I called my grandmother this morning ( a belated Mother’s Day call). She lives in a retirement home in Arkansas. When I told her about Linda trying to get a teaching job, she told a little about her experience teaching. She said she and my grandfather both taught at a tiny school in Arkansas not long after they were married. He had the upper grades down stairs and she had 4th grade up stairs, and they lived in a little one room cabin the community had set up for the teacher to live in. Later my grandfather was promoted to superintendent, and she moved on to the next grade to stay with kids she was teaching. she eventually had to stop to have children (my aunts, uncle and mom) but taught between kids. When they moved to Kansas, she stopped teaching, and by the time they eventually moved back to Arkansas they’d changed the law to require a four year degree, so in spite of her experience, she was "unqualified" to teach. She just stayed home from that point on.

I’d never heard any of that before. That’s why I thing the journal aspect of blogging can be so important.