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Colonial Classroom

Posted by elainemcooper on August 19, 2011

Posted by Elaine Marie Cooper

Oldest School, St. Augustine, Florida

The life-changing event in every child’s life called “going to school” is described with poignancy in the autobiography of renowned author and politician, William Allen White. (As quoted by Eric Sloane in The Little Red Schoolhouse):

“Ma was in the doorway,” he wrote, “and I left her full of tears, for she knew, having taught school, that I would never come back her baby. She knew that I was gone out of her life as a child and would return that noon a middle-aged person, out in the world for good and all.”

That was the in 1870’s. But not much has changed today when it comes to a mother’s eyes welling with tears while bidding farewell to her child on that first school day. No doubt, many parents in 2011 will feel as William White’s mother felt so long ago.

The American tradition of going to school began early. In 1647, the colony of Massachusetts passed the Old Deluder Satan Act, requiring any town with 50 or more households to hire a teacher for reading and writing. If there were 100 households, that upped the requirement to operating a grammar school for older students. This law was passed because parents became lax in teaching the basics of reading and writing, and the concern was that the colonists be able to read their Bibles. Hence the name of the law, so “that old deluder, Satan,” could not “keep men from the knowledge of the Scriptures.”

A Hornbook

While schools today fight to keep Christianity out of the curriculum, the education of young colonials was filled with prayers and the Bible. The usual tablet for teaching was called a hornbook, a wooden paddle with a parchment inscribed with upper and lower case letters as well as the Lord’s Prayer. The written document was affixed to the wood with a thin layer of processed cow’s horn—the colonial version of lamination.

Some youngsters began their schooling in a “Dame School” which was held in someone’s home where the children learned the basics of reading by the woman of the household. These dame schools were often the sole education for young girls.

If there was a schoolhouse in the community, it was one room and the schoolmaster that was hired was usually a young, unmarried man, who took the job before settling on a trade. Boys went to school in the winter for several weeks when there were no crops to tend. Girls (if they were lucky) went to school in the summer.

Dame School

New England schools were numerous and paid for by local taxes. Farther west and south, these one-room places of learning became more scarce. The two colonies with the greatest numbers of formal schools were Virginia and Massachusetts—the first two colonies founded on American soil.

One of the more famous schoolmasters in colonial Connecticut started out teaching in the small community of East Haddam in the winter of 1773-74. The eighteen-year-old Yale grad was described as handsome, athletic and kind. Author Eric Sloan wrote that this teacher was so well liked that his students gave him a send-off party when he took a position in the larger town of New London.

“I’ll miss you,” the departing teacher said. “And I wish that part of me could stay back in East Haddam with you. I do regret there is only one of me.”

As this schoolmaster headed for his new teaching position, the rumbles of the Revolution were being felt. He joined the Continental Army while still a teacher in New London. But his other profession was as an American spy. When the British discovered secret military plans written in Latin and Greek and hidden in his shoe, Nathan Hale was arrested and then hung.

His famous last words embodied the spirit of the Patriot cause: “I only regret that I have but one life to lose for my country.” Nathan Hale, beloved schoolmaster, was hung on September 22, 1776.

Nathan Hale Schoolhouse, East Haddam, CT

His schoolhouse in East Haddam is now a museum overlooking the Connecticut River.

4 Responses to “Colonial Classroom”

  1. Fascinating, as always Elaine. I had to chuckle over my morning coffee, though, when I read the quote about going off to school and coming back a “middle-aged person.” That’s priceless, and thank goodness not literally true. But I certainly understand the sentiment. I fought the tears as I took all three of my kids to school, especially that first time, when their backpacks were practically bigger than they were. And the story of Nathan Hale is so poignant. I’ve heard that famous quote many times but never knew the story behind it. We have some Hales in our family heritage, but who knows if Nathan is part of it…maybe some research is in order. It would be humbling to discover this proud patriot was one of my ancestors. Thank you, and blessinsg.

    • Hi JoAnn, I still can get teary-eyed thinking about those gradual steps of letting go of our children as they make their way in the world. My youngest had trembling lips that first day of kindergarten, which completely took me by surprise since he had been fine in his two years of preschool. I bravely let him go into the capable hands of his teacher that I knew well—and promptly went home and cried all morning!!

      Yes, I found that story about Nathan Hale so touching. And perhaps you are related. ;-) Time to do some family research!!

      Thanks for stopping by and have a blessed day!

  2. Nice job! We were just talking about teaching yesterday. One of our Amish neighbor boys taught school for a year and then came back…haven’t seen him yet to find out why he’s not going on. Our dil got a different high school teaching job, and our youngest son is still looking.

    • That is so interesting about the Amish neighbor boy teaching—a tradition as old as America. And your family is filled with teachers! An honorable, wonderful profession. :-) My niece has been an elementary teacher for years and I am so proud of her. Thanks for commenting!

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