Back to (a One-Room) School

| 9/10/2013 2:44:00 PM

Tags: Autumn, Back to School, Floyd County, Virginia, One Room Schools, Donna Rae Barrow,

Donna BThe hazy days of summer are swiftly coming to a close. The summer crops are fading, there's a cool whisper in the evening breeze, and a lovely golden leaf floated to the grass outside my door yesterday. All this can mean only one thing: It's back to school time!  

I loved school as a child! Books that would crack when opened on that first day were filled with so many adventures and wondrous things. Pencils ... oh! the pencils! ... were finely sharpened and arranged "just so" in my pencil case. And NOTHING in the world was more intoxicating than the fragrance of a fresh ditto sheet! Today's students board modern buses with backpacks carrying digital tablets and scientific calculators. They disembark at their destinations of large, bright buildings and spend their days traveling from room to room for classes in Environmental Science, Calculus, Japanese, and English Literature. Lunch might consist of sushi or a burger with fries. For some, with schedules too filled with advanced learning, lunch may not exist.  

It was much different in my father's time. He grew up in beautiful and rural Floyd County, Virginia. He spent his summers working around the old home place, planting or harvesting, feeding animals or making hay. He was, however, a great student of all things and loved learning to the end of his days. While he was quite the prankster, deep down I know he liked going to school.

Robert Peters

A School Photo of Robert Peters

My father would walk to school along a dirt road, carrying a metal lunch pail that held a nice hunk of cornbread. He'd arrive at a one-room school house, where children of all grade levels would hang their coats and remove their galoshes in the cloak room. All would recite the Pledge of Allegiance and bow for prayer before each day began. The teacher would lead the children in lessons in reading, writing (in cursive!) and arithmetic, and students would complete their lessons on slates or on paper using a quill dipped in the ink well imbedded in each desk. The occasional long braid found its way into my father's ink well ... but that's another story. Drinks of cool water were dipped from a pail, and the same water was dipped to a bowl for hand-washing. Cold days in the mountains were warmed by the school's stove.  

9/13/2013 8:28:23 PM

Donna Rae, I actually attended a one room school house in third and fourth grade. We had 20 some students. We didn't have running water and the toilet was outside in the half moon house. During our lunch time the teacher would read to us and I fell in love with books. It so happened that the book she was reading was a Hardy Boys book. We found a little one room library in the town close by and although they didn't have the entire series, I read every Hardy boys book I could get. Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer were favorites as well. I liked school even after we left the one room school behind and moved to the city. Life has a way of trying to distract a person from the little joys of childhood but reading and learning has always been a favorite desire of mine through out my life time. Have a great school memory day.

9/11/2013 7:42:44 PM

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9/11/2013 7:39:51 PM

I enjoyed your post. We have visited several of these restored schools, and they are always interesting. I do appreciate my i-pad, though!

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