I sometimes wonder why I bother to write a personal blog. Who cares what I do or think? Why should anyone read my random thoughts or consider my ideas? Then I stumble across something amusing, entertaining and enlightening, written by one of my ancestors, and I know that I must carry on the family tradition of speaking my mind.
I used to think that the writing gene began with my great-grandfather, Calvin W. Banta, but once I started researching our family I discovered writers as far back as the 1800s. However, despite the fact that many of my ancestors recorded history and my grandmother and mother both shared their thoughts and ideas in newspaper columns, none holds a candle to Calvin’s opinionated pieces on education, religion, or politics. The man spoke his mind and you didn’t have any doubts about his position.
I laughed out loud when I read this brief tirade about sports in the Caddo Herald. Grandpa Banta and I would have gotten along just fine!
March 5, 1937
The State Legislature is still pegging away trying to secure a fourteen million dollar grant to the various schools of the state; did you ever stop to think what those schools are turning out with all this money? It seems to me that the great majority are ball players; at least ball playing seems to be the paramount idea with all the schools; don’t you think it would be better to turn out a few farmers and merchants and other business minded people so there would be someone to pay the taxes to support the idlers that think themselves too good to work? Of course I am fogy, but I believe if we had more men with an Abraham Lincoln education they would be worth infinitely more to the state than a thousand armies of ball players; but we are living in what is termed a modern age and it may be alright for the schools to turn out more incompetents to live off the dole; anyway I for one would like to see a revolution of the entire school system; for I want to see my grandchildren get a business training instead of learning to play ball. Rufe Bolts