Originally Posted by
Just Jan
I was born and raised in PA and learned to read with Dick, Jane, Sally, Spot and Puff. There was another book that followed that had people of color, but I do not recall the girl's name or much about it. Things were different then and attention was not drawn to skin color when I was in school. We lived in a very deverse neighborhood and what I remember most about it was the wonderful array of ethnic foods. It was such fun to be invited to a friend's house after school, and to get to eat different kinds of cooking than what was served at our house. Those truely were the Good Old Days. Things were not termed "Politically Correct" they were either "Right or Wrong" behavior and dealt with accordingly. ;o)
What a neat and beautiful door quilt. Kudos to you and thanks for the memories.
I agree, Just Jan, I am Italian and no one in my family looked like Sally, Dick nor Jane. My dad worked blue collar and my mom was way too busy at home to even allow us to have pets (Puff and Spot). But, I learned to read from these books. I also understood that there were people of different colors in the world, even in my city, and people that had different family types, but it didn't scar me for life. I think over the past 20-30 years, we have really made a mess of things and it seems to just get worse the more we try.