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My First Teacher...Sep 10 '00 Write an essay on this topic.Shortly after the Tyrannosarus disappeared my family and I took up a homestedad in Blythesville, Arkansas. My first teachers were my mom and dad. Not only did they teach me to read, write and speak properly. They taught me to ride a horse, feed live stock and banter with neighbors of all colors. My grandmother was a great one for quilting. She and her friends would gather around in a quilting bee and casually teach me through example how to sew a quilt. Make patterns and weave designs. I was most times in charge of the time restraints inherent in such an endeavor. I learned to tell time at the age of four or five. I spoke and understood Spanish fluently, as many of my class mates were Mexican. And in order to play with my friends I had to know how to speak to them. My father was a big one on counting money. He worked at a bank when snow was too high for crops. He often brought home penny rolls. In this way he taught me to count to fifty and beyound. I was about four at this It was my task to count the money. When I spent some of it. It was my task to subtract and give a total in accurate terms of what was left. My family was one of the first families in our small town to get a television set. I was only allowed to look at three shows as I set in my little homemade rocker of red in front of our tiny black and white set. They were, Captain Kangaroo, Shirley Temple and Meet the Press. I had no idea there was anything else on TV. Before the tv my mom and dad were big radio listeners. They did not like Amos and Andy though. My father felt sorry for the men who made the funny sounds and quips. He knew more about "whites" he would say, then they knew about "him." I learned to be proud of my color and my heritage listening to him. He was my first "superman". My hero! Many of my dad's and mom,s friends would come over on a Sunday afternoon, righ after church, and stay for Sunday dinner. Sometimes there would be twenty people at our kitchen table. My family played host and we all discussed the leading political topics and urgent issues of the day. My mom and dad were very much interested in politics and all laws pertaining to voting rights for Negroes. My father was schooled at home by my grandmother Irene, and my grandfather, Rufus Crawley, just as he was schooling me. He was proud of that. When he was asked about formal education, my daddy would say, "Horse Sense" is better"! And his vast land holdings proved he was right. My father was a farmer. My mother was a housewife. I was allowed to be a child. I played with other children, we made up games and we quizzed each other with child hood riddles. What goes up and never comes down?" "A hiccup!" Yes, I am for homeschooling. And I would hope that all children who are homeschooled experience the joy of un leveled learning and authentic education,just as I have. Of course when we moved to the big city, my mom and dad were forced by law to send me to public school. But, it was too late. I already knew everything I would ever need to know. Good luck to you.  |
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