Child was held back for not studying her first year in a one-room schoolhouse.
The first school I ever went to was a one-room country schoolhouse. I was a first grader, only girl in my class. There was one little boy in school and he was in my class, we got along fine at recess. With a rope around my waist he held the other ends in his hands and drove me around the schoolyard. Next time it was his turn and he was my horse, but as soon as the teacher rang the bell to start classes we went to our seats - but not to study. We would make faces at each other and laugh out loud, so she moved us one on one side of the stove and one on the other. But we would peek around, make a face and laugh out loud. Then she made us come to the blackboard, she drew a circle and told me to put my nose in it. Freddy was told to do the same. We were good until she turned her back, then we were up to the same old tricks. Needless to say, I never passed that year.
Mrs. Moody Messick
Back in 1955 a call went out from the editors of the then Capper’s Weekly asking for readers to send in articles on true pioneers. Hundreds of letters came pouring in from early settlers and their children, many now in their 80s and 90s, and from grandchildren of settlers, all with tales to tell. So many articles were received that a decision was made to create a book, and in 1956, the first My Folks title – My Folks Came in a Covered Wagon – hit the shelves. Nine other books have since been published in the My Folks series, all filled to the brim with true tales from Capper’s readers, and we are proud to make those stories available to our growing online community.
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