Thursday, August 27, 2015

A LINK TO THE PAST IN EDUCATION



Dear Readers,

My dear friend, Dianne, sent this email recently. I was astonished by what time had preserved.  I wasn't born in 1917 but I would bet that many of my school teachers were.  I can remember our blackboards in school with lessons written on the boards. We may not have had such marvelous drawings, but I can relate to how these blackboards were used for instruction.


Grandma Meg


Live simply.
Speak gently.
Love unconditionally.



Oklahoma school replaces chalkboards, finds 98 year old drawings and class lessons hidden behind them.






When contractors began work on four classrooms of Emerson High School in Oklahoma, they knew their remodel would improve education —
but they never expected it would impact local history.

Looking to upgrade the rooms with new whiteboards and smart boards, the workers had to first remove the outdated chalkboards.
But when they began to pull away the old boards, they made a startling discovery

Beneath the current boards rested another set of chalkboards — untouched for nearly 100 years. Protected and totally undisturbed, the century-old writings and drawings looked like they were made just yesterday. Here, a November calendar rolls into December. A turkey marks the celebration of Thanksgiving.

A multiplication table gives us a glimpse into the curriculum and methods taught in 1917, techniques perhaps lost in the passage of time. When regarding a wheel of multiplication, Principal Sherry Kishore told The Oklahoman, “I have never seen that technique in my life.”

But Oklahoma City school officials aren’t just shocked by what is written, but how it is written. Penmanship like this is clearly a lost art. This board reads, “I give my head, my heart, and my life to my God and One nation indivisible with justice for all.”

Within each of the four rooms, the subject matter and lessons mirrored one another — indicating, as an Oklahoma Public School Twitter caption reads, “aligned curriculum in 1917.”

And though the boards’ style and subject matter might be unfamiliar to younger folks, they certainly resonate with older generations. Principal Kishore told The Oklahoman what it was like to show her 85-year-old mother the boards: “She just stood there and cried. She said it was exactly like her classroom was when she was going to school.”

But these boards actually predate Principal Kishore’s mother by 13 years. Two dates were found on the boards: November 30, 1917, and December 4, 1917.

Some of the writings and drawings were done by students, while others were made by teachers — but i’s not always clear whose is whose.

Regardless, the work is a striking look into days long gone. While reading the boards — like this one listing “My Rules To Keep Clean” — the past comes alive in a very personal way.

English teacher Cinthea Comer told The Oklahoman, “It was so eerie because the colors were so vibrant it looked like it was drawn the same day. To know that it was drawn 100 years ago… it’s like you’re going into a looking glass into the past.”

Built in 1895, Emerson High School has seen many renovations and improvements throughout the years — but nothing like this has ever been discovered.

When removing old chalkboards in the past, contractors have only found broken pipes and wires, so this is a shocking surprise. Oklahoma City and the school district are now working to preserve these beautiful boards.

Hopefully, the spirit of these teachers and their students will be enjoyed for many years to come.
Who knew that scribbles on a chalkboard could become such a precious piece of history.


GOD BLESS









































Tuesday, August 11, 2015

REMINISCING: THE EARLY YEARS, PART 1



REMINISCING: THE EARLY YEARS
PART 1

The world has changed much since I was a kid. 
 I often think about growing up in the 1940’s and 1950’s. Brother, Sister, and I grew up in Pittston, Pennsylvania in the North-Eastern part of the state.

 It was a time of innocence and simplicity for us children. My siblings and I spent most of our time with family. All of our grandparents emigrated from Sicily in the early 1900s. Our maternal grandparents lived two streets away and owned a Mom and Pop grocery store attached to their house.  We spent many happy hours there. We were always welcomed with big hugs and offers of food. Our grandparents owned one of the first TV sets ever and we would sit and watch The Mickey Mouse Club. Sheer bliss! Life was never better!

All of Mama’s siblings moved away after World War ll. Four settled in Virginia. The remaining two moved to different areas in Maryland. Thus, we had sole ownership of our Grandma and Grandpa Guiliano until the Capitano Boys and Uncle Charlie’s Little Nina came to visit from out of town. Little Nina (We still call her that.) was born after my sister, Nina. We eagerly awaited visits from our cousins.
As a sidebar: The remainder of the grandchildren ended up being born right around the time my older son made his appearance in the family. 

Almost every Sunday after Mass, my siblings and I would eagerly jump into the back seat of our old green Studebaker. It totally looked like a rocket ship. With Mama in the front passenger seat, Dad drove along the scenic route wending our way along the Susquehanna River. We didn’t go over the river and through the woods. But to Grandfather De Angelo’s Farm we did go.  We had scads of Aunts and Uncles. My dad had 17 siblings comprised of brothers, a sister, half brothers and sisters, and step brothers and sisters. The farmhouse burst at the seams when everybody was there. 

After dutifully greeting and kissing all the adults, we young-uns’ would scoot out the door with our cousins and immediately hightail it to the woods.  We and Uncle Paul’s kids were the first grandchildren of my grandfather and his first wife, Margherita. Therefore, we were the oldest of all. Down in the woods, we became a tribe of Native American Indians.  Each had a role to play.  Whole scenarios were created to act out. Talk about using our imaginations. We had a blast!

Bounding over meandering streams, we would follow our cousin Anthony who was Chief because he was the eldest. My brother, Anthony, was next in line. Guess he was the Vice Chief. The younger males came next followed by… the female cousins. As  far as our understanding went at the time, equality for women wasn’t.

Mid afternoon found us climbing fruit trees in the orchard and picking apples, pears, or peaches for snacks. Sometimes, we would resort to being hooligans and throw rotten fruit at each.

Next, we ventured into the barn. Running around  the top section of the barn, jumping into haystacks and throwing hay at each other seemed like a diverting way to have fun.  Afterwards, the others would go into the lower barn to watch the cows being milked. I, on the other hand, stayed away for obvious reasons. 

I don’t ever remember any altercations. We always got along well with our cousins. How awesome is that?

After a long, exhausting, but fruitful day, it was time to go home. We would stagger into the car, too tired to talk. We wanted to go to bed as soon as we got into the house. However, Mama had other plans for us. She made sure we were scrubbed clean and brushed our teeth before crawling into our beds. Mama would listen to our prayers, give each of us a hug, a squeeze, and a big kiss. We were sound asleep before the room went dark. Ah, the end of a perfect day!


Uncle Paul's kids and us.
NOT the Studebaker.

Live simply.
Speak softly.
Love unconditionally.






Sunday, August 2, 2015

THE POWER OF PRAYER: AMAZON.COM REVIEW




THE POWER OF PRAYER

I totally believe in the Authentic St. Joseph Home Sale Practice Kit. It does not 

matter in which faith one believes. It has its veracity in the visible sign of one's 

certainty that God does answer prayer. In 2000, due to personal circumstances, it 

was imperative that my house sell quickly. I placed St. Joseph in my garden and it 

sold within 3 months. In subsequent years, I have placed St. Joseph in 3 gardens and 

each house sold within 6 months. In two cases, the houses weren't selling in a timely 

manner. Once St. Joseph was reverently placed, the houses sold quickly. This kit 

was sent to a relative whose house in still on the market after one year. I predict 

once St. Joseph is present, the power of prayer will do the rest.


Maltbie D. Babcock – “Our prayers must mean something to us if they are to mean 
anything to God”


Meg
Lancaster, SC



Live Simply
Speak Gently
Love Unconditionally