or her desk and be seated with a chime.

Those were happy days for the children that played on the old school ground As they hollered and laughed and played their games, it was sure a happy sound.

Now they are going to tear that old school down and throw its boards away. To that, if I any say at all, I’d sure as the world say “Nay”.

The government should take the old schoolhouse and paint it up all clean Then put a fence around it so it always could be seen.

There let it stand as symbol or to crumble away as it will But you can never destroy the Clayton School That stood there on the hill.