Today my eighty five year old friend Jean was triggered by memories of school years ago. Describing her classroom experiences brought the past into the present.
Hickory Stick Days
“School days – golden
learn by rule days. Reading, writing and
arithmetic to the time of a hickory stick.
I must have been so
naughty at school
I often remember
being canned
The headmaster took
us for English
And he marked the
books
If you had a “see me”
on the page
You knew you were
going to be canned
Not with something as
light as a hickory stick
The cane he used was
as thick as your thumb
And you often had to
hold out both hands together!”
A piece by Jean today
This triggered in another friend, memory of a widowed grandmother
with ten children and her struggles to bring all these kids up in a small house
with no running water, no indoor toilet and no electricity or gas. As the conversation ran on we were appalled
at how hard life was in those days. How
death stalked everyone’s life and how fragile each life was. Without those heroes that put in decades of hard
work and service so many youngsters or aged relatives would never have
survived. The fact that they did it
without social services or benefits seems remarkable.
Then, as we shared memories, everyone was struck by how
actually these poor homes were not isolated places but shared spaces where
grandparents, neighbours, cousins and friends
came and went. This fabric of community
life suddenly seemed so rich and fertile and full of social interaction. This new generation has all the benefits and
handouts but no such rich safety net around them. Instead, they inhabit a zone rich in
materialism but poor in every other way.
We were all shocked how quickly we found ourselves moving from thinking how
hard it was for people in those days to pondering how lonely ,isolated and
vulnerable this generation is in comparison.
In a world weary for want of a pattern of life to which to aspire,
perhaps we need to relearn forgotten skills in fostering relationships and
communities.
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