Agriculture, Cooperative -- Fiction; Country life -- Fiction; Farmers -- Fiction; New England -- Fiction; Villages -- Fiction
We are becoming better pioneers every year, though there are people
who think we are going back. We don’t care an awful lot about electric
lights and cement sidewalks as some of our progressive neighbors do.
We have the best streets within fifty miles of us and we are content
to walk in them or in footpaths along the sides. We get along very
well with kerosene lamps and on a pinch can use candles. We have good
schools and in them are using some methods copied from our Southern
neighbors. We try as far as possible to teach arithmetic and farming
together, reading and farming together, geography and farming together.
It’s just as good exercise we find for our young folks to figure out
how much five bushels of potatoes at a dollar ten a bushel will amount
to as it is for them to figure out how much five times one, decimal,
one and a cipher is. It’s just as easy for them to learn to read by
reading about flowers and simple gardening as it is about how the cat
caught the rat. It’s just as interesting for them to learn the physical
geography of the world, not as a separate study, but as part of their
dry-as-bones boundary statistics.
We are encouraging athletics in the schools. We are backing the school
teams with our attendance at their games and our applause. It’s a fact
that the average country boy needs gymnasium work more than the average
city boy. He needs the training, the drill and routine work.
We are teaching our girls to cook and sew. We are teaching them to
cook and sew economically. Both our women and our girls were getting
into the baker shop habit. When we started in we were buying city-made
bread. Think of it, in the country of home-made bread, where we have
both material and time! We don’t buy much baker stuff now.
We don’t buy as much patent medicine as we did. In the first place,
there isn’t a store in town--not even the drug store--which carries it
any more. A man wouldn’t dare. If you want any of the stuff you have
to send to town for it, and while this is still being done no one lets
anyone know he’s doing it. Those with the habit get it and swallow it
the way they do their rum and most of them know pretty well that this
is all it is.
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