A Church of Pinned Notes

Back in elementary school, I used to hear stories. Lots of stories. And, usually from people who thought us kids had it too easy. The tales usually revolved around having to walk 10 miles each way in "snow up to here!" to get to a 1/2 room school house with 120 kids sharing one chewed up pencil to do trigonometry lessons, the books of which were all in Latin. After school, they would all stare at the sun until nightfall, because it was the only thing to do for 100 miles in any direction. People had it rough back in the day. I'm convinced that most of these stories emanate from one child's experience from the mid 1800's in rural Wyoming and are leased out to every couple at the birth of their first child to use at their discretion. (Click HERE for the rest of the article)

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