I was a small child in the 40's and grew up in the 50's. These are dates you have to remember. I think only one of my follower was running around before me.
I grew upon the prairies of Western Canada. In one of my last posts I told you that I was born at Esk, Saskatchewan Canada. Because of the wide open spaces the main part of the education system was the one room country school. School areas were set up so that kids rarely had more than 3 miles to go to school. Transportation was mostly walking and sometimes by horse. I was lucky. Our farm was one mile away from the school.
However , education does not only consist of formal classroom activities. We learn many things when we are away from school. A young prairie boy could find many things around him that taught him things.
So here goes for my education before entering a formal education system. I was fortunate enough to have a younger brother who was less than year younger than me. That seemed to accelerate the learning.
We lived on a small farm that was still suffering from the effects of the depression. As a result there was quite a selection of very old machinery. So as little boys we clambered over every piece of machinery in the yard. We tried every lever on every machine. We climbed everything we could climb trees, haystacks, straw stacks wood piles, barn structure and tried to climb many of the old wooden telephone poles.
One activity was to whack everything we could with a hammer and see what sound it made and how strong it was. One time we whacked a spark plug on an engine and were greatly dismayed when the spark plug broke. We knew we were in trouble but we didn't tell Dad preferring to wait as long as possible for the punishment.
There were many other children in the other area to play with. Kids learn from each other.
Our house was small so most of the time were played outside. We wandered through fields and brushy and treed areas. I remember seeing a yellow warbler for the first time as I was crawling on my hands and knees through the willows. There were many birds in the yard and nearby area,
There were many animals on the farm.
Mom read to us almost every night. The four of us would get in bed to listen to Mom read. I remember the Thornton Burgess books. She read them over and over. There was also a religious set of books called the Sugar Creek Gang.
Each day started with reading a portion from the bible and prayer. In the winter this ritual was added after supper (the evening meal).
And then of course there was Sunday school. We listened to bible stories and memorized numerous bible passages. I memorized the 23rd Psalm and probably 23 more Psalms. I don't think I memorized the one with 119 verses. Now in Sunday School we were told that some activities were sin. Since something was sin like smoking we had to try it as soon as possible.
As a preschool kid there were many useful and interesting things to learn . Next I'll try school bust I will continue to learn things out of the school setting.
Your childhood sounds quite wonderful. Lucky you that your mom read to you each night. Back in those days I don't think that was very common. Maybe I am wrong. My mom did read to us children but not often enough though somehow I seem to have developed a good interest in reading.
ReplyDeleteWe didn't have anything else...no TV , no radio.
DeleteI seem to recall that one of the lesser known commandments is "Thou shalt not hit a spark plug with thine hammer". Another is "Thou shalt not call thyself Red when thy name is Keith". How did that happen anyway? A good topic for another blogpost. Were you a dirty no-good communist?
ReplyDeleteYou cover 4 topics in one reply! Well, in those days I was too good on commandments! Red came about when I first tried to set up email. Keith Kline was taken so I said it will be REd for Red Deer! there will be more posts on the topic , but as a matter of interest Saskatchewan had the first NDP party ...socialist.
DeleteWe learn so much when we are very young. All that reading your mum did set you up for a lifetime of learning. I take my hat off to her, I found it very hard to read to four kids
ReplyDeleteI often look back at Mom reading to us as a very beneficial activity.
DeleteI am from 1947 and grew up in the fiftees aswell. But my circumstances were very different as I lived in the city of Amsterdam. But as there were not many traffics in those days, we could play in the streets without dangers. Have good memories of my youth.
ReplyDeleteThe key is that you were out experiencing and exploring.
DeleteThe Sugar Creek Gang mention stirred a well buried memory. Had you not mentioned it, I am sure that I would have gone to my grave not remembering.
ReplyDeleteAn Aunt gave then to us for birthdays and Christmas. We probably had the whole set between us. I still have mine.
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ReplyDeleteGreat memories. Sounds like you had a nice childhood, which made you into the great person you are today. Take care, enjoy your weekend!
Well, be careful on the description great. It might go to my head.
DeleteI loved the Sugar Creek Gang books. My fourth grade teacher would read them to us every day after lunch, and if we were good and finished all our work, she would read more before we caught the bus home.
ReplyDeleteAs a retired teacher, I have enjoyed reading about your career experiences and look forward to hearing more about childhood on the Canadian prairie.
Thanks for visiting Hiawatha House. Interesting how many people are acquainted with the Sugar Creek Gang books.
DeleteI grew up in the 40s and 50s, too, but I'm not as old as you. Almost! My memories of growing up are different, but I was fortunate to have a younger sister to play with. We did girl things, like play with dolls and make mud pies. Great memories!
ReplyDeleteI know we made mud pies too!
DeleteWhat nice memories you have growing up. I grew up in the 60s and have lots of good memories. I used to love to ride my bike everywhere but I did walk to school, it was about a mile away. Thanks for sharing and have a wonderful weekend.
ReplyDeleteRed your bike everywhere is key. You got to explore the area.
DeleteI love hearing your childhood memories. I think kids in the past had more opportunity to explore and learn things on their own. Growing up on a farm offered many advantages. How funny, but true that you say: "Since something was sin like smoking we had to try it as soon as possible."!
ReplyDeleteWe were free range kids!
DeleteI drew my first breath in 1941. I started out in the city but by my seventh birthday we had left the city behind for a country existence — water from a hand-drawn well, no indoor plumbing, no automobile, gathering eggs from the henhouse while avoiding the rooster’s spurs. I identify.
ReplyDeleteI think you meant the 119th Psalm, which has 176 verses.
We were assigned lots of memory work in school and Sunday school. do you remember the prizes we were given like pencils
DeleteI grew up in the 50s and 60s in Newfoundland but we played outdoors as you did. Days weren’t long enough for us to explore everything there was to do.
ReplyDeleteGreat memories!
The outposts were a different world. You had a beach all of your own.
DeleteI am also a child of the 40's and 50's, and I grew up on a small farm in Oregon's Willamette Valley. We played outside a lot, and our toys were stuff we found too. We wandered fields and wooded areas and played in the dirt.
ReplyDeleteI think our kids would be better off if they still played in the dirt.
DeleteWell I am a trad younger than you but still grew up on a farm where we played outside all summer and made our own fun...part of that fun was caring for cattle, dogs, chickens and a massive garden. I wish my Mom would have read to us ...she considered reading a waste of time so we had no books in the house except the Bible and in the garage there was an old Veterinary Manual...I read everything I could get my hands on...even my Dad magazines he kept under the seat of the car:)
ReplyDeleteWe did all these things as children and never missed anything. It's a good thing that there was no TV.
DeleteThere wan an old harrow in the field across the road. Of course we climbed all over it. I was the only one who fell off. Cut open my scalp the like a harrow point. Mom had all the neighbors pass judgement on the cut, and in so doing, they discovered we all had lice.
ReplyDeleteThat's priceless! You had me thinking about some specialized medical treatment.
DeleteLove reading this view of your very early life, Red. So different from my early years growing up in a big inner city until I was eight years old. Interestingly, we started public school every morning with a prayer, and I knew the 23rd psalm by heart back then too!
ReplyDeleteYes, a potion of the bible was read every morning and the Lord's prayer said.
DeleteSuch an interesting childhood -- it must seem like another world now. I love how kids were left to their own devices, to explore whatever engaged their curiosity. Interesting that you remember the yellow warbler sighting!
ReplyDeleteI have been known to say to my kids"I can't believe what I'm saying!"
DeleteThanks for sharing a view into your early childhood, Red. it seems that children can make do and explore with anything that's around, including those old pieces of machinery. How long after did you father discover the broken spark plug?
ReplyDeleteI'm not sure how long it was before Dad discovered the breakage , but it wasn't long enough for us. However, ee got the licken and then could go on without any worries.
DeleteYou are so droll! What great stories you tell!
ReplyDeleteI have lived an interesting life. Stories are easy.
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