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Doing a different kind of paperwork



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January 21, 2009
"Pssst. Yes, Virginia, there is....Oh. Wrong scenario. Yes, Willene, you can re-get the flu.''

So I have found out since last week's column. Or perhaps I just wasn't over it yet when I thought I was. At any rate, Mike and I holed up for the entire weekend last week—unheard of for us—and even then we felt tired, like we'd been drained of energy. Last night I tackled some paper work. "If they call school tomorrow (Friday), I could really make a dent in this,'' I said to Mike when my brain fatigued.

Funny, though, now that it has happened, my focus needs some fine-tuning.

Starting by throwing away the newspapers would be good, I figure. The trouble with me and throwing away papers, though, is that invariably I get sidetracked. Before throwing them, I went back to read all the letters to and from the editor. That reminded me of what a pivotal week is ahead of us. New president. Reminder of the sanctity of life—even—maybe especially—as it relates to the unborn. Staggering statistics! Sobering thoughts, as were the words in Catherine's column—written as though our country were addressing the president-elect. Things worth writing about, except others already have.

I chuckled over Bob Linck's comments about Dwight Jarrell. Thanks to his comments and Randy's of last week, I feel like I've met a pretty colorful editor from this paper's past. Sorry I never had the pleasure of shaking his hand.

As I folded the paper back shut, I noticed Tom's article about Marguerite (Best) Fosth with some of her former students. "That was the second Walker School teacher written about in the paper in two weeks!'' I thought, as I recalled the obituary of Marie Dahn.

Mike and I had both missed out on that visitation—probably actually were in the funeral home at the time her name was listed—but hadn't remembered her by that name. Now, had she been listed as Marie Tucker Dahn, we, along with most of Mike's old neighborhood, would have been there to reminisce about her no-nonsense approach to education.

How did those teachers of one-room schools do it? Mike's philosophy is something like this: "The younger kids listened while the big kids recited, the big kids helped the little kids, and if you got in trouble with Miss Tucker at school, you might as well not go crying home to Pa, because whatever you got from the teacher, you'd get from him as well.''

So that's what I learned from the last two Tri-City Times. Maybe my brain is too weary yet from the flu to think of anything new to share (sounds good, anyway), so I'll wrap this up and get on with the other kind of paperwork—the kind I've been avoiding.

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