In rural Ozark communities, a single schoolhouse served all ages and skill levels. One teacher managed multiple grades in a room heated by wood stove, where children walked miles to attend when work on the farm allowed.
The schoolhouse is cold this morning. You can see your breath. The youngest students sit on a bench near the stove while the older ones copy letters on slate at their desks. The teacher moves between groups, listening to one child read aloud while another practices arithmetic on a scrap of paper.
Reflect
What was your own school day like? How did it compare to walking miles through mountains to learn from one teacher?