Tuesday, September 1, 2020

THE EDUCATION OF A PRAIRIE BOY PART II

     When I did my first prairie boy post I thought I had said everything. When I contemplated the post and looked at your comments I knew I had something else to say. 

     There was more education before starting my education in an institution. 

     In my preschool years I had contact with grandparents. Yes, all of you grandparents know how much you influence and teach your grandkids. My paternal grandparents lived about 8 or nine miles from us. We visited then about 6 or 7 times a year. 8 or 9 miles in the early 40's was a long trip for us. With horses we could not make the trip both ways. Okay, my paternal grandparents were German immigrants who came from Russia. Apparently they spoke very little English but that didn't matter to a little boy who didn't speak German. We chattered to each other all day to the extent that I had to be told later in life that they didn't talk English. Grandma was a great story teller and told stories of wolves and foxes that chased people. The people always got away in her stories. So we were exposed to a different culture. I remember staying with Grandma a few times. The food was different. They were independent for almost everything. They produced most of their own food and it was different. They received support from the Mennonites in Manitoba , Canada when they first came here.   

     My maternal grandparents were English and came here for the same reason as the paternal grandparent...economics. The maternal grandparent could not make a living in England. My grandfather was a butcher and went to farms when they wanted something butchered. My maternal grandparents lived about 500 miles away so we saw them only once a year. I remember visiting them twice. They lived in a town of 10000 and I thought it as a city. This was a huge place with all kinds of shops. These grandparents were supported by the church for a few years until they became established. So my Grandparents were like most grandparents and taught their grandkids about a different way of life. They also urged us to practice good behavior. 

      Children learn from other children. We had children living close to our farm so played with other kids all the time. Kids have to play with others to learn how to get along. Sometimes kids have a very effective way of getting their point across...they sometimes use hitting. 

     Many of the things you learn as a preschooler pop up later in your life to add meaning to what is going on. The stories my parents and grandparents told made things have more sense as life went on. I was my grandparents first grandson so there was a special photo . My paternal grandparents in front of their retirement home. My maternal grandparents are on the left. I'm on the far right .
  




25 comments:

  1. You did well to have so many old family photos. I enjoy learning about early settlers to Canada.

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  2. Hello, great photos of your grandparents. I was really close to my grandmother on my mother's side. I often spend the night at her home, We always had a fun time cooking, playing the piano and feeding the birds. Happy times and Happy Memories. Take care, enjoy your day!

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    1. There are more photos but I didn't get them.

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    2. I hope they are safe. I think my siblings have more of our family photos. Enjoy your day, wishing you a happy weekend!

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  3. You have roots in two very different cultures.

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    1. At times there were words behind each others backs. I don't know it the two sets of grandparents ever met.

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  4. Fascinating stories of your grandparents. I never knew my paternal grandfather and my maternal grandfather was ill and died early. So all I got was the grandmothers, both of whom were influential in my early years. Great memories, Red. Thanks for sharing them.

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    1. Grandma died about a year after the photo was taken.

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  5. How fortunate you are to know of your immigrant grandparents and some of their stories. You are passing them on to the later generations. There will come a time when the stories will become important to them too.

    How blessed is a child who gets to spend time with the grandparents. Most of the time anyway.

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    1. I am very interested in Western Canadian history and that includes the homesteaders. Of course, my one set of grandparents were homesteaders.

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  6. Hitting is indeed a good way of getting one's point across and I can thoroughly recommend it. Saves a lot of time and unnecessary words as I am sure The Micro Manager discovered when seeking an effective method for controlling her unruly husband,.

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  7. It is wonderful that you got to spend time with your grandparents and get to know them. Love the stories and the photos. I often think about the long journey my maternal grandparents took to get to America. Next year it will be 100 years since the day they arrived. How adventurous and brave our grandparents were back then.

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    1. My paternal grandparents came 115 years ago.

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  8. To hear stories from your grandparents is priceless. It was wonderful that you could spend some time with them back when you were young. My grandparents lived in the same town as us and my mother would always take us kids to visit her once a week. She lived about a 30minute walk away. My paternal grandmother lived two houses away from us. We were fortunate to have a great relationship with all of them.

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    1. We look back and see the love and appreciation our grandparents had for us.

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  9. Those are very special pictures. It is good to hear about your grandparents. I'm sure they were very important in your life. I think is is good for us to pass our family history down to our children and grandchildren.

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    1. Sadly my children and grandchildren live far away. My daughter lives in Chicago.

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  10. I had only one grandparent, my maternal grandmother. There were no stories from her until she was very old, and then I heard stories of her childhood. They were wonderful.

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  11. They were proud of us in their own way.

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  12. Good that she decided to open up.

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  13. OK..going to start back at the first post. I have missed a lot.

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  14. My grandparents in both cases came from the Netherlands following the War.

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  15. Lucky you to have known both sets of grandparents, Red, even if you didn't see them all the time. I never new my paternal or maternal grandmothers and have only fleeting memories of my grandfathers. They were all Italian immigrants.

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