“School days, school days, dear ole golden rule days, reading, writing and arithmetic, taught to the tune of a hickory stick.”
When I hear about what is going on in schools today, it’s shocking to me. They have become killing fields, full of graduating students that can’t read and vaccinating with poisonous substances. Plus a laundry list of other shock and awes going on. In the tax-supported system, it’s more about indoctrination than education. Sometimes when I’m around young students in middle school or high school, I play a little game by asking them if they bought a dozen oranges for 50 cents and sold them for $1.00 a dozen, would they be making 100% or 50% profit? They invariably say 50%.
Several years ago I had a nephew attending a state university. I happened to answer the phone one day when he called his mother. She couldn’t come to the phone so I asked him if I could help with anything. He said he just want to know how to put a quarter in the washing machine. I said, “oh my God, they have educated you beyond the capacity to think!”
I grew up in a different era, a time when so much was different than it is today. Living in red clay country in Northeast Georgia, I rode a bus to a county school. Everyone in the county attended the same school. It was a rather large building of 3 stories, where students started in first grade and attended through high school. It has a large playground area with a gymnasium in one corner and a cute little cottage in another, where we learned home economics.
I played basketball 4 years in the gymnasium and learned how to sew and cook in the lovely little cottage. In the classroom, we were taught how to read, write and think, studying everything from literature to biology, history and world events. In retrospect, it seems to me that every week in world events class we heard about Ethiopia and Haile Selassie, and today nothing seems improved in Ethiopia. The teachers were in charge, not the students, and I never recalled any major discipline problems with anyone. But each teacher had a wooden ruler they used to smack us with if we were not paying attention. It was called the board of education.
We went on field trips and did things in school that were fun. My favorite thing was the spelling bees, and back then I was a very good speller, but now a day it seems I have regressed and my spelling leaves much to be desired. So for those who read my writings, I apologize in advance for any misspellings and grammatical errors.
I grew up healthy without vaccinations, yet now a day children are poked with needles from the day they are born. The county doctor had an office within walking distance of the school. If we were sick with anything, we simply walked to the doctor’s office and he gave us something he had in his office; there was no going to drug store for a handful of drugs and shots. Back then parents used old time home remedies. And growing up with my mother taught me that one should be their own doctor, own counselor, own preacher and own banker. In this connection, we were taught to be independent and self-sustaining as much as possible. We were taught self-responsibility, and after school frequently worked on the farm doing chores. Water came from a well and a spring, and heat came from chopped wood used in a cooking stove and fireplace.
So much of the things we needed were made on the farm—clothes, quilts, food, toys, even soap. In this connection, life as we know it today is much easier, and I’m grateful for so many things I use and enjoy in life today, particularly zip lock bags. However in other areas, much has been lost, like individual freedom to a very large degree. I have been taught that freedom is self-responsibility and self-control, no more and no less than just that. We have gained much, but lost much relative to freedom.
Having been born in horse and buggy and T-model Ford days, I never cease to be amazed at having a computer. I can contact others around the world or get on a plane and fly anyplace. As great and wonderful as it is having and enjoying all the inventions and creativity of others, which makes life so much better than those years ago, it is the loss of individual freedom that is so disturbing to me. In this connection, I will be writing more on that subject than anything else—how we acquired it, why we have it, how we lost it, and why. This is a subject not so fashionable to discuss now a day. I studied the philosophy of freedom many, many years, and if I understand anything, I understand what constitutes freedom…the very thing this wonderful country was founded upon.
Freedom is a total concept and enslavement is a condition of degrees. Therefore, it is the degree of enslavement most have ignored. This has resulted in the pervasive disenchantment permeating the lives of the majority of Americans. Hence the current mantra is change, change, change, without any realization of what it is that must be changed. I will be writing about that subject in a manner one does not normally read nor hear about.
At least in my experience, not much has been written or discussed truthfully about the subject of freedom in the last 30 years. It seems all of a sudden about 30 years ago teachers and scholars on the subject just disappeared. The great teachers I knew and studied under seem to have vanished; the great economists, historians, instructors, brilliant writers and speakers, with one underlying theme in common, they understood the meaning of freedom.
Let Freedom Ring!