The end of the Labor Day holiday weekend characterizes the closing of summer with the beginning of the new school term officially in full swing, full speed ahead. Whether young or old, kindergarten or senior year of high school, the atmosphere is humming and buzzing with enthusiasm from parent to child to teacher.
Within Awakenings is the opportunity to peer into the past and make connections that embrace days and times long since passed. Perhaps thoughts will shift back to times of a grandparent or even a great-grandparent in your ancestral chain. The accounts of early schooldays expose characteristics void of amenities common today. There was no electricity, running water, or telephone, and the restroom consisted of an outhouse in the back of the school yard.
The scene, a late 1800s schoolhouse
Of character quite different from now
A one-room building was room enough
With honor and respect a solemn vow
A one-room building was room enough
With honor and respect a solemn vow
Grandpa strolled barefoot to school
Humming the summer blues
Often times walked in winter
Despite holes in his shoes
Humming the summer blues
Often times walked in winter
Despite holes in his shoes
Not centrally heated or air controlled
A cast-iron stove burned wood or coal
Unfinished walls of hand-hewn logs
Revealed at least one bullet hole
Atmosphere still, damp and dreary
Atmosphere still, damp and dreary
Sought light through an open window
Brightness glowed from within a smile
Graciously spawned by Ms. Winslow
Graciously spawned by Ms. Winslow
Sitting on logs or rough lumber
Boys on one side, girls on the other
A watchful eye at every turn
A watchful eye at every turn
Dodged spitballs one after another
Going and playing outside at recess
Found off limits the old barn around back
The ideal excuse took time off from books
Playing hooky, hiding in the haystack
Going and playing outside at recess
Found off limits the old barn around back
The ideal excuse took time off from books
Playing hooky, hiding in the haystack
©2012 Awakenings Sharla Lee Shults |
What stories do you embrace
in your ancestral chain of schooldays past?
in your ancestral chain of schooldays past?
Well, Sharla, I walked 22.5 miles to school in the dead of winter in NJ with snow 4 feet deep and stray dogs chasing me! I had to leave at 2:00 in the morning in order to get there on time! At least that is what my daughter thinks!
ReplyDeleteYou ARE too funny! LOL:>)
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