In our rural community, we didn’t have phones till the early sixties.Only one or two mothers in the whole community worked. Β 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. Β The point of this story is, when we got in trouble at school, the news often beat us home. Β I don’t know how, but Mother invariably knew what I’d gotten in trouble for. Β 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. Β A few times, my mother heard through the grapevine. Β It was certainly a different day and time. Β 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. Β That was never nice. Β 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.