Walk to School Day

| 6/26/2009 4:22:24 PM

Amish school yard

Back in my day, it was pretty clear.

The country kids rode the school bus.

Or their horse.  Or their snowmobile.  Or their John Deere.

Or if you are Amish, a horse and buggy.

Horse and buggy

It wasn't that the country kids wouldn't walk to school, it was just too far.  Up to 30+ miles for some in the district.

Sherry 'Woodswoman'
7/7/2009 11:24:55 AM

Cindy ~ Yes, it is sad that most kids have been stripped of their "kidhood rite". I love the cello story ~ that is priceless. Nebraska Dave ~ I envy you to have experienced a one-room school. I had never given a thought to the "recess" options now. No kickball (too traumatic). No grass - pave the playground. So sad. Hail to Louisa May Alcott - she had it right. Alice ~ Poor? I don't think so. From what I've seen of your published books, your childhood must have been one of the richest ones around. Country school included. Yes, memories are our best keepsakes. How can we get it back? Woodswoman/Sherry www.russ-stickacres.com (Where time stands still...)

Alice Matusiak
7/1/2009 7:28:27 PM

Yup, this walk down memory lane sure conjured up some memories of my own walking to school. I went to a country school that was one room, one teacher and eight grades. It was a mile from our home. Going to school didn't allow time to play around, but walking home, whether snow on the ground or not, was always fun; an old barn we kids liked to play in was on the way, and there was also a creek that we played around. If it was frozen over, we would take off our golashes so we could slide on the slippery soles of our shoes. (Mom wasn't too happy about that) We were dirt poor, so it cost money to buy new shoes. When I started highschool, I had to find a ride because there were no school buses back in forties. If my ride didn't show up it was a three mile walk to school. Memories are precious things.........what would we do without them.

Nebraska Dave
6/29/2009 1:26:21 PM

Sherry, I have been privileged to walk to many schools in my lifetime. The most memorable was the walks to the little one room school house at the country corner cross roads. I spent two years walking and riding the heavy duty fat tired one speed bicycle to that school. Third and fourth grade were definitely memorable years. I really can’t say that I walked up hill both ways in snow storms; in fact I don’t even remember walking in any snow to that school. Walking to school in the city was an entirely different experience. I definitely learned about the school yard bully. I was not much for intimidation and was at times the target. Come to think of it kids today don’t really walk or ride bikes anywhere. Too dangerous I guess. The swings, and teeter totters brought back some memories for sure. Our playground in the country had those and a merry-go-round but in the city it was more basket ball hoops, softball fields and gravel kick ball areas. I consider it the best part of an education to have been born and brought up in the country. – Louisa May Alcott.

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