Abstract

I will omit the early years to avoid boring the reader and begin with my education. I started school at the usual age of six; it was a rural school in Minnesota. The first morning I trotted the mile and a half to the building. It was the most terrifying period of my life. I couldn't learn to read; arithmetic was a mystery and spelling even worse. Another boy completed homework for me. The teacher said she didn't know I was so advanced and gave me harder work. This incident plagued me all my life—people who were kind and helpful to me made my life more difficult.My father took me to the county superintendent to test me for high school and he gave me a list of spellings. I only had to detect the mis-spelt word. The superintendent passed me for high school. We went to pick up the repair parts for a two bottomed plough and my father said I had passed for high school but didn't want to go. This was the first I heard of it.

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