My one-room school experience
All of them have a loneliness about them, a desolation, and a feeling for the people that once passed through their sturdy walls. Whether they’re in decay, or in some form of preservation, or still being used, the one-room schools that once dotted the landscape are a symbol of an age gone by, of education taught the “good old fashioned way,” of a time when life was less complicated, more innocent.
When I heard that Tammy and Kelly Rundle had produced an award-winning documentary, “Country School: One Room — One Nation,” I jumped at the opportunity for a viewing. As with most of the 50-plus people in attendance, memories of my own country-school experience came flooding back.
My one-room school experience was atypical. I didn’t walk three miles, barefoot, uphill both ways, nor was I beaten with a hickory stick, nor did I eat lard sandwiches. Us “town kids” were bused from Prairie City out to a country school for a year while a new school was being constructed.
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