Want to take a trip with me? Sorry, not enough room for all of you to go to Gettysburg and to Virginia to see my family…..
How about a little nostalgic trip down memory lane instead?
Back to 1967-68, Viet Nam era, time of peace, love, war, rocknroll. I was in 9th grade, freshman in HS.
HS English…… the one class that year that I liked. Mr. C. looked like a lifeguard….. young, cute, tan. very tan. very very tan. very very blond. very smart. very demanding in a quiet way.
We read. alot. dandelion wine. (just bought it today to re-read). lord of the flies. zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance. catcher in the rye. to kill a mockingbird. animal farm. and more. lots more. probably 15 books. he made us earn our good grades. he challenged us. made us think, examine, think some more. made us read and write and speak and read some more. made us express why we thought what we did. and then questioned us more. what great training ground. what a great trainer he was.
he was the judge. we had a trial. raymond wilson, fellow classmate, was on trial for wearing white socks in a black sock society. how dare he. the only thing ray was guilty of was being smarter than the rest the class. a nerd, but a nice nerd. and way smart.
i was ray’s attorney. i remember how shocked he was that i volunteered to be his attorney. and that i talked to him. and wanted his input on strategy. and he was most shocked that i continued to talk to him after we won.
i hope the others remember that we won. hell, i hope ray remembers that we won. i will never forget. it was right. it was just. it mattered. i wonder if it ever mattered to ray as much as it did and does to me? i wonder where he is and what kind of nuclear physicist he is? or what he became?
mr. c wrote to me this week……. the power of the internet. he found my blog. the power of words. the power of art and photos and experiences. and a shared moment in time. the school year of 67-68. the power of time. the power of memories that never fade.
make sure you visit Chet Chylinski’s site. His art is powerful too:
and because art quilts are what i do and how i express myself, here is one in honor of that english class with chet…..
“Animal Farm” is a quilt I made for a contest titled A Novel Idea. It had to represent a novel you had read that had an impact on your life.