Tuesday, December 16, 2014
(of which I need more!)
Their patience with me--as I rearranged my room again and again to fit everything onto the camera lens, as I drilled them on rhythms and Karate Recorder songs, and as I perfected my methods in order to videotape lessons for NBPTS. I couldn't have become a National Board Certified Teacher without their cooperation!
(for what I strive to do--inspire love of music, provide an emotional outlet and.... foster success!)
Students at my door during my break or their recess wanting extra practice time for state chorus or their musical.
Hearing "Joy to the World" played on keyboard by several students who normally misbehave or pay no attention in class. These 5th graders had never played a keyboard before, yet they learned this level 2 song "by ear" in two lessons. That's how hard they worked... and how talented, I discovered, they are!
Seeing a girl who rarely participates in class light up at the sight of our keyboards and quickly learn a song... THEN seeing her take the initiative to teach others!
Parents telling me their child asked for a keyboard for Christmas.
(much more important than a compliment)
Having a student recognize, WOW! You know a lot of songs by heart!
Having a student tell me, "You should be on American Idol!" and another, "You're really good at playing piano!"
Students saying they miss me before/after a break.
A little white girl putting her arm around a little black girl who was crying.
A 4th grader asking a special needs boy (who felt unwanted) to sit with him.
A 3rd grade boy volunteering to carry a box of cookie dough for a little girl.
But the best gift this year came from a 3rd grade girl who came to my desk and asked, "Can I have a hug?" I'm not sure if she knew it or not, but I was the one who really needed a hug. So, in reality, I didn't give HER a hug, she gave ME one.
So while we teachers complain about how wild students are at this time of year, with the rush to get in the last bit of year-end testing, put on plays, tie shoes, zip coats, replace hair bows, sweep floors, along with the stress of buying presents, cooking, baking, decorating and then putting things away, let us take time to reflect upon those little gifts--those little sticks of kindling that keep our passion for teaching burning in our hearts.
For heartwarming poems about love, loss and passion, please read my book, From the Depths of Red Bluff!
Sunday, December 7, 2014
I wish I still had my Kissy, but she, my older baby doll, and my talking Bugs Bunny died in my house fire. The older baby doll's toes were missing on one foot (my dog bit them off) and her hair was gone, but I still loved her. The good news is my one-eyed Teddy Bear survived the fire! There is a poem about this, Scattered Among the Ashes, in my book, From the Depths of Red Bluff. He has been washed a few times over the years and is matty but is well-loved. He is yellow with aqua "clothes." I obtained another Bugs Bunny who is actually in better condition than mine was.
|Me with my Kissy Doll about 1963-64|
|Pic of one that looked like mine|
|My new antique talking Bugs Bunny|
|My old Teddy|
|Teddy Bear reclining|
Thursday, September 18, 2014
Sunday, September 14, 2014
"Mary Pickersgill, a hardworking widow known as one of the best flag makers in Baltimore, received a rush order from Maj. George Armistead. Newly installed as commander of Fort McHenry, the 33-year-old officer wanted an enormous banner, 30 by 42 feet, to be flown over the federal garrison guarding the entrance to Baltimore's waterfront." The huge flag, made with 300 yards of wool, had 2 foot-wide stripes. It also had 15 stripes and 15 stars. It cost the government $405.90 and the storm version that flew during the battle, cost $168.54. The morning after the battle the storm flag was replaced with the better flag.
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
Thursday, July 3, 2014
In this larger space, I'd like to post prompts and discussion questions, and invite my readers to respond. Please post an answer below. I approve all comments because of spammers, so be patient for your answer to appear, please.
Today I address this discussion question to writers:
Do you write with the audience in mind, or do you write for yourself to calm the Muse?
There's writing because you must... and then there's writing "smart." By smart, I mean writing for a consumer audience in mind. It is "smart" to see what the current trends are--for example, vammpires (as long as there aren't TOO many vampire stories out there). It is "smart" to know what the school system is currently adding to their curriculum, and which books will garner awards-- for example, children's non-fiction stories.
From the Depths of Red Bluff
Friday, May 30, 2014
I am a magnolia, reflecting the proud, the strong,
the lovely South, all the way down to my Southern Belle
roots, planted firmly in Baptist grit and Mississippi
mud. In the spring I cover myself
in buds that bloom into creamy white
flowers between leaves, glossy green
on top; velvety underneath. Wanted for my beauty,
many attempt to touch me, and when they do,
they bruise my delicate petals
for I have no defense
but to curl up, turn brown and ugly,
then wither away.
Sometimes you have to make your own miracle.
Today is my birthday, but I woke up crying because I lost 2 sweet friends yesterday. Timmy died in a wreck a mile from my house. He was in my class, from 2nd to 11th grade. I even called him my boyfriend in 4th grade. I'd lost contact with him since school days (decades ago) until I saw him at visitation for Bruce, my former brother-in-law, who had suddenly died. Bruce was also in our class (our school was small, one homeroom per grade). Timmy and his wife had recently moved back here. He and Bruce were only 55 when they passed away. Neil is my sister's brother in law who was a grade ahead of me. He was special. He lived with his brother, who watched out for him. He had an innocent, giving nature. Neil died in his sleep, not a bad way to go, but he was too young, only 56. So here I was crying. Then I thought, isn't it selfish to cry? Am I crying for me? They are free spirits now. Wanting to keep them on earth is selfish. So, I got up and made coffee, and thought, the best thing to do in their memory is to LIVE.
These little bluebirds had left the nest their mom had built in my yellow bird house.
Here is an old, brown bloom that will soon fall off the stem; and here are many more buds ready to open. Unseen, are many more flowers that only exist in dreams and imaginings for now,
|The bloom I cut is on the right.|
- Wynne Huddleston
- Wynne Huddleston is a poet, musician and teacher. Her first book of poetry, From the Depths of Red Bluff, ISBN: 978-0-9840483-2-8, published by the Mississippi Poetry Society, Inc., is now available on Amazon and Barnes and Noble. Ms. Huddleston is the Mississippi Poetry Society 2014 Poet of the Year. Her poetry has been published in numerous publications including the Birmingham Arts Journal, Camroc Press Review, Stymie Magazine, Danse Macabre, Orange Room Review, New Fairy Tales Anthology, Ink, Sweat & Tears, and Four and Twenty. Her poem, Same Stars, Different Houses received a Pushcart Nomination from Deep South Magazine. Awards include the 2013 MPS Award, and Winner of the Grandmother Earth National Contest 2010 for Environmental Poetry. Ms. Huddleston was born in Lone Star, Texas, but has lived in Mississippi most of her life. She has been an elementary music teacher for 25 years, and has 2 grown sons, and 2 grandchildren. http://www.amazon.com/dp/0984048324/