
I rejoice at finding wonderful items on the internet, but I am also pleased in being found. I recently received a terrific email from a middle school English teacher whose sixth grade class was tackling poetry with some difficulty at the start. This is what she wrote to me:
After teaching all kinds of dry literary terms to kids who are often intimidated by the misconception that all poetry is cryptic and impenetrable by nature, I presented them with Sandra Cisneros' "My Wicked, Wicked Ways". They were awakened. They were transported. To keep them there, suspended in a state of fascination and of vulnerability, I challenged them to bring in a picture to which they are emotionally connected in some way. Some did, and some, as would be expected, forgot or ignored my request. I warned them, that in that event, I will pick a picture for them and that they would have to write as if my pick were personal to them. I googled family pictures and decided on yours. (see the original post: How They Drank in the 40s)
We wrote. I wrote one too, alongside them. We read them, we clapped, we nodded our heads, we listened. The purpose of this email is to let you know that the act of putting that picture out there changed some of us. It helped us look deeper. It forced us to connect. It made us listen to each other and see things the way we wouldtn've on our own, perhaps.
Feeling very honored (as would my grandmother in the photo have been) I asked the teacher if she would share some of the poems with me. Here's one of the poems written by a sixth grader:
They’d meet
For the greatest feast
Important women
Come to drink
Some smoke
Some don’t
They are dressed up
Like Christmas trees
Laughing and talking
Eating and drinking.
Their laughs are noisy
From a concert
As they talk like the dolphins
Drinking the wine
From their cups
Eating roasted vegetables
They leave
And have a good night.
Awesomeness! I want to thank all the students and their teacher for sharing their work with me. It has really made my day.