from my other blog….
Mrs. Whitlock was one of those teachers who taught in the little one-room schoolhouse. She taught both my father and my uncle, during the 1940’s.
Fast forward to the 1970’s. We lived in the same neighborhood where my father had attended school. He lived on a farm, and walked to school. The little schoolhouse, though abandoned, was still standing. It was within walking distance from our home. I walked by it, but I saw all the “No Trespassing” signs and was afraid to actually go inside the building. By fifth grade, I had developed a conscience, and was never able to break any rules without feeling extremely guilty–even if no one was around to see it. [Of course, now as an adult, I realize this is also a gift! Having instruction of Right and Wrong is truly priceless.]
Those old schoolhouses had all the grades in one room…
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