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[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => LITTLE RED SCHOOL HOUSE
[time] => 2004-01-07 00:28:01
[hometext] => I wonder if we could have survived walking many miles to school and back home in all kinds of weather, like our ancestors did? Enter the little red school house!
[bodytext] => I've always stood straight and proud, with my bell ringing tower held high, Most folks never paid much attention, nor even mentioned me for nigh..... I was just called the "Little Red School House", and expected to stand by! I looked like a castle, compared to most. I have 6 windows on both sides, so I boast. Most little school houses had none, at the most three. No bell towers, no fence, not even a tree! The majority were so poor, red paint was too rich. They white-washed the shingles, and hung the door upon a niche. Words leave me at a loss, to explain my history. Children must be taught, 'twas no mystery. Find a young single teacher was always first. Find a family to take her in, and nurure her aspersed. My construction was a community doing..... Each family contributed to build me, and supply their children's yoking. A huge pot-bellied stove in the center sat. Where everyone could feel it's warmth by the doormat. Snow boots, leggings, mittens, and coats, close. For many walked miles to participate, with frozen toes! A well-rounded education was taught in my inside. No discipline problems, parents were very strict! No one dare backslide! I marveled as I watched the teacher each day. She was a whiz, organizing several different levels, at different settings, in a different way! Listening intently, a passion for learning, each possessed. Everyone giving their very level best, as she finessed! Winters were long, and many times big blizzards blew! We had to spend the night if parents couldn't get through. One experience I can't erase from my memory bell tower Was the morning James was frozen to the seat of the outhouse, cold and bitter! The older boys had to lift him up, seat and all, carry him near the fire, so he could thaw! We then purchased a "slop bucket" to stay inside! Quite a luxury after all! My usefulness as an educator is now changed to antique. For I'm now a novelty for those looking to be unique! Small homes for newlyweds, or antique buyers. Also small churches, and cottages for retirers. I lived such an exciting life, you can be sure. I've got many memories packed in my bell tower secure. I used to see my former students as they drove by.... But most have died now...I outlived them all,. as I still stand ready, I can at last relax with a sigh! I always felt honored to be The Little Red School House. In my day, I was more important than the Fire House! At least that's what I've heard them say.... So, now, I know I've more than earned my pay! Created by Cheri Cam LeBren January 6, 2003 "Watch for the little old School Houses, see if you can pick them out as you drive down the highway?" [comments] => 5 [counter] => 144 [topic] => 21 [informant] => lovingcritters [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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