Mailboxes along the roads and old barns set back in fields overgrown with weeds often served as landmarks in rural Montana. These landmarks told us where we were and how far we had to go. Sometimes they signaled “home” and the end of the road. At other times, barely visible through swirling snow, they told us it would be awhile. The word pictures of those mailboxes and old barns may be about events, personalities or furniture.
My Dad was a reader, and the big leather rocking chair in the corner of the living room was where he sat to read. He had other leather club chairs too but he rarely used those. This MBOB is about that rocking chair.
Farm kids in the 1950s were not routinely babysat. They were cared for by their parents until they were old enough to be left alone. Since parents didn’t care to be trapped at home for seven years running, of course, this was the reason children learned how to behave in
public from age two and going forward–until they could be left home alone.
The Age of Accountability was not just a doctrine of the church in those parts. It was a spot in the road, a pinpoint of light cast over a child’s life when that child was made to know that henceforth and forever, they were “old enough to know better,” “should be ashamed of themselves for acting like that,” were discovered to have been “acting like a baby,” or were expected to “act their age.” Now that magical and powerful phrase “act your age” was quite fluid in its applications but the use of it by a parent had a couple of standard characteristics. (more…)