In our rural community, we didn’t have phones till the early sixties.Only one or two mothers in the whole community worked. Most families had only one car, so women were most likely home unless they walked to a near neighbor’s home for coffee accompanied by their infants and toddlers. The point of this story is, when we got in trouble at school, the news often beat us home. I don’t know how, but Mother invariably knew what I’d gotten in trouble for. I suspect my older sister may have ratted me out, or the teacher sent a sneaky note home by her, but news always got home. A few times, my mother heard through the grapevine. It was certainly a different day and time. Should my offense be minor, Mother took care of the problem, but if it were a matter heinous enough to warrant a note or invitation to a conference at school, I had to deal with Daddy. That was never nice. It would have been so much happier for me if my parents had held the teacher’s attitude or methods responsible, but alas, the judgment came right back to me.
Enjoyed it . Thanks for sharing
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Wow, that was rough, Linda. 😦 — Suzanne
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Hahahahahaha! Back in the day of responsibility. 😉
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That is so true! Bad news always traveled the fastest through the grapevine!!
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Got me every time.
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Hahaha!
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I was fortunate to have a nice one room schoolhouse teacher who served as a mom to us when we were there. Taught us hundreds of things besides school work.
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That sounds so good. Maybe you could post about this. I would love to know more.
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Maybe?😉
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Please send me a list known if you do.
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okie dokie
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I guess today’s teacher would wish that the parents still stick with them like in the old days….
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You know it!
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You say it! 😉
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How annoying for you! Teachers, eh?! 🙂
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It was rough.
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That grapevine always moved at lightning speed !
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Got me every time!
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The nuns were just as tough. There were four of us going to the same shool at the same time and my mother used to bake 24 loaves of bread a week to help pay for our tuition. If we got in trouble my mother knew it before we hit the back door. OUCH!!!!
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No escape for the wicked, was there?
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Nowadays it’s ALWAYS everyone or everything else’s fault, NEVER the precious kids – poor little misunderstood angels 😱
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Yea, I sure wish my parents had felt that way. They knew me too well.
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Mine knew me too well also Linda
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It’s a curse!
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