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Let's go back in time.
we're talking in the 70's. Late 70's - but still the 70's.
I was in first grade. Miss Clayton. She was the first grade teacher I had that I loved. I remember she was a "Miss" & not a "Mrs." like the other first grade teachers & wondered why she wasnt married because she was pretty wonderful. Aren't all first grade teachers wonderful? After all, I loved school & loved to learn & loved everything about first grade - so of course, Miss Clayton was the cherry on top of the educational sundae.
...until one day...I saw her ugly side...
After lunch, we would have "music time" & she would put on a vinyl album... yes... the school assigned record player of the day - they were massive! And you can imagine the sound quality. But it was great after our lunch time & our milk break, we would have some time to sing along & clap our hands to some music. First grade songs are always so catchy & peppy & full of fun.
So tell me why.... WHY????... one day, she put on Tom T. Hall.
I can honestly remember this like yesterday. My despise for country music started young I assume.
At the end of the song, Miss Clayton said, "Did everyone love that? Want to hear it again?"
I raised my hand & she called on me, "Yes Rebecca?"
"Miss Clayton - I did not like it & dont want to hear it again".... momma didnt raise someone to hold back the truth.
|(I just saw Tom T. Hall got inducted into the Kentucky Music Hall of Fame this year... hate I missed that)|
Well, Miss Clayton must not have been in a good mood because then she told me, "Well, Rebecca, you can wait out in the hall" - & she told me to take my chair out in the hallway & wait while the class listened to the song again.
Now, I'm the kid who NEVER got in trouble in school...
I dragged my chair in front of the class out the door... the drag of shame is what I call it now. All the other students staring like, "Ohhhh - you shouldnt have said anything"
I remember sitting in the hallway hearing all the clapping & singing again... of that horrible man, Tom T. Hall.
When the song was over, Miss Clayton came & got me.
OK - this enforced me to never do anything wrong again in school. Sitting in a hallway by myself in a 100 yr old school building was just plain creepy...especially for a 6 yr old. I never wanted to have to do the "drag of shame" again... it formed me into a pretty good student the rest of my 12 years.
....on the other hand... I cringe anytime I hear the sounds of Tom T. Hall. Its actually a running joke in my family. If he was ever on The Grand Ole Opry, my parents would yell for me to come see... even up until I got married & moved out - I'd still get a phone call letting me know what he was on. And even now, I'll still get a random email every now & then with a You Tube video of, as I call him, he-that-should-not-be-named. Forget Voldermort... Tom T. Hall earned that title YEARS ago...
See the effect a teacher has? 34 years later & I'm still needing therapy over it all.....