Once a long time ago when I was still in school my mother
realized that our education in geography was sorely amiss. We might have been playing Trivial Pursuit
when she discovered this and a discussion was had about what we had learned
about our world and locations. I
honestly could not tell her where countries were located outside of North
America. She was horrified.
Connie: “You are
kidding. You… What have you been
learning?”
Me: “Not geography
Mom. I’ve never had a geography class.”
Connie: (her face red) “Aren’t you
curious? What in the world do you think
of when you talk about countries in history?”
Me: “What do you
mean?”
Connie (her face getting more red):
“What do you see? (taps her head with her finger) What comes to
your mind when you hear about Ethiopia?
What do you see in your head if you don’t know what the country looks
like?”
Me: “I see the word “Ethiopia”
in giant letters across my brain.”
I’m not sure she has ever recovered from that conversation and
that is probably part of the reason why she pays for my children’s private
education in a Montessori based school.
They both were learning about and completing maps of the world at age
three. But the other day I was behind
this vehicle:
And I thought, "Well, I'll be damned. There is Ethiopia." I couldn't wait to tell my mother.
No comments:
Post a Comment