That's the way the school years started at Pilot Mountain School those many years ago. The teachers and their students came to class the first day of a new year, full steam ahead, rested from the summer break, and eager to open the books to the newness of lessons to learn.
Baggage? Oh, yes. We should appreciate our 2013 baggage.
Children brought baggage sometimes so heavy they couldn't function. The school years of wartime 1940's saw children with fathers at war, brothers killed or missing, families doing without for the war effort.
In the late forties and early fifties, a new school year meant the summer polio quarantines were lifted and those children who were still alive could safely return to the classrooms.
In the fifties and sixties, children came to the new school year under the shadow first of the cold war and bomb shelters, then Viet Nam and the evening news.
During the turbulent sixties, the new school years brought changes. One year the children returned, but the Bible did not.
Arising above that baggage, every new school year brought promise. Hope for the future, for a new beginning, for lessons learned.
My New Year's wish to all, just like a new school year, hope for your future, promises of a new beginning, and by December 31, 2013, many valuable lessons learned.
Catch of the day,
Gretchen
Well said! Love the connection to Lessons Learned. You're one smart cookie.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Sandra. Since I began this project, I have found so many connections between present days and past Pilot Mountain School days.
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