|
Like most other country boys, I went to the National School
being transferred from Mame Shephards, who besides our school money, supported
herself by selling lollipops which my mouth often watered for when I had no
browns to buy them with. The mistress of my present school was a Mrs. Hoder, a
tall fine woman who had the misfortune to be lame & walk upon crutches I
remember some of the boys (of course not myself) running by mistake inside of
the dames crutches & turning her topsy turvey. The village parson adjudicated
on the accident, which terminated in several of us getting a good dressing down
and being turned out of the school. I was at this time about ten years of age&
ready for any mischief that came in my way, after leaving the old lady to set
herself upon her crutches again I was put to another school. I don’t know
whether my parents had given instructions for an extra dose of corporal
punishment, but this I know I got rather more than my usual quantity. |