The teacher-as-grandparent loves this: high school seniors collaborating with second graders to bring fictive super-heroes to life. We celebrated this project in Fine Arts Survey this morning. The big kids and the little kids were awesome.
The Generation Before: Living Libraries of Our Lore Friday, Mar 24 2017
Uncategorized 9:01 pm
We visited yesterday afternoon with Sarah’s Nonc Roger, who celebrates his 93rd birthday this weekend. As a repository of tales and family lore, he is the surviving pièce de résistance. As he spun tale after tale from his rich reserve of memoirs, I thought of an LPB piece last week when a folklorist spoke of the older generation, suggesting that every time one of them passes on, it’s like a library filled with unduplicated records and files burning to the ground. The contents of that library are lost forever. What a tragedy!
We were fascinated as he spun tale after tale from the bygone generation of his youth.
A highlight was his recount of having a tooth pulled with NO anesthetic when he was 8 or 9 years old. I realized how many interesting tales our parents’ generation has to share and how much our generation needs to remember.
I only hope that our minds have the capacity to remember so much. We must be as busy remembering and preserving our legacies for our children at the same time.
So much to remember, so much to cherish!
Patio Dwelling and the Doctrine of Space Saturday, Mar 18 2017
Uncategorized 8:06 am
A trait of the human condition is to occupy comfortable spaces and, over time, to fill those spaces with aesthetic appointments that contribute to our comfort: pleasing accoutrements such as accent furniture, frilly decorations, appliances, curios, jingly-jangly hanging things, etc etc. After a few years, of course, the living space loses its aesthetic charm as accumulation transforms the space into clutter: all of those charming accoutrements gradually assume the aspect of junk.
So what does man do to get rid of the clutter and junk when the space runs out of space? Why, of course, he doesn’t get rid of stuff. He enlarges the space so the stuff can spread out once again into a pleasing array of aesthetic accoutrements. And to boot, with the enlarged space, he renews his industry of adding and accumulating accoutrements of comfort, now that he has space.
Salisbury Cathedral in Blank Verse Friday, Mar 10 2017
Uncategorized 9:53 pm
This morning I observed an English IV class at Notre Dame High School in Crowley. For their bell work, the students were using Romantic era pieces of art as prompts for writing narrative. I googled “romantic art”and came up with this early 19th century painting of Salisbury Cathedral in England. Since I’m doing Shakespeare with my classes at St. Ed’s, blank verse (unrhymed lines of imabic pentameter) was on my mind, so I decided to craft my piece in blank verse. I finished this piece in about ten minutes and when the teacher asked if anyone wanted to share, I shared, naturally. (Sometimes I write to show off, I admit). Here’s the blank verse setting, with the painting of Salisbury Cathedral.
Morbid, dark and ponderous clouds sail aloft
Over gaunt Salisbury Cathedral.
Is this dreary structure sanctuary
for holy grace? A balm in Gilead?
Or rather some frightsome dwelling place
For disturbing spirits loosed from Hades?
But hope and praise! Beyond the smokey clouds
In the eastern sky, behold heav’ns rainbow!
God’s bright promise overrules the darkness.
Hie me thence into His marvelous light!
PaPere Tales from L’anse Bourbeuse Sunday, Mar 5 2017
Uncategorized 9:14 pm
Our visit with Mark Savoy last Wednesday when I got my new accorion yielded a tale Mark remembered about Sarah’s grandfather, Noé Young, affectionately known by her and her cousins as PaPère. The words that follow are Sarah’s, borrowed here with her permission. The “You” she addresses refers to numerous cousins she shared this tale with a few days ago. The picture below shows PaPère (in khakis) with Sarah’s Nonc Earl in the early 1940’s.
You may have already heard this one, but, here’s the story Mr. Mark remembers vividly about PaPère. He said he always remember PaPère wearing his bib overalls and said his dad, Joel, and PaPère and a few others frequently fished together on the bayou. It was their habit to eat there as well. PaPère was almost always the designated cook. It was their habit that everyone bring their own plate to eat. Mark’s dad, Joel, told Mark that PaPère ALWAYS “forgot” 😉 to bring his plate and would be forced to eat out of the pot he cooked in. Mr. Joel laughingly told Mark since PaPère liked his own cooking, he left his plate on purpose so no one could see how much he ate!
L’accordéon neuf Friday, Mar 3 2017
Uncategorized 8:56 pm
Hier, j’ai acheté un accordéon Cajun neuf. Je suis beaucoup fière! L’instrument était fabrique par l’accordéoniste bien-connu, Marc Savoy de Eunice, Louisiane. Pour des années, j’admirai ses accordéons et sa musique. Aujourd’hui, je rente dans la tradition mème.