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| Who knew such evil lurked beneath the Carol Brady hair? |
Well, coincidentally, today she wrote a school-related post on her blog, Lillian's Cupboard, about going to an inner-city grade school in Cincinnati during the Depression. It's an interesting read and has an adorable picture of a little girl with finger curls... (You can read it here.) What was most startling to me, though, was the poem she included. My mother wrote it at age nine in 1942 just before starting back to school for the year:
Poem by Lillian (9 years old) – August, 1942
I love to go to school
And see the teachers dear
There to teach us children
All through the year.
I love to go to school
To learn to write and read
And there to learn to be
Very good indeed.
I love to go school
Because it’s so much fun
For when I have gym
I sometimes get to run.
I love to go to school
Way up into June
For you see I am so anxious
School will be starting soon.
In autumn when the leaves are falling
We hear the children’s voices calling
I think how glad they must be
To go to school the same as me.
It's at moments like this that I question whether she's really my mother. And she was completely sincere in her sentiments. I, on the other hand, was about to grab for the bucket I haven't used since I had morning sickness.
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| My Grandmother |
I imagine my mother as a student -- very studious, intelligent, eager to please, quiet, respectful. In other words a teacher's dream. The same descriptive words could also apply to The Professor, though. Not long ago my mother and I were discussing our belief that all teachers really want is kids to behave and try. Academic excellence is wonderful, but I think most teachers would be happy with a roomful of kids who don't cause disruptions and who give their work their best efforts. For that reason, The Professor has always been well liked by his teachers, gets kudos on his report cards, and is usually described as so "nice."
I must say, though, that The Professor isn't quite the student-clone of my mother. She writes lovely little poems like the above. My son, on the other hand, tends to be a little more left of center. He recently filled out a 7th grade get-to-know-you sheet for a teacher. One of the questions was, "If you could have lunch with three people, living or dead, who would they be?" He wrote down his Grandpa Frank (deceased), his Grandpa David (deceased), and...Ed Begley, Jr."
You might also be interested in:
* The First Day of School Ritual
* Schools Days - Cincinnati - 1930s-1940s
* The Inmates -- Meet the Professor
