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guess who did a lot of chopping wood?

I took my car to the mechanic's yesterday, all dressed in my running gear, because I planned to run a back route back to my house. The mechanic's dad drove up just as I was about to set off and offered me a ride home--he's such a gent; he's given me a ride home in the past. I told him no, this time I was going to get my exercise, but we chatted for a few minutes anyway. The mechanic is about my age (maybe slightly younger... everyone who is about my age is actually slightly younger), and his dad is about my dad's age--with many fewer teeth but more high spirits.

I love the dad--I love talking to him about his past in this town, when it was really a tiny rural farming community. I told him I'd seen a community TV interview with him about going to the one-room schoolhouse they used to have in town. "Oh yeah," he said. "No heat, no running water. Just a wood stove. If you were bad, you had to split the wood for it, so guess who had to split a lot of wood?"

He told me one time he put another kid's boot into the fire! ... Pranks are different when you have a wood stove in the mix!

I was thinking about how different his school experience was from my dad's. My dad went to school in Lexington, Massachusetts. Running water, heat in winter, no splitting wood, no outhouses. Same state, different worlds.

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May. 10th, 2018 10:47 pm (UTC)
Wow, a one room schoolhouse as recently as that!
May. 10th, 2018 10:49 pm (UTC)
Well, this would have been the 1930s, so not *that* recently--but yeah! I think there may have been one-room schoolhouses even more recently than that, but I'm just surprised to think of one in Massachusetts. Not Wyoming, not New Mexico, but ... Massachusetts!
May. 10th, 2018 11:21 pm (UTC)
Oh, thirties, yeah. I blipped on ages. My grandmother and her sisters went to a one room schoolhouse a bit earlier. Though I believe it lasted through the thirties.
May. 11th, 2018 02:53 pm (UTC)
Oh yes...same state different worlds I saw where I was brought up too...Interesting on wood chopping though...that kind of punishment I had never heard of before.. :)
May. 12th, 2018 04:20 am (UTC)
It's a kind of forward-looking punishment, in a sense, in that it's getting the mischief maker to do something useful and not hurting them.

I can imagine growing up you really did see huge differences!
May. 12th, 2018 05:55 pm (UTC)
That was *excellent* Loved the part where she sings “Gonna need some Fisherman’s Friend” and then says shogoing to need some chloroseptic or a stiff drink. Good song!

Also, congrats. This is the first ever LJ comment I’ve typed on my phone, and you’re the recipient.
May. 12th, 2018 08:46 pm (UTC)
Awesome. I type notes to myself on my ipod all the time and will never understand how people can type extensive things on phones.
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