"Sister", I asked, "how come Grandmother and Mother could and can write copperplate script, with correct grammar, correct spelling, nicely constructed sentences and something that is agreeable to read when they had minimal education? They certainly weren't read to as children. Do you have an answer Sister?"
"Crowded curriculum, Brother. We don't have the time."
What would Sister know. She teaches 16/17 year old boys who are generally quite privileged and attending a posh private school. I am scratching my brain now. Where else did Sister work? She worked for the advertising company, Monahan Dayman and Adams, the Adams being the Phillip Adams on Radio National. She washed dishes in a Chinese restaurant. She worked at a bank. I remember this because she got us very cheap travel insurance once when we went overseas. But as far as I can recall, she has only worked at the same school, teaching the same subjects to the same aged boys for what must be twenty years.
Given how many ex school teacher readers I have, I should probably keep my gob shut, but at times I do wish Sister did not treat her family like they are teenage school children. I am afraid it is a trait of school teachers.
This was supposed to be about education, instead it has turned into the personal. R is always p'd off with Sister for various reasons. At times he has a right to be p'd off with off with her. I am a little more forgiving. I called her early in the week to discuss family matters and Bone Doctor answered. We had a chat and I then asked if Sister was available. She is putting Little Jo to bed and reading her a story. Then, it wasn't, is it ok if she calls you back tomorrow night, but she will call you back tomorrow night.
She did call back the next night, but had BD had said is it ok? instead of she will, well, it would have made all the difference. Words, they are so very important.