School days, school days
Dear old Golden Rule days,
"Reading and 'riting and 'rithmetic
Taught to the tune of the hick'ry stick. You were my queen in calico, I was your bashful, barefoot beau, And you wrote on my slate, "I Love You, Joe" When we were a couple o' kids.
Do you remember singing this song? I don’t really except the first three lines. Yet the nostalgia this song imparts will always remain in collective consciousness’s until those generations who do have passed on. And just for kicks, when I use to complain about the long walk to the school bus stop, my father would repeat once again, “Lizbit. I use to walk miles in the snow to get to school…” and then I said, “Ya, I know. And you use to write on the back of s shovel.”
All this may seem strange, but it really wasn’t that long ago that kids walked miles to school and depending on where you lived, particularly in the country on a farm, school days were determined by the farmer’s crops. Here is a short story for why kids go back to school the day after Labor Day: