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We are extremely fortunate to have a local store that
sells chicken and duck eggs. They even gave me a
half dozen wee bantam eggs for this year's Ukrainian
egg dyeing. This coming Friday friends are coming
over to decorate spme more eggs, so I've been blowing
out a couple dozen extra eggs.
Something is coming....
It. Is. Here...
Oh.. you... you remind me of someone...
Welcome to Benedict Cumberfluff! The newest resident
at the Marsbarn.
You do remind us of a certain someone....
Times passes like a fox trot.
Quick-quick-s l o w. Quick-quick-s l o w.
Days are slow, weeks are long, ages fly by in a blink.
Little e's time in elementary school is winding down,
as are Sweet G's middle school days. We're in for a
big changing of the guard come next fall.
Which brings me to this project from Little e's kinder
days. In 2008, I was hired (hired, mind you) to do a
project with all 4 kindergarten classrooms. I was
their Artist in Residence, and I had a blast. As part
of that experience, we made four quilted hangings
that brightened the hall outside of the classrooms.
Those hangings warmed the hallway, and greeted
visitors as those kinders moved through the grades.
Now they are 5th graders, and the hangings have
come down.
The hangings will be sold at this year's school auction,
and hopefully, they will go home with families who
have warm memories of their days at our elementary
school.
I have mixed emotions about this transition.
I wonder sometimes who is more ingrained in these
childhood schools, the involved parents who volunteer
there or the children who attend the school.
After all, the parents often spend more years
attached to the school, than the children.
I had thought, hoped, believed that those hangings
would be there for evermore, but perhaps it is
better to have school that is filled with current art,
not the decorations of children from the past.
I am struck again how difficult it is to estimate
how art effects others, and what is important.
There have been so many projects during my
time at our elementary school; I wonder which of
those projects meant the most to the children
who did them, and the people who hold them now.
Quick-quick-s l o w, quick-quick-s l o w.