In this day and age of trips to the moon, instant communication with anyone on the planet via computers, and all the modern inventions and accomplishments, it might seem unreal to know there is someone like me still living…who once attended a one-room school house in a horse and buggy. It’s tantamount to shock and awe when receiving an e-mail or call from my son flying thousands of feet in the air.
There have been many other advanced civilizations, like Atlantis and the Incas. One of my great pleasures is all the programs on the history channel. Entertaining and educational, we can travel back in time with the vivid reenactments of events. To be ignorant of what occurred before we were born leaves a hole in our souls as to what is happening today.
I graduated from high school when I was 17 years old and attended a large county country school most of those years. However, for one season I attended a one-room school house. I had a slew of aunts and uncles, some older and a couple of them younger than me. Some were school teachers.
Back in the Great Depression, those who held paying jobs were the lucky ones. One of my aunts was a teacher in a community that had a one-room school house. My grandfather owned a T-Model Ford, then an A-Model Ford, but most of the traveling around in the area was on foot or sometimes in a wagon or a buggy. When my aunt acquired the job of teaching in the one-room school house, her transportation was a horse and buggy. The family decided she needed someone to ride with her, and being the oldest grandchild, I was the designated passenger. Several grades were lumped together and although I don’t recall the exact grade, I think I was probably in the fourth grade during this time.
This little one-room school house sat some distance from where we lived, at least a country mile or so off a red dirt road near an old country farm house. An old pot-bellied stove heated it. I don’t recall too much about what I learned there, but thought it was fun riding to school in the horse drawn buggy. In the evenings, I would study by a kerosene lit lamp. To this day, I still have that little lamp. I only attended part of one school year before returning to my regular school.
Later on, I had an uncle attending Mercer University to become a doctor, when something happened to him. I never knew exactly what it was, but it was an illness he did not survive. My father inherited all his college medical books. When I was around 10 years old, I was fascinated by those textbooks and spent a lot of time reading and studying college level text books when I was quite young.
My sister became a registered nurse, but I had no interest in being a doctor or a nurse. The sight of blood freaked me out; however, from an early age, I was fascinated by areas of natural healing. Later on my interest in herbs, acupuncture, nature path and chiropractic increased, and most of my life was geared to viewing disease and sickness from the standpoint of homeopathic, rather than allopathic methods. As a result of good genes and treatment via natural methods, most of my life I have enjoyed good health, having my first major operation just a few months ago.
Those early years of studying college level medical books and having a mother who believed in natural methods of treating sickness have been a great help throughout my long life. The healthy buggy ride breathing all that fresh air may have helped as well. Plus, growing up drinking spring water and eating all those homegrown vegetables without preservatives contributed to good health.
I have always believed education was simply an acquisition of knowledge. Whether it comes from a teacher in a one-room school house, reading college level books at the age of 10, sitting on a farm house veranda listening to a grandfather expound on politics, hearing my grandmother preach about religion, or roaming in the woods picking blackberries with my mother to can the juice for medicinal purposes, the acquisition of knowledge is education. And not all information comes from sitting in a class at an Ivy League University.
Millions today are discovering the benefits of sitting around a kitchen table being home schooled, while parents become increasingly aware that indoctrination is not necessarily education. Motivating a child to study and to think, as opposed being indoctrinated by mantras, makes a difference in stupidity and the smarts.
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