George Washington Carver’s love for learning led him from Diamond grove, Missouri, to Ames, Iowa – with many stops in between.
"that's a chickadee." He could tell any bird by the song it sang, even when he could not see it. No teacher was as interesting to the students as their friend George.
George opened a laundry to earn money. He was busy all the time. He read his lessons while he scrubbed clothes. He read some more as he ate his lunch. Sometimes some friends would come to visit, and George would go on reading and work- ing while he talked with them.
The class George liked most of all was art class. His art teacher, Miss Budd, thought he was a very good painter. And she knew how much he loved to paint. But she knew, too, that it was hard for even the best artists to make money. It would be harder – maybe even impossible – for a black artist to make a living. She told George what she thought.
"Your paintings are beautiful, George. But art- ists die poor. Isn't there something else you would like to do? You know so much about growing things – maybe you should change to science. You would be doing work you enjoy, and still make a good living."
George wanted very much to be a painter. But he knew Miss Budd was right. And he began to think about his place in the world. He had been hurt many times because he was a black. Yet he knew that other blacks were not as lucky as he. Most of his people were poor and poorly educated. Worst of all, they had no hope. If he became a scientist or a teacher, maybe he could help his people. Maybe he could do something that would give them hope for a better life.
Miss Budd wanted to help George. "My father is a science teacher at the Iowa State College," she
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