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Times have Changed. That's evident in a pamphlet assembled by George Washington around 1745 when he was just a 13-year-old schoolboy, later published as "Rules of Civility & Decent Behavior in Company and Conversation." The 110 "Rules" stand in stark contrast to what passes as "Civility and Good Behavior" in America today. The somewhat archaic text gives us a fascinating -- and somewhat amusing - glimpse of the rigid rules of polite society that shaped our first President. It also contains some standards that are quite relevant still.

In Episode 15 of, Host Julian Simmons delivers a wry tongue-in-cheek dramatic reading of Young Master George's "Rules," which had a profound influence on his character. The background music in the podcast is a collection of tunes that George probably tapped his foot to -- even though Rule #4 admonishes:

In the Presence of Others sing not to yourself with a humming Noise, nor Drum with your Fingers or Feet.[1]

Although there may be plenty to criticize in the social order to which Washington obviously aspired, it's helpful to avoid a revisionist bias and put the Rules in the context of Washington’s era. The early 1700's were a time when the colonies had not yet coalesced into the "United States of America," before the rebellious, egalitarian American character took hold. Many of the Rules that Washington recorded are unique to his time -- such as the manner in which one should or should not remove one's hat, or the easy acceptance of social rank, referring to "those of better birth," "Your Superiors," and "Men of Quality," to which elaborate deference is frequently dictated.

It is also painfully evident that it was a time of rampant misogyny. The Rules make no mention of women whatsoever, which shouldn't be blamed on the 13-year-old school boy. Women in 18th century America were excluded from public life, expected to run the household, weave, cook, and teach children morals and spirituality.

In general, women were still not formally educated, and they did not enjoy the same freedoms and social power as men. They could not vote, own land while married, go to a university, earn equal wages, enter many professions, and even report serious cases of domestic abuse. Women who were found to be too argumentative or radical could deal with cruel and humiliating public penalties. It was clearly a man's world in which Washington grew up, and to which he aspired.

The character of the colonists was still largely reflective of English and European etiquette, where class divisions were stark. There were four main classes: the Nobility, the Gentry, the Yeomanry, and the Poor. There was little chance of upward mobility; you were born into your class, and likely to stay there. A person's class determined how they could dress, where they could live, and the kinds of jobs people and their children could get.

The 18th century society was largely segregated into estates and orders and it was the church and aristocracy who controlled social and economic power. The "estates of" the territory were the expansive "orders of social hierarchy" adopted in Christian Europe from the medieval period to early modern Europe; this was Washington's world.

Washington was born on February 22, 1732, in Westmoreland County, Virginia. He was the eldest of Augustine and Mary's six children, all of whom survived into adulthood. The family lived on Pope's Creek in Westmoreland County, Virginia. They were moderately prosperous members of Virginia's "middling class," and active in the Anglican Church. His father died when he was just 11, leaving little money for his education.

Unlike many of his contemporaries in the Continental Congress, Washington never attended college or received a formal education. But the pursuit of knowledge was a life-long passion. He may have received elementary instruction from private tutors and in a public school in Fredericksburg, but he was largely self-taught with the support and encouragement of his mother. Like most boys at the time, he learned arithmetic, geography, astronomy, and handwriting by copying text into a copy book.

While the current pamphlet has been erroneously attributed to him, he copied most of the Rules from a collection of maxims in a French volume that originated in the late sixteenth century and were popularly circulated during Washington's time. Such copy-work was a common method of teaching handwriting as well as memorizing a subject, which Young Washington apparently did very well.

Washington clearly took the "Rules of Civility & Decent Behavior" to heart. The charm and decency of his character for which he later became famous no doubt helped him to navigate the steep slopes of 18th Century American society. In his youth, Washington became close friends of the wealthy Fairfax family of Fairfax County. They were descended from a prominent family based in Yorkshire, England, that had obtained a Scottish peerage from King Charles I in 1627.

By 1719, Thomas Fairfax the sixth Baron of Cameron, inherited control of the vast Northern Neck Proprietary, a five-million-acre land grant between Virginia's Rappahannock and Potomac rivers. In 1734 he asked his cousin William Fairfax to act as his land agent in Virginia. By 1743, William and his family were comfortably settled into their new home on the Potomac, Belvoir.

That same year, George's older brother Lawrence married the elder Fairfax daughter Ann, and they moved into the newly-renamed Mount Vernon Estate, just down the Potomac from Belvoir. It eventually became George Washington's home:

George spent many happy years with the Fairfax family, who helped him further his education, gave him his start as a surveyor, counseled him in the acquisition of land, and eventually ushered him into politics and the military.

George's first known original publication is a record of his work as a surveyor, "Journal of my Journey Over the Mountains," mapping the vast holdings of the Lord Thomas Fairfax, Baron of Cameron, in Northern Virginia.

The journal reveals Washington's extraordinary mastery of mathematics and the practice of surveying. The Full text of Washington's Journal has been made available for free by The Project Gutenberg, a library of free online books. You can read the Journal at:

It's not a stretch to imagine Washington's wonder at the hugeness of America, at the raw beauty of the land, and perhaps how his journey "over the mountain" imbued in him the vision that inspired him to go on to lead the Colonies to Independence.

Unfortunately, there are no actual portraits of Young George Washington. But this clever time-lapse video by “The Photoshop Surgeon” is a fun way to imagine what he might have looked like:


It is tempting to chuckle and scoff at many of the antiquated precepts expressed in Washington's little volume, but as J.M. Toner, M.D., the man who first transcribed and published them in 1888, wrote in his introduction:

"These particular rules of civility and good behavior, although quaint, must always possess peculiar historical interest, because of their origin as well as for their intrinsic merits. It is therefore hoped that the publication of a true and complete copy of them from the original manuscript may prove not only gratifying to American pride but be of benefit to the growing youth of our country."

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[1] We have included a page on our website where you can listen to the selections we used as background. See


By Julian G. Simmons

I have almost no photos of me from my teenage years.  There were a few, but almost all are long gone after many moves. Fortunately, the one photo that survived is a good one.  

Me, circa 1969.

I was fifteen, a long-haired hippie living in Buffalo, NY. This was taken in one of those 50 cent photo booths in a drug store. It was the summer of 1969, right about the same time I heard about Woodstock.

My friend, Stephanie and I were eager to attend the festival, so we hopped into her 1967 Mercury Cougar and took the onramp heading east on the New York State Thruway.   After driving some hours the traffic stopped and I mean completely stopped.  Cars were everywhere.  People were hanging out on the road, smoking cigarettes and joints.  I think we sat in the car for maybe eight hours, maybe longer.  

We were too far away to try and walk there so we had to wait until the State Police made a way for us to turn around.  I finally got to “Woodstock” when I saw the movie in 1970.  It was a long trip, but I finally got there and I danced in the aisles of a Buffalo cinema with my friends, Nancy and Neia, trying to recreate what we saw on the screen.

The picture was stored at my sister's while I moved to England, Washington D.C. and finally Los Angeles. I found it after she had passed away.   Somewhere along the road of life, it was eaten by rats. The rats had found their way into the box and ate the part of the photo that you don’t see here.  At least they had the aesthetic sense and decency to leave my face intact!   (My my old friend Phillip Silverstone describes it in elegant poetic words on his podcast, "Silverstone Live.") As soon as I saw it, I remembered exactly when it was taken.  I went shopping with my mother at the shopping center on Main Street across from the State University of New York and in one of the department stores there was one of those photo booths where you could insert a quarter or 50 cents and get four photos of yourself within minutes.  The funny thing was that often, at least in my case, my timing was off and as soon as I looked away from the lens the flash would go off, like in this photo, as was my timing off when heading to Woodstock, but eventually through a circuitous route I finally got there.   Those photo booths hold a special place in my happy memories, as does the Woodstock Festival of 1969.  Thank you to people like Michael Wadleigh, Dale Bell, Thelma Schoonmaker, and Martin Scorsese and the too many people to name for capturing such an historic event on film that helped to create in me a ceaseless spirit of peace and love.   Thank you to all the wonderfully talented and creative people we interviewed for the Woodstock episodes. And thank you, Rob Wilson, for being the consummate professional and amazing partner you are through this thing called life, and Carol Green, my groovy, hippie soul sister in all things Woodstock.

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