Lessons Learned: Guest Blogger-
Grandpa A.
The One Room Schoolhouse
A
journal is a daily record of events and observations that occur. My journal
should have begun sometime around September 1, 1932 when I started first grade
and I learned how to write or print. My first
grade teacher, Miss Carlson, at the Carl Von Linnea School, would not be
pleased with the progress I made in writing if she were to read my writing
today. That first year was a learning experience for me and my other 13
classmates. Most of the country school teachers had two years of college
education, and in many cases, the teachers were not much older than some of the
eighth grade students. I recall there were five in my first grade class. Four
of the five graduated from college and one became an MD. The teacher taught all
grades and all classes, taught music, drama, phy ed, supervised the cleaning,
the heating, and was in charge of discipline. I don’t recall my problem, but I
remember spending a good deal of time standing in the corner in the front of
the classroom. We lived over three miles from school. One of the parents, Enoch
Johnson, converted his car to a bus and transported those of us from the
Minnesuing area to school.
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