And It Wasn’t All Bad, Was It?
I don’t usually pine for the Good Ole Days because I am blessed to believe that every day I am allowed to live is a Good Day; however, I must admit that when Texans United subscriber, Chuck Ratliff, sent me some old photos, I did experience a bit of nostalgia as I looked through them…and I remembered…so many memories. I think you will feel the same way I did.
This first photo brought the most powerful flood of memories. It is a scene that I saw every single day of my school years, one that brings back so many memories long forgotten. How many times I sat and stared at that letter chart that always stretched around the room. Of course, I could never make my letters look like these, but at least I understood that this was supposed to be the goal for each of us.
I’m pretty sure that it was a rule that every teacher’s pull down map or maps be yellowed and frayed…at least that is the way it was in my classrooms, and I’m betting it was the same in many of yours.
And then there was the old black chalkboard that you can see behind the map in the photo. I can actually smell the chalk lying the tray that I know is located just below the board and beside the erasers. I can even remember the excitement of being the one chosen to go outside and “dust the erasers.”
Today, I certainly understand the importance of computers, smart boards, and the Internet. However, I also know that there is much to be said for the education that millions of us received with only the simple tools pictured above and those old teachers who refused to accept anything short of our best…those teachers who had never been told that school should be fun, and quite often it was not…unless you happened to be the one chosen to dust the erasers!