I have this thing for historical one-room schoolhouses. I don’t know why. They are cute, inviting and have history that is yearning to be told. Ever since I visited the one-room schoolhouse in old town Sacramento during my oldest son’s 4th grade Sacramento trip, I have wanted to write a story about one.
- How specific some of the rules were.
- How students were separated with boys on one side, girls on the other.
- How each student had to stand at the side of their desk to speak.
- How lashings were given for the most interesting infringements.
- How a female teacher had different rules than a male teacher.
- How for some of these students, it was the only education they would ever receive.
- How children of all ages were taught in the same room.
- How one measly stove in the center of the room provided heat.
- How lunch was carried in a bucket.
Maybe it’s the influence of Little House on the Prairie, but I find the history of the one-room schoolhouse a little romantic. And so, when I went on the same trip with my second son two years later, the same curiousness came back, a few characters formed in my head, and a story screamed at me to write it.
So I did.
My story is about a town across the river from Sacramento that has a brand new schoolhouse. This schoolhouse seems to want to match-make for its teachers. Their first teacher got married before she set foot in it. The next one, my heroine Olivia, wants to remain a teacher her whole life. But God, the one-room schoolhouse, and Bert the rooster, all have a different plan for her.
It will be interesting to see how long she lasts, and who else might come to teach at this match-making one-room schoolhouse.