by Anniel 12/9/16
Yesterday our grandson Gavin, who is now 10, came over with his dad. He was reading to me from a new book. I complimented him on his improved reading skills and he said, “Yes, but I still have trouble with the words that have lots of cylinders.”
I tried hard not to laugh as I corrected the word. The truth is, I have trouble if the words are over six cylinders myself.
I don’t understand why, but for the first time in weeks his words gave me hope for the American family, and I went to bed still chuckling. I kept thinking about the goodness of children and how some kids manage to keep their innocence and joy a little longer than others. To them losing a tooth is more exciting than “Saving the Planet.”
It seems that children go to school now and get more Sex Ed than they do reading, writing and arithmetic. One big objection I have to the public schools is how children are taught lies and never any critical thinking skills. The curricula currently in vogue is designed to frighten children and push socialism and global warming. Add Social Justice, political correctness, feminism, self esteem, gender confusion, a trophy on every shelf, and it’s no wonder we’ve raised snowflakes afraid of life itself. Children become prey for the power hungry monsters they’ve never learned to recognize.
Thanks to Michelle Obama the poor dears are also half starved.
Think back on your own childhood. What were your circumstances? Rich, poor? What did you know with certainty you would have to do when you grew up? Graduate from High School then find a job. Maybe college. Leave your parent’s home and become an adult. Were you ever afraid you could not succeed? Did your family help you learn every needful thing? Were you allowed to be happy? At home? At school?
I have come to believe that most schooling today is totally different from my experience. My elementary School was named after Abraham Lincoln. My mother had attended the same school, and it was and is perfectly adequate and the basic brick building is still in use today. No frills, a classroom with a chalk and cork board, and what we called a cloak room, which also had shelves for storing lunch sacks and boots. We mostly ate lunch at our desks. We didn’t get a hot lunch program until I was in 5th Grade, and then we had to take turns serving the food and help clean up after. We had to wear hair nets for lunch duty, even the boys. We knew why we wore them.
Girls wore dresses, boys wore denim trousers that their mothers had actually ironed. The also wore white undershirts and outer buttoned shirts, tucked in. Some mothers were said to have sewn lace on shirt bottoms to make sure they remained tucked in.
Most classes had at least 30 students, and some had many more. The principal could paddle an unruly student. We started the day with the Lord’s Prayer and the Pledge of Allegiance. Each classroom had the U.S. Flag and the State Flag near the teacher’s desk. We had homework.
All assemblies and other school events began with prayer and a patriotic song. I think even PTA meetings did the same. Teachers kept large bibles on their desks and taught from the scriptures on occasion. The now maligned Ten Commandments were prominently displayed, as were the Declaration of Independence, the Preamble to the Constitution and the Gettysburg Address. We loved John Hancock and his audacious signature on the Declaration. When adults signed legal papers they would say: “Put your John Hancock right here.”
We had one recess at noon, and a shorter one about an hour before school ended. In autumn and spring we went outside and played softball, or used the tricky bars and monkey rings. We had slides, hopscotch areas and jump rope and other areas for playing jacks. Every boy had a pocket knife and played mumblety peg. We played Red Rover, Mother May I, Dodge Ball, Crack the Whip, and had rope pulling contests called “Tug of War.” An all girl side sometimes won. We appointed a student as a referee for whatever the whole school did.
During winter we had a small gym where we climbed ropes, shot baskets and generally had fun and played hard. We also singly jumped rope indoors.
We were taught the basics, read aloud in groups, had class and school spelling bees, read and wrote poetry and essays, went on field trips, and had art and music once a week. Most of my teachers played the piano.
Some kids were bullies until another kid whopped them. No one got expelled for fighting, although they might make a trip to the principal’s office if they were an older student picking on a younger one. My mother was always a Room Mother for one of us so she was continually aware of what we were learning and how we were behaving. Oh, the Book Mobile came every week since we had no main library.
There are other things I remember well: winding the Maypole, I loved watching the colors braid; learning line dancing like Virginia Reels; folk and square dancing; singing Stephen Foster songs from the Civil War Era, learning Negro Spirituals. Two of my favorite songs to this day are “Tenting Tonight” and “Old Black Joe.” We sang “God Bless America,” “America the Beautiful,” and the National Anthem, all verses.
My 6th Grade Teacher became my good friend for as long as she lived. I owed her so much.
We did all of these things while WWII was raging. No one shielded us from anything. We bought War Bonds at school, paying installments of 25 cents a week until our stamp books were full and turned in. The next week we got our bond to take home. Our friends lost brothers, uncles and fathers in the war. We wrote letters to servicemen from our town. In the older grades we studied the battles being fought. Gasoline and some foods were rationed. In cities blackouts were in effect.
We had hard work to do at home. Polio, and other epidemics of childhood illnesses took their toll on us, our friends and neighbors. Were we fearful while life was going on around us? I don’t recall that we were. Life was what it was. We were reared to be more tough and resilient then.
I thought as I chuckled about my grandson, that cylinders by themselves are inert and empty. Until they are loaded they hurt no one. The progressives, the SJW’s and the MSM load calibers of lies and hate into their cylinders and use them for harm. The words are aimed at the glorious Founders, the Constitution and shot like Gatling guns at those who love our country. The words they use are not simple and true, not even real words anymore. We are automatically maligned as racist, privileged, and other things that end with “phobic, phobic, phobic.” We are guilty of them all. Just say them and they are assumed to be true.
If we or our parents spoke ill of someone, it was because we knew our words were the Truth. If we didn’t learn beautiful non-PC cylinder words when we were young, we need to learn true ones today, even if the words are only one or two cylinders. Use six or seven cylinder words if they stress a good point. Use truth without fear so our friends and relatives know what we think. Learn to be brave again.
Clear the air in public discourse. How else can our children and our children’s children through the coming generations learn the Truth that will make them free?
God bless America.