838. Dear Miss Munyard

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Miss Munyard, although she was called May by her colleagues, was in charge of the little children new to the school. She got the children to form a circle holding hands. They danced around singing:

Three blind mice, three blind mice,
See how they run, see how they run,
They all ran after the farmer’s wife
Who cut off their tails with the carving knife,
Did you ever see such a thing in your life as
Three blind mice?

Dear Miss Munyard,
I was amazed when Nola came home singing Three Blind Mice. The method of numeracy you apparently espouse has no bearing whatsoever on the modern mathematics that should be taught. Three mice is definitive. It’s the working out of the problem that’s important; not the answer. There could have been ten mice. It wouldn’t have mattered.
Zita Codfish

Dear Miss Munyard,
Andrew came home having had bad and dated attitudes towards blindness shoved down his throat. It’s not the way he has been brought up. Making fun of blindness while dancing around in circles is hardly the value we’re trying to instil in our young people.
Maureen and Petros Stifleburg

Dear Miss Munyard,
It’s pedagogical methods such as yours that enhance attitudes toward the world’s creatures that ultimately cause extinction. There’s nothing wrong with mice. People have them as pets. Other people trap them cruelly, or even cut off, as the rhyme Nigel came home singing said, their tails. These attitudes foster violence and lack of caring for our planet. His father gave him a good beating to try and instil better values into him than the ones you promote.
Lorna Bridgewater

Dear Ms Munyard,
That’s right, have the unnamed woman in the ditty Carolynne came home singing, have her stand at the sink and get her identity from her husband. She’s just a “farmer’s wife”. No wonder we haven’t moved on from the emancipation of the 19th century. Try and drag yourself into the 21st century. Or better still; throw yourself under a race horse and liberate a few people.
Melinda Beveridge

Dear May,
Jonathan came home from school on a high. He loves the songs you teach. He especially loved the one about the three blind mice. You certainly know how to relate to children. Jonathan worships you! I wondered if you were free again next Saturday evening?
Harry Wattleworth

39 thoughts on “838. Dear Miss Munyard

  1. Laine Anne Jensen

    Lol!!!! I’m currently a private tutor but as a past classroom teacher I’m laughing with tears in my eyes. Spot on.

    Don’t forget the parents who routinely curse up storm with middle finger raised. The same of course who will line up to sue a teacher they heard through the grapevine said ‘bloody.” I’ve added this one to my favorites, Bruce. I’ll probably come back and reblog it around April Fools day 🙂

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  2. thecontentedcrafter

    Ha – horribly close to real life these days sadly! It is true that many nursery rhymes began life as loosely disguised anti-establishment propaganda from the common folk. I shall look forward to seeing the alternate genesis you come up with 🙂

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  3. Cynthia Jobin

    I’m glad I grew up back in the dark ages when I think I learned these rhymes at home, before I ever went to school. And can you imagine what some of these “enlightened” parents would do with the old “Bus Songs” we used to sing as children, like “I Knew An Old Lady Who Swallowed A Fly” and “99 Bottles of Beer On The Wall”……

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    1. Bruce Goodman Post author

      She married Harry Wattleworth and they had nine children – which greatly delighted the principal of the school because it was a tiny country school and an increase of nine students was quite stupendous! (I don’t believe I just made all that nonsense up!)

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    1. Bruce Goodman Post author

      Thanks Derrick. Your “late” like had already made me go back and see that you had indeed missed one! I can forgive you… there are times when we need a rest from commenting (at least that’s the way I find it)!

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