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| "Living Artfully" by Sandra Magsamen at Amazon.com |
Naturally, the title drew me in, but when I sat down to read the preface, to see if it was indeed a book meant for me, I was surprised that the story there was one I had read on a blog (I apologize for not being able to find which) just a day or two before. And if that wasn't a big enough sign that I was to buy and read this book, the half-price-tag-color of the day was yellow, and so was the $3.99 sticker on the spine. :)
So, I'm reading it, and I'm liking it, and on page 56 in Chapter 2 "Imagine the Possibilities: Rediscovering Your Creative Power" there is a quote by Pablo Casals:
Which brings me to this post's title, A Tale From 6 Year Old Me.
This is not an "uncovered" memory, but rather one that I've always remembered. I think because I felt so misunderstood by my 1st Grade teacher, whom I liked a lot and trusted. Do you remember this sort of paper? Newsprint with a blank area for drawing and a few lines below on which to write a sentence or two?
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Well, on one particular homework assignment, I wrote like this:
as opposed to this:
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| Note the letters of each are the same height, and differ only in width. |
Why did I do it? Did I have a longer story to tell and needed to make sure I could fit it all in the confines of the paper? Was I experimenting with developing my own unique font? Or was I merely bored and messing around?
What I remember is Mrs. Crosby pulling my mom aside when she picked me up from school and asking her what table I did this work on (huh????) and telling her not to allow me to do my work there anymore. My guess is that she assumed a grainy wood table was to blame for corralling my pencil into such a penmanship atrocity. (Um, it was a laminate table if I remember correctly…)
The memory inspired me to write dear Mrs. Crosby a letter:
Mom, I know you were just as perplexed by Mrs. C's demand. And you have always told me that I am a marvel. Thank you for that. I love you!
