A Memorial Day Remembrance

We have a Memory Garden at school on the playground, and it is oh so lovely. Children often stop to look, or just “be”.  Somehow they understand that it is a special place. Classroom pets who have died are buried with markers. Children who are now in heaven have a special statue or stone so they can be remembered.  The Memory Garden was the venue for our Memorial Day Remembrance.

It came to life with the planting of American flags, but I’m getting ahead of myself.

Sergeant Curran, our pen-pal from Afghanistan, is back home- he was the proud guest of honor.  All the children and staff were there, along with a host of parents and guests.

We opened with The Pledge of Allegiance.  My class was honored to hold the big American flag and sing “God Bless America” as we wore our flag hats.  I doubt many children have witnessed a service member saluting the flag. Sergeant Curran did, with a demeanor that gave me and others a lump in the throat.

Seargent Curran spoke to the crowd.  He told the story of the white star:

“When I was in Afghanistan I carried a white star in my pocket, right here (patting the uniform pocket over his heart).  The star is just like the ones on the flag you’re holding.  Do you know the blue box in the post office for people to donate old flags?  There is a group who takes those flags and cuts out the stars. They send those stars to our military who are stationed overseas.

I always carried my star.  It reminded me of home. It reminded me of why I serve.  It made me feel proud to be an American.”

Each class led the crowd in singing a patriot song.  We sang, “You’re a Grand Old Flag” and “Red, White, and Blue”.  Then, the Yellow Room children sang “God Bless the USA”. When they sang the line, “And I gladly stand up, next to you…” every child pointed both fingers with outstretched arms directly at Sergeant Curren, when they said the word YOU. That line is part of the chorus, and the chorus is repeated many times in the song.  That means the YOU finger pointing thankfully happened many times.  Not many dry eyes.

Next, a child from each class helped Sergeant Curran to plant an American flag in the Memory Garden, and he planted one on his own.  Who knew that nearly a hundred children could be so quiet.  They understood with respect and responded with solemn faces.

Finally, Sergeant Curran shook hands with each and every child.  What a treat for the children!  Here is a partial clip of that:

The Remembrance was over, yet what happened after all the thank yous and goodbyes was perhaps the highlight of the day.  A little boy, Jared, and his mother came to personally thank Sergeant Curran.    Low and behold, the sergeant reached into his pocket and presented Jared with a patch.  He didn’t realize how important that patch would be to Jared until he heard the mother’s story:

“Jared has one other patch which he treasures.  You see, last year he had a very difficult time at school.  I finally had to pull him out and home school him.  Whenever he had a bad day, he would go and get his patch.  That was what helped him get through the tough times.  And now, you are giving him a patch.  I can’t begin to tell you how much this means.  Thank you!”

The tears flowed.  Jared just beamed.  Then, we all had snack together.

Thank you, Sergeant Curran.  Thank you for today, and thank you for your service.  Never forget.  You make me proud.

Jennie

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Get Caught Reading

Get caught reading!

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Guest Readers

 Guest Readers.

Superheroes.

They remember books, stories, and chapter reading in my classroom.

Children return.

Every year.

They love to read.

Thank you, Emma and Liam.

“The more that you read the more things you will know.  The more that you learn, the more places you’ll go.”  –Dr. Seuss

Jennie

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Teaching Patriotism and Singing Books, Part II

This repost is far too important, and the perfect Part II to the patriotic books I read and sing in my classroom.   Here is a close-up of  “the best of the best.”

Every year I make our country’s National Anthem ‘come alive’ for my preschoolers.  This is a hard song to sing, especially for children.  They know the tune, and thanks to baseball on television and sporting events, “The Star-Spangled Banner” is familiar.  Yet, there is so much more they need to know, never mind singing the song.  Way back when, I bought Peter Spier’s book, The Star-Spangled Banner.  This started my quest, and gave me the perfect tool to teach, inspire, and instill pride.

I remember the day I learned that America did not have an official National Anthem until the 1930’s.  What!  How could that be?  I called my Mother and she confirmed this upsetting news.

What did you sing when you were a little girl?

We sang “My Country, ‘Tis of Thee.”

Really?  While this didn’t bother my Mother, it fueled me.  It was the “GO” button, and I pushed it.

I had Peter Spier’s book, The Star-Spangled Banner.  Every page is a full color illustration of each sentence in the song.  When I would read the book to children, instead of reading the words I sang the words.  The words were the song itself, so singing them helped children link a familiar tune to what those words really meant.  Every page became a lesson in history, and a barrage of questions.

We stopped to talk about costumes, the sails of the ship, the rocket’s red glare.

We found the American flag on every page.  We learned that the rockets and bombs illuminated the flag.  This is where I always stop singing and tell the story of Francis Scott Key as he wrote the song.

“He was trapped on a ship in the middle of this battle.  He watched everything that happened.  The only way to know who was winning was to see the flag that was flying.  And at night, it was the rockets and bombs that gave the light to see which flag was flying.”

Oh, now they get it!  They understand.  The illustrations are crystal clear and make perfect sense.  More importantly, they understand the words to the song, our country’s National Anthem.  Children know far more about this song than I knew as a child.  I dearly wish I’d had a visual to help me understand.

Pictures bring words to life.  Like a ‘towering steep’.

The book gets better, and so do the opportunities for learning.  There is more than one verse!  I sing those words as loud and proud as I do the first verse.  Again, every illustration gives pause for talking and learning.  Sometimes it is sad, and that is important to talk about.  Oh, we talk about soldiers and dying, and freedom and liberty, and why.  It always feels warm and understanding.

The cemetery in Normandy, France.

A picture is worth a thousand words.  When that happens with our National Anthem, “The Star-Spangled Banner”, the world of understanding opens and the song comes alive.

Every year my class is filled with new children, and every year it is the same- children embrace the pictures and the words.  They have so many questions.  We sing our hearts out.  Every year.

Jennie

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Teaching Patriotism Begins With Singing

Today is Armed Forces Day.

Teaching patriotism is something I do in my classroom, and I do it frequently. It is rarely a planned activity; it just happens.  Much like teaching kindness or giving, or even bravery, the learning comes from doing.  And the way we learn about patriotism often begins with singing, especially if the song is also a book.

Yes, I sing books.  It’s the best way to learn a song because there are pictures to the words. Pictures cement the meaning to the song, and children understand.  And, they sing with pride.  When I play the Autoharp to sing a patriotic song and have a fellow teacher (and Gloria) sing-along, children stand and place their hands on their hearts.  They love singing, and naturally gravitate to what a song feels like.  Children are far more tuned-in to feelings than adults.

We sing “God Bless America”, “This Land is Your Land”, “Red White and Blue”, and “The Star-Spangled Banner”, while we read the books.  Children belt out the words.  They stand tall with hands on their hearts because they are filled with pride.

Is there a part of “The Star-Spangled Banner” that gives you a lump in your throat?  When I sing, “…gave proof through the night”, that does it for me.  We all hold dear parts of songs that empower us.  Patriotic songs seem to do that ten-fold.

Irving Berlin did not particularly like our National Anthem, and he wrote “God Bless America”.  Woody Guthrie did not like “God Bless America”, and he wrote “This Land is Your Land”.  Isn’t that interesting? I told this to the children.  We took a tally vote of our favorite song, yet there was no clear winner.

When my son was eight, I bought him the book The Star-Spangled Banner by Peter Spier.  Suddenly all the words to a song that he loved came to life.  Every time I read this book, something remarkable happens, because this book has full page illustrations that tell the story.  It is history for young children.  This is part of what I wrote to families a few years ago when children wanted to sing “The Star-Spangled Banner”:

“It was one of the most exciting, intense, and passionate twenty minutes with children that a teacher can have.

Troy wanted to have a ‘show’, so he and Jill and Sam went to the top of the loft.  No, they did not want to sing “Proud To Be An American.”  They wanted to sing “The Star-Spangled Banner”.  Of course it was wonderful and we all clapped.  Then I said, “Do you want to know what the song looks like and what really happened?”  I ran to get Peter Spier’s The Star-Spangled Banner, but before I opened the book I said, “The guy who wrote this song was on a British ship, watching the battle.  He couldn’t get off the ship and it was night time.  The only way he knew if we were winning was if he saw the American flag.”

Suddenly I had every child pushing and eager to see the pictures and hear the whole story.  Oh, we went through the entire book.  It was perhaps the best lesson in history and patriotism for children.

We learned how to properly shake hands, and how to say “Thank you” to a member of our armed forces.  Thank goodness for patriotic songs that help children feel pride in America.  At the end of the day, long after we had been singing our hearts out, Kate kept singing while she was drawing.  Over and over she sang, “God bless America, land that I love.”  Just those words. The children standing nearby hummed and sang a few words along with her.  The more Kate sang, the more it felt like hearing the words to Goodnight Moon, a beloved story that I read-aloud every day: safe, loved, and strong.

Jennie

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Quotations on Thinking

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“The world as we have created it is a process of our thinking. It cannot be changed without changing our thinking.”

                                                                        Albert Einstein

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“Judge a man by his questions rather than by his answers.”

                                                                        Voltaire

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“He who thinks little errs much…”

                                                                        Leonardo Da Vinci

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My Superpower

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Train Memories, My Childhood, and My Grandmother

In light of National Train Day today, and Mother’s Day tomorrow, this is a beloved repost of my train memories and my grandmother. 

Summer evenings on the porch are quiet, except for the occasional  sound of a train whistle in the distance.  I love that sound.  When I was a little girl, a train whistle meant excitement and memories.  I was born and raised in Huntington, West Virginia.  It’s “the big city”, and the central downtown area was the train station.  There is something majestic about a grand, old train station with polished brass and wood.  It was history, kept alive.

Trains were prevalent throughout the state.  With a countryside of enormous rolling hills and dramatic landscape, it was the trains that people depended on to transport people and goods from the cities like Huntington out to the country.  Roads?  The interstate didn’t exist, and most roads were more of a roller coaster than a highway.  But the trains had been there ‘forever’, it seemed.  They could go everywhere.  Dependable, and oh so exciting!

My first childhood memory is the sound of a train.  I was sleeping in the family log house in Lowell, West Virginia.  This was way out in the country.

   The Log House

The house today is known as the Graham House and is on the National Historic Register.  But, back then in the 50’s, my family still owned the house. The history is thrilling; it is the oldest two-story log house west of the Appalachian mountains, built in the early 1770’s.  My grandmother, Nan, lived in the house until she was married.  She told me many times the story of Indian raids.  On one occasion the children were in the summer kitchen and ran to the house.  The boy did not survive and the girl was kidnapped. It took the father eight years to get his daughter back, trading horses with the Indians. Family stories; so important.

Nan

The sound of the old steam engine train whistling by as I slept at the old log house is one of my fondest memories.  That was what I heard every evening as I fell asleep.  I loved it, and I loved that old house.  Hearing a train again today in the evening on the porch takes me back to those childhood days.  I stop to listen, not wanting to miss one whistle.  Wonderful memories.

In 1964, I boarded the train in Huntington with Nan and my cousin Laura to return for a long summer visit in Lowell with family, and of course the Log House.  We always called it “The Log House.”  I remember the excitement of the train ride, and the feeling of going past places and vistas that people never get to see from a car.  The first thing I did when we arrived at the Log House was to run upstairs and find my bed; the one I slept in as a child.  I remembered.  By then, 1964, the house was no longer in the family, so we slept at our cousin’s house next door.  And, I still heard that train whistle, even though many years since my childhood had passed.

When I recently visited the house with my husband, my first visit since 1964, I immediately recognized everything. I ran up the stairs and felt along the wall beside my bed, as there had been holes for rifles to go through when fending off an Indian raid. The holes were still there, just as I remembered, and just as Nan had told me.

Is it the sound of the train that makes my memories crystal clear?  I think so. On the playground at school the far away sound of a train goes by in the morning. Often I have the children listen carefully, and then I tell them about sleeping in a log house and listening to a train.  Stories are the keepers of words and memories.

Jennie

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Spring


Playground tree at school

Spring

Rebirth and beauty

Watching children grow

A teacher’s world

A child’s playground

Joy

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Thanking Milly, Connecting Generations, and Quilting

Milly turned 88 today.  She has been a beloved friend to children in my classroom for years.  Her story is emergent curriculum on steroids, because everything she touched became a monument.  Really.

It happened like this…

Many years ago my husband and I went to a wedding in Philadelphia.  With a little time to spare before the big event, we went to the historic district and Carpenter’s Hall.  Then, directly across the street was a small museum, the National Liberty Museum.  Their foyer holds a magnificent Peace Portal.  Thunderstruck would be an understatement as I stood beneath it in awe.

I got permission from the museum to recreate the portal in my classroom.  A few months later my husband and I went to the Bennington Museum in Vermont to see their Grandma Moses collection.  Walking in the front door there was a stunning collection of Haitian quilts that looked like murals.  They were works of art.  I was stunned.  My class had written a Peace Poetry Book inspired by sitting under the Peace Portal we had recreated, and I knew they needed more– designing a quilt mural like the Haitian quilts would be perfect.  I could feel it.  The only problem would be finding a quilter.

Milly not only fit the bill, she was a natural with children.  I was connecting generations in my classroom.  She played, and she quilted.  Children were fascinated watching her sew.  Together we designed and made a Peace Quilt.  I was thrilled.  So were the children, and so was Milly.  When I told the National Liberty  Museum director about the quilt, as it had started with their Peace Portal, they asked for the quilt.  It is now part of their permanent collection.  The trip to Philadelphia with children and families to deliver the quilt was fun!

And, that quilt is my WordPress blog photo!

The following year children were particularly interested in singing “God Bless America.”  After singing for members of our military and making books, we made another quilt with Milly.

That quilt hangs in the Massachusetts Fisher House for families of wounded soldiers and sailors.  The children were invited to sing “God Bless America” for the founding Fisher family members and present the quilt.  What an honor!

As the years rolled on, Milly continued to visit and play with children.  Gloria became her best friend.  They would often sing together to the children.  We designed a quilt about our towns which hangs at school.  Then, Peace once again emerged with great interest to the children- another quilt was in the making after writing a lump-in-your-throat Peace book.

This quilt hangs at the Massachusetts State House in Boston.  The governor himself got on his knees to thank Milly.  Not a dry eye in the house.  Yes, everything Milly touches becomes a monument.

Happy Birthday, Milly!

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