From 'The Letters of Froebel'

I wish you could have been here this evening, and seen the many

beautiful and varied forms and lovely patterns which freely and

spontaneously developed themselves from some systematic variations of

a simple ground form, in stick-playing. No one would believe, without

seeing it, how the child soul, the child life, develops when treated

as a whole, and in the sense of forming a part of the great connected

life of the world, by some skilled kindergarten teacher--nay, even by

one who is only simple-hearted, thoughtful, and attentive; nor how it

blooms into delicious harmonies like a beautifully tinted flower. Oh,

if I could only shout aloud with ten thousand lung-power the truth

that I now tell you in silence! Then would I make the ears of a

hundred thousand men ring with it! What keenness of sensation, what

a soul, what a mind, what force of will and active energy, what

dexterity and skill of muscular movement and of perception, and what

calm and patience, will not all these things call out in the children!

How is it that parents are so blind and deaf, when they profess to be

so eager to work for the welfare, the health, and peace of their

children? No! I cannot understand it; and yet a whole generation has

passed since this system first delivered its message, first called for

educational amendment, first pointed out where the need for it lay,

and showed how it could be satisfied.

If I were not afraid of being taken for an idiot or an escaped

lunatic, I would run barefoot from one end of Germany to the other and

cry aloud to all men:--"Set to work at once for your children's sake

on some universally developing plan, aiming at unity of life purpose,

and through that at joy and peace." But what good would it do? A

Curtman and a Ramsauer, in their stupidity or maliciousness, make it

their duty to stigmatize my work as sinful, when I am but quietly

corresponding with just my own friends and sympathizers; for they say

I am destroying all pleasure in life for the parents: "Who could be so

silly as I,--amongst sane men who acknowledge that parents have a

right to enjoy life,--I who perpetually call to these parents in tones

of imperative demand, 'Come, let us live for our children!'" (Kommt,

laszt uns unseren Kindern leben!)

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