User:R L Goulding

I was raised in a small town in rural America in the 50's when people actually cared about one another. As I reflect on that, I suspect it was because we were related to everyone in town.

There was not a highway into our town -- only a gravelled road and because there was no reason for people to travel through, we were pretty isolated from the world. We had no TV, telephones, and limited radio signals. Life was simple. We grew what we ate or poached venison to supplement the beef and pork we raised. Each family had a small "pocket farm" to grow alfalfa and grain for the animals.

In spite of our isolation, we were given a good but simple education. The isolation made us hungry for more education. We saw it as a way to get out into the world. My parents worked. He farmed, cowboyed, trapped and cut timber. Mom was a nurse. They taught us the value of an education so we four children earned bachelor degrees or more. I earned a teaching certificate and taught school until I could get an advanced degree and gain a position as a high school principal where I worked for 30+ years.