Once I "woke up" around the age of 25, I appreciated growing up in a small town. And I mean VERY small. In Latta, S. C., there was one stoplight until I was about fourteen, when another stoplight was added at a second intersection. As teenagers, we complained about our "isolation" and dreamed up plans to conquer a larger world. One summer in the late 1960s, my crowd's favorite song was The Animals' tortured tune -- "We Got to Get out of This Place."
Now, decades later, I understand that growing up in a town of a thousand people presented some unique opportunities. As a student at Latta Elementary, Latta Junior High and Latta High School, I knew people who lived in nice, brick houses equipped with air conditioning and also people who lived in tiny "shotgun" houses where the ground was visible under rough wooden planks.
For the first few years of school, we played together on the dusty playground. We presented Christmas pageants where one little fellow playing a shepherd might have come from a home with no food on the table, while the shepherd beside him might be looking forward to a brand new bike and a basketball from Santa. We truly stood side by side.
By the third or fourth grade we were moving apart and along our academic tracks, which would either continue through high school and onto college (for a few of us) OR would end in the eighth or ninth grade. The eight-year-olds from homes where their Moms and Dads dropped out of school and where there had NEVER been a book beside the Bible had one chance in a million to make it out of the "low" school classes.
Now I understand that the uneducated Moms and Dads wanted the best for their children, just like my parents wanted the best for me. But they were trapped in a cycle of poverty made worse by a very limited ability to read that diminished their children's likelihood to succeed in school, which (later) diminished their ability to find good jobs. And so it goes . . .
Now reader, please don't get me started with that old boot straps strategy. Yes, there were disadvantaged people who grabbed their boot straps and climbed out of poverty through sheer hard work with a little luck thrown in. And yes, I think everybody should work as hard as they can to get educated and employed. However, my small town upbringing showed me just enough of the "have nots world" to be convinced that getting up hungry in a house so cold the pump is frozen just isn't something every teenager can manage.
While we've done some good work improving education for children, we MUST increase our focus on ensuring young adults and adults can read well enough to succeed. Sure, there are lots of people working hard to help adults improve their literacy levels. But we need to step up to the next level . . . the level where communities come together and make adult literacy a true priority issue. Let's do everything possible to ensure there are more programs devoted to adult literacy that are reaching more adults with more effective teaching and learning strategies.
Check out the links below to learn how decades of work with less advantaged people built upon my small town experiences to increase my commitment to improving adult literacy. And, of course, let me know what you think about the issues covered here.
Betsy Wolff
http://www.thestate.com/local/story/1084937.html,
http://www.postandcourier.com/news/2009/dec/25/job-seekers-receive-help/
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