|(Generic Kindergarten class of 1956. I'm not in this picture.)|
Now that I think about it I wonder why a bunch of five-year-olds needed a nap at 10:00 a.m.? I can only guess that the first hour and a half or so of Mrs. Armstrong's day was pretty brutal.
|Barbara Billingsly as June Cleaver|
Boy, have things changed!
These days, as far as I can figure, kindergarteners don't do anything that doesn't have a clearly-defined educational purpose. I think it's great. They're still developing social skills but they're also getting a head start on reading, 'riting and 'rithtmetic. Makes sense to me. In 1979 I taught my son to read two and three letter words when he was two. Now his son reads, speaks Spanish and is learning fractions at age five.
I wasn't introduced to fractions until I reached the fifth or sixth grade.
Tyler's sixth birthday is coming up soon. I talked with him about it a couple of days ago in the car.
|Tyler Goold Williams,|
Five and 11/12ths years old.
"Soon!" he answered precisely.
"That's right! And, how old are you going to be then?" I asked, imagining myself the Art Linkletter of the 21st century.
"SIX!" He was really excited now.
"So, how old are you now?" I inquired, trying to help his elementary concept of mathematics.
"FIVE AND ELEVEN-TWELFTHS!"