Growing up, I had heard my mother share stories about her experiences being assigned to a rural one-room school for the 1932-33 school year. She had graduated from high school in 1930 and went on to get a teaching certificate. It was definitely a culture shock for her. She grew up “in town” with many conveniences of the times…like indoor plumbing and central heating (probably coal).
Besides having to live with a nearby family, she had to walk a distance to the school, start a fire in the stove, do general maintenance for the school building and get the classroom ready for 23 students from grades 1-8. The living experience by itself was new; then she had the challenges of her first year of teaching! she was a small, shy woman…barely 5’4″ tall. The older students (boys especially) were tough farm kids who often did not want to be there. Learning to teach a class of mixed ages was a challenge in the first place. Over the years she would share little tidbits of experiences that wore her down by the end of the year. She taught only one year!
From my memory of her stories, the whole year was a traumatic experience for her. Recently, I was going through a small photo album of hers from that time and saw a photo of that class. Her note on the picture says it all!
I also came across a box of valentines she had saved from that year…very interesting collection! Most of the valentines were signed politely on the back with “To Miss Lowry” and signed with a full name, many in neat cursive writing! Maybe by February 1933 things had settled down in her classroom!
I thought you might like to see how clever some of the valentines were:
It’s been a long time since I bought a box of valentines for a whole class, but I suspect none of them have such poetic ways to say, “Be My Valentine!” I wonder if kids today could write poems like these? What a treasured memory of my mother! Enjoy!
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