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Longing for Miss Howard

Celebrate Homogeneity Wrote: Aug 19, 2012 8:38 AM
I'm a 1949 model myself. To give context to the younger readers, I came home from the hospital in a Hudson, and my maternal grandmother drove here Studebaker to the house to see her new grandson. It was a time we rode our bikes everywhere; we were taught not to take candy from strangers; and be home, or phone home, before the streetlights came on. And, George2 mentioned pocket knives. We carried 'em. Virtually every kid was in scouting, and even those who weren't had some sort of pocket knife. The teachers were aware of it, and nothing was ever said. It was just accepted as part of being a boy.
Celebrate Homogeneity Wrote: Aug 19, 2012 8:43 AM
cont'd Mr Tatro mentions the death of trust. That is one of the most sad things of all. When I was growing up, you soon learned who you could trust, and who to avoid. I believe several factors have led to the decline of trust. One is that we no longer are allowed stable neighborhoods where we can live among our own kind for decades at a time, where we became an extended family. Second is that the American populace is being constantly told to be afraid of something; we migrate from crisis to crisis. Many, if not most, are conditioned to be frightened of the latest boogyman (vaccinations, single lone males, cholesterol) and the resultant lack of trust.
Celebrate Homogeneity Wrote: Aug 19, 2012 8:45 AM
cont'd George2 mentions settling differences with boxing gloves. The feminization of boys was just dawning when I was in school, so, that was not something I ever witnessed. Maybe it was still true in small towns, but I grew up in a big city, where "progress" always starts.

Maybe it’s just my naivety, but I long for the days of Ruby Howard. 

Miss (not Ms.) Howard was not some former Hollywood silent screen star, nor was she a financial or political guru of the past. 

Miss Howard was simply my ninth grade Social Studies teacher. 

The simplicity of the 1950s, over a half-century ago, seems like another world and it almost appears we’ve been on a downward spiral ever since. 

We’ve had some moments of greatness offset with many moments that we’d just as soon forget. 

When I think of Miss Howard, I recall...