Try And Not Give Away The Names

We now return to the tale I began (see blog Wednesday 25^th December 2013) which followed the main thread of this blog, punishments and the lessons in life (while still young). And why Mr Walsh, my senior stage primary school teacher, became a significant person in my then, early life. It is about punishment, But it is about the lesson I was taught. First it must be about what occurred. You have followed my experiences through the various episodes, where I didn’t do anything wrong and was punished (the kite story) where I did do something wrong and was punished (The chocolate marshmallow fish story) and it is not a criticism of receiving the punishments, it is about what the punishments taught me. So far, accidents happen, but ultimately you are responsible for your own actions, Stealing is wrong, and if you were not careful, you would get caught, so people learn to cover up the thefts. That is the wrong lesson. The following is about the real lesson I was taught by someone outside of the family.

There were two lads at school, who were both a bit stuck up (in our eyes). Whoops, there I go, speaking as if my views were everyone’s. It is still something I often do. Express a personal view as if all would agree with me. I often find they don’t. I was just recently asked why I think everyone should have to live by my morals. They agreed my morals were good, but why did I always judge what others did by that? I think my morals are good ‘now’, but agree, others feel they are too strict and difficult to uphold. However that aside, back then I was young, still learning my way in the world (still trying to spell morals… just kidding). I felt somewhat, ‘outside’ the usual collection of the friends and playmates of the other children. But also, felt a part of the greater ‘mass’ of general society (for general society, read poor. Not really poor, but just no spare money). So when people displayed their apparent disdain for others, by (even at a young age), flouting their evident wealth (in this case the wealth of their parents, not their own), I felt somewhat aggrieved. For myself as well as the other less fortunate children.

This was the occasional practice of the two aforementioned lads. Yes, I remember their surnames, but I won’t put them in, as that is not a necessary part of this story. I believe they were fraternal twins (Okay, everyone who knew Mr Walsh, will know the school I went to and know who I was speaking of. But since I haven’t identified the school from the many I went to? There can’t be many of you out there who can identify E. & K. Okay, if you didn’t know exactly who I was talking of, then the E and K as the first letters of their names, has probably given it away. If you still don’t know who I am referring to, then we’ll just go on with the story anyway),

(Continued tomorrow)