Manuscripts/Mixed Material [Here We Can Be Glad #7]
seemed a long time. But it was more difficult to learn now than when she first came to America. Katherine thinks, " Only one year school in Poland country. No have time to go school in America. Work in mill all day, come home, work all evening. Wash, clean, iron, cook, care for leetle children. Too busy-go to school."
She sighs with relief, "No more school. No more long words. No more, 'Now Katherine you read the next page.' or 'Now, Katherine you take the next sentance on the board.' "
Those sentances on the board! Katherine could see them, one under the other. The strange, new words always tied her up inside. The teacher was so quick, he spoke so loudly her ears ached. It seemed that the less she understood the new words the louder he spoke. Sometimes the crayon would snap as he vigorously tapped the words on the board. When this happened she never know anything.
Of course it was a fine thing to go to school. To be to-gether, all learning. Their concerted efforts would help each one obtain his papers. Katherine was very proud of herself, nevertheless she was glad not to go anymore. She stretched herself at the thought. For two years, nearly every week, she would sit for two hours in those children's school seats. The parish school only had seats for children. The men never could find a comfortable position for their legs and feet and the women appeared stuffed into the seats.
Katherine smiles, "One man, foony, no sit down. All time stand up! One lady sit in front, without desk. Too