Trucks of Art
The big low ride is up and below the big high ride
Like me, some of you never had a 'real' hometown. I attended 4 different schools before I was14-15. My friend Fred graduated from HS after attending 12 different schools. I could never wrap my mind around that one.
I can remember three teachers. Miss Cherry, my first Grade teacher. I remember sitting in the corner a lot. Mrs. Grill (7th grade), KNEW how to keep my attention. She liked me, we spent a lot of time AFTER school together. Mrs. Brevard, 8th grade, who KNEW & TAUGHT Algebra. Math became a love.
Sherry knows people from her 1st grade. She graduated with the same bunch. Sometimes I think maybe if I had had roots I might have graduated. Our sons never had roots, and like me, have a GED.
(Most of the class of '56 remaining)
My dad the oldest of 13 kids had to quit school in the 3rd grade to work on the farm full time. He became self-educated, a farmer, WPA worker, ‘Loom Fixer’ and later a minister. He forced himself to study. He tried to impress on me the importance of education. BUT I told myself, 'Daddy didn’t graduate HS and became successful, why do I need it?'
I believe my sons thought the same. Neither I, nor my wife were able to convince our boys to graduate HS.
I think the mold is finally broken. The Grandloves all graduated HS, most finished trade-schools or 4 year Colleges.
One key it seems, was the ‘roots’, a hometown. Not all that wander drop out, but many do. We really do have a transient population now. Many women and men change addresses because of occupational opportunities but their offspring usually finish school, methinks.
PS: There are hometowns and adopted hometowns. They are not the same. But 'adopted hometowns' are as close as one can come who didn't live in the same town until they were adults. Most of those of the class of '56 lived in the same town or area their entire lives.