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March 17, 2025

I was listening to a Center School ad today and reflecting on how important it is to teach classmates to support each other when they try new things.  I can't begin to tell you how the ratio of child to dollar spent has destroyed our educational system and taken us away from being a kind and resourceful, creative culture.  
Center School does a talent show in the Spring.  Each classroom presents some act and many individuals perform, too.   This one year, my godchild was in 7th grade, certainly not an easy grade for any of them.  The Uppers, or 6th, 7th and 8th provided an awful lot of the entertainment at these events.  This particular year a friend was performing a piece on the piano.  They had practiced and were ready to present, but clearly nervous.  They did not do an exceptionally good job.  When they got up to leave the stage it was clear they were about to cry.  The entire 7th grade class got up out of their seats and met them at the bottom of the stairs, embracing them in an entire class hug.  When he was able to smile, the class all returned to their seats.  We all cheered.  It was such an immediate supportive compassionate act from a group of 12 year old.  
Years have gone by.  That gang didn't stay strongly connected.  They do get together every so often and they continue to make each other laugh when needed.   But at my godchild's father's celebration of life a huge part of that community came out to hug and celebrate and support their classmate and family after 11 years of next steps in life.   
Center School does engage children in being whole human beings.  The kids can make as much fun of their memories as they want, but I know they were encouraged and supported to be good members of  the team, to be honest and whole and speak about what they need.  I continue to be impressed by their early education. I continue to support Center School.

That is just one of the big concepts I thought about today while I did not take photos or write poetry. 

March 17, 2023

State police chasing someone above the neighborhood. 
March 17, 1969, I was asked for my hand in marriage.   It looks like March 17th has proved to be a kind of spooky day for me, after the Ides, when the snakes were driven out of Ireland.  I don't know   I'll try again tomorrow to shoot some photos.   Meanwhile, sleep well.





 

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