I told my sergeant I could be a teacher in the army, and teach all the farm boys their letters, so that they could read the instructions on the ammunition boxes and don't blown themselves up. the sergeant said I was to smart for my own good, and gave a job cleaning the latrines.. He said to me there is reading material for me there , scholar. Read the writing on the walls, i spent the war mopping floors and cleaning toilets.
when i came back to the island things were different.
you had to ave a college degree to teach school, even the lower grades
my parents were sick, and two of my brothers were killed during the war, the others stayed in New York, I was the only one left to take care of the old ones, I became a farmer. I married a good woman who gave me many good children. I taught them all how to write and read before they started school.