My aunt loved this book, and chose to give her autographed copy to me, calling me “the reader in the family.” I appreciated the honor, but I felt a little dubious about the book. I read Jesse Stuart’s “My World” as a teen because someone thought that I should read his works since I was a Kentuckian. I found “My World” had beautiful descriptions of KY woodlands and nature, but not much plot. Honestly, as a teen, I’d rather be out in nature, digging up the wild ferns to replant at home, or learning to dig up a sassafras root for making tea, or just enjoying the fall colors – all things I already enjoyed -than I would just reading about Jesse Stuart’s descriptions of nature. For that matter, as much as I like reading, I probably still would prefer the reality to the written word.
My mom, however, had never read “The Thread that Runs So True,” and wanted to read it after I did. So, that hurried me along a little in choosing it to read.
I have to say that I thoroughly enjoyed it. It did have a meandering plot, of sorts, about Jesse Stuart trying to improve education in KY. That may not sound very interesting, but the stories he told of old country folk were often funny. Those stories reminded me of the old country folk that I knew and loved. My grandfather had taught in a one-room schoolhouse like that of Jesse Stuart, and would often have us roaring with laughter over some tale or another that he remembered. Jesse Stuart was no different. His story reminded me, at times, of Catherine Marshall's "Christy."
One of the characters said that these folks spoke in poetry, with rhythm, adding the prefix “a” to words, and leaving off the hard g’s. I knew exactly what she meant, as in the sentence, “I was a-walkin’.” And even though I am all grown up now, and my own father was a stickler for more correct grammar, I still find myself talking that way, like my mother’s people, whenever I find myself in conversation with someone of that accent. In fact, my husband used to say that he could always tell who was on the phone by how deep my accent had become! (My dad thought that if we spoke correctly, more people would take us seriously, and he was probably right.) Sometimes I wonder if people who don't know me very well think I'm mocking them if I walk into a room with one accent and leave with another, but really, I can't help it.
Jesse Stuart’s stories were funny, and even if they sounded like they might start to get boring, such as having a business meeting, then generally there was a brawl or something unexpected to liven up the story. "We never knew, when we attended a board meeting, who would come out alive or who would be left dead."
I can also understand why my aunt loved this story, since she, too, was a teacher from KY.
The title, “The Thread that Runs So True” referred to an old song, as well as to learning by playing, which became one of Jesse Stuart's goals for younger children.
That reminded me of my mom’s slogan when I embarked on homeschooling my children for preschool. (She had homeschooled us for preschool, although there wasn’t such a thing at the time.) She said, “Keep it short and sweet.” I found that wise for my audience and I found many ways to keep it sweet, to help them love learning.
Some of Jesse Stuart’s story was violent. Although Stuart loved teaching and loved his students, some of the discipline was harsh. I understand that it was a different time, but some of it still feels extreme. I do understand the need for a teacher for self-defense, though.
We have the opposite problem today, where nothing much is done with a violent teen until there is a tragedy. My sister, another teacher, had her life threatened by a high school student in the parking lot. Since the administration did not stand up for her or support her, she decided that her life was more important than her job and quit. Then she got more education herself and returned to teaching, this time college. But again, the behavior of some of the students was awful. One of her former college students ended up shooting a couple of other students on campus on a day in which she was not present. Although they were injured, no one died. I have another friend who received an awful concussion, with lingering brain damage, at the hands of one of her students.
“The teacher held the destiny of a great country in his hand as no member of any other profession could hold it. All other professions stemmed from the products of his profession. Within this great profession, I thought, lay the solution of most of the cities’, counties’, states’, and the nation’s troubles. It was within the teacher’s province to solve most of these things… It was the gateway to the correcting of evils. It was the gateway to inspire the nation’s succeeding generations to greater and more beautiful living with each other; to happiness, to health, to brotherhood, to everything!”
While I do hold the teaching profession in great esteem, and I think they can do great things, I have become more skeptical, particularly as I’ve seen how the teachers have been squeezed between parents and their own administrations. Education can’t solve all the world’s ills, partly because the students and/or the parents are not always willing. I think parents can’t push all this responsibility onto teachers. Parents are the first teachers of respect, compassion, empathy – even of the ability to listen, which is in short supply in this fast-paced world. I realize that Jesse Stuart faced some awful conditions and some awful, and even violent opposition, but our time has its own challenges. I think teachers have been squeezed too far and run too thin. They need the moral support and the help of the parents.
This book meets both my qualifications for 5 stars. I thoroughly enjoyed it, and it’s one I’d read again someday, for the humor.
Favorite quotes:
“They didn’t have to leave landlocked Winston to find recreation. They had it at home. They created it just as they created most of their necessities of life.”
“All you have to do to solve a town problem that hurts your school is to get the women on your side. Show ‘em what’s wrong, and they’ll clean it up.”