Schoolteacher in Rural Schoolhouse

Taught in one-room schoolhouse during World War II

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I do remember very well teaching in a one room school in mid-Missouri during World War II.

Gasoline was rationed, so I walked 3 miles each way to and from school. Shoes were also rationed, therefore I wore heavy boots so they would last the allotted time until another shoe stamp was due.

I recall one September noon hour when an exciting softball game was in progress. I had kicked off my shoes to increase my speed if I should hit a ball. As I was standing on first base, a tall, well dressed, city looking, business-like salesman came walking straight toward first base. He asked where he might find the teacher and I vowed she wasn't there. I had no trouble looking like one of the students since several 7th and 8th graders were taller than I and almost as old.

If I had identified myself as the teacher, he'd still be telling folks about the dusty, sweaty, barefooted hillbilly teacher!

Viola Terwilliger
Belle, Missouri


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