Teachers know all of the holidays. Especially early childhood teachers. Each holiday, and there are many, I prepared worksheets, poems, and an art project or two, or twelve... and sometimes we cooked a traditional dish. Eating projects were always a favorite. For years my curriculum revolved around ground hogs, black cats, eggs, and revisiting dead Presidents. Our family vacations were decided by Dr. King and Good Friday. Retired now, I have to admit I miss it all.
Some years it was not so simple. One memorable parent thought my Halloween projects were spreading the devil's word. I was careful not too wear too much black eyeliner, or dark capes. I was the "Nightmare On Elm Street" and I was part of the plot. Scary stuff.
The other event caused by the holidays, was the annual assembly programs. These are minor Broadway productions involving 50-75 five year olds. I found myself turning into Gypsy's stage mother Rose, as I screamed " Sing Out Louise , Jamel, Shemeca". With Mr Zigfield in the audience casting for his next show... We had scripts, stage decorations, and after parties. I wonder if any of my budding singers and dancers ever made it to show biz? I wonder of they even remember?
I no longer celebrate the holidays in school. This year, I did read the precious baby "P" some cute Chanukah books. We celebrated with the BIG family, lite candles, and ate potato pancakes, opened presents, admired babies, congratulated our newest couple, and cried with cousins still feeling the effects and wrath of "Sandy". We all survived another year, and holiday season.
I want to wish you all a "HAPPY HAPPY", whatever holiday you may celebrate. As I told the kindergatners holiday is about family, food, gifts and lights.
Saturday, December 7, 2013
I called to reactivate my mother's T.V. service, in Florida. " I need the social security number of the person on record for this account. The person on record is deceased. My mother has been paying the account. I am sorry what is the person of record's account, may I speak with him?
My father is DEAD, mother wants to watch T.V., reactivate it NOW!
A pious man explains to his followers, it is evil to take lives and noble to save them. Each day i pledge to save 100 lives. I drop my net in the lake and scoop out 100 fishes. I place the fishes on the bank, where they flop and twirl. Don't be scared i tell the fish, I am saving you from drowning!. Soon enough, the fishes grow calm and lie still. Yet, sad to say, I am always too late. The fishes expire. And because it is evil to waste anything, I take the dead fishes to the market, and sell them for a good price. With the money I receive, I buy more nets so i can save more fish.
To my family and friends in Florida, I love you.