Wednesday, November 16, 2016

Lessons in the Schoolroom

LESSONS IN THE SCHOOL ROOM


It’s not just tea parties and pretty frocks at the Big House by the Park, the girls also know the value of a good education.  So between September and June a good part of every day is devoted to school work.  The third floor was originally a ball room, but the girls have made it their school room.  Since they don’t care much for boys, instead of pictures of Teddy Roosevelt and George Washington, the room is graced by Alice Roosevelt and Martha Custis.  Leah, who is ten and the oldest of the girls, is also the smartest and teaches most of the lessons. 

        The two most eager pupils are Gila Gali, the Jewish immigrant girl who knows she could never have gotten an education back in her shtetl in Poland, and Jane deLacey, who, coming unexpectedly from 1594, knows that she has a lot of catching up to do.

       Some of the girls teach things they have special knowledge of.  Savannah teaches French, Samantha teaches painting and drawing, and Jane deLacey teaches English history up to 1594, and Shakespeare.  She’d never heard of Shakespeare before, but certainly knows the language.  She is having trouble retraining her hand to write Spencerian script instead of Elizabethan secretary script.  She also can’t get her head around the idea that there is only one correct way to spell a word.

 
            Nellie teaches Social Studies and Current Events, with a focus on industrialization, immigration, and worker’s rights.  Today she is talking about the day the iron and coffee industries met.
            “This photograph was made three years ago, in 1901.  This is the Eiffel Tower, the tallest man-made structure in the world, built seventeen years ago for no other reason than to prove it could be done.  Next to it, up in the air, is Alberto Santos-Dumont, in his Number Six Airship.”

        “Alexandre Eiffel made his fortune and built his tower on the backs of the workers toiling in his foundries.  Santos-Dumont never did a day’s work in his life; his fortune comes from the sweat of the laborers on his father’s coffee plantation in Brazil.  The tower holds up an expensive restaurant, and the airship is one man’s clever toy.  Is this is how the industrial elites should use their power?  The plight of the workers is overlooked in the glare of these extravagant follies!”

 
            Jane raised her hand.  “An it please you, Nellie, may I speak?”
            “Certainly, Jane.”
            “You see there the suffering of the workers, I see a world where anything is possible.  I mean, ‘struth! ‘Tis a flying machine, for cryin’ out loud!  If such an iron tower that reaches to the sky can house a restaurant, surely one even grander can be built to house the poor.  If that is only the Number Six Airship, what a marvel will be the Number One Hundred!  In such a world, surely it is possible to bring fairness and justice to the downtrodden masses!”

 
            “That is our hope, Jane,” said Nellie, “in this new century, and a goal worth working towards.”
            “May I have this photograph, Nellie?” asked Jane, “I would that I could look on it daily, as a reminder of the wonders of this new age, and the promise of a better future for all, rich industrialists and oppressed workers alike!”
“It’s yours, Jane, and let us all do what we can to help fulfill that promise.
That’s all for toady.  Tomorrow we’ll begin a series of lessons on women’s suffrage.” 

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