It wasn’t always the poor families who raised their children in houses that had no books or music, either.  Often they were families who just didn’t like books or music.  They’d rather watch TV or go to the races.  Families who love and respect books and music will get books and music into the house one way or another.  I would do anything for those families.

 

And sometimes, kids from these families would come to school hungering for something and not knowing what.  And once finally finding it, were transformed.  I loved that. I lived for that.  I still do, only at a different level now.

 

Some families teased their kids for bringing home books and wanting to read them.  Imagine.  Some parents got angry when their kids brought home books.  Books were suspect.  Books might contain something Uncle Reverend Billy-Bob didn’t already know.  Why does the kid want to read a book?  Nobody else in this family does.

 

I’ve posted about this before, but it bears repeating.  Back when classes were grouped (don’t get me started because some of you won’t like what I would say) EVERY KID in the top class knew dozens of nursery rhymes, poems, and stories, many by heart.  Down in the slowest group, few if any kids even understood the question.  They didn’t know no pomes.

 

Many of those kids weren’t grouped in the slow class because they were stupid.  They were in there because they’d been exposed to so little, culture-wise, that they had no frame of reference for much of anything that didn’t involve chaw, huntin’ dawgs, Nascar, Carhartt, the 4-H Fair, Junior Samples, and Blue Collar Comedy.  Not that there’s anything wrong with any of those.

 

People who don’t know poetry, music, books, and plays have no frame of reference when it comes to cultural literacy.  One thing builds upon another.  If we have no prior knowledge to bring to the table, it won’t much matter what’s on the table.  We won’t get it.

 

There are good books, poems, and stories about chaw, huntin’ dawgs, Nascar, and county fairs.  Great stuff.  Billy Coleman might have worn Carhartts.  He might have listened to the Blue Collar guys. 

 

By that same token, it won’t hurt literary-types to get outside and experience life, and do some physical labor.

 

We get too one-sided, we lose each other. 

 

But “A house without books is like a room without windows.  No man has a right to bring up his children without surrounding them with books, if he has the means to buy them.” –Horace Mann

 

And books for the children should be purchased before chaw and Nascar tickets for an adult.