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SHOW 'N TELL

Between the Parkland students and the recent teacher walkouts, I’ve been thinking about my school years. The children of today, are not allowed the innocence that I had as a child. When I was 5 years old, I walked every day to Kindergarten. Unsupervised. My parents trusted my neighborhood, trusted that I would get to school safely and return home safely. In the winter, my dad picked me up in the afternoon on his way home from work. Not from fear, but to spare me the walk home in freezing weather.

At my 8-year-old niece’s birthday party, we got to sharing family stories. (Like the Irish are wont to do.) Among the laughter, I shared about the time I took my 4-year-old cousin to school for “Show ‘n Tell”.  When I had told this story, the newer moms of today were shocked that our parents had let a 5 and 4-year-old walk 5 blocks by themselves! That we had crossed streets unsupervised! I said, “Well we weren’t idiots, we knew enough to look both ways.” 

Those of us who grew up at that time remember street crossing. If you so much as saw a car, you waited. No way did you want to get run over and killed dead! 

I tend to not have much sympathy for the parents of children today in some ways. They are so overprotective in some areas, and in other ways, not the least bit observant at all. 

Back to my story of show and tell. The teacher said we could bring our favorite toys, objects etc. from home to show and tell the class about. 

My cousin Joey, was my best friend and playmate at that time. He had been born almost a year after I had been born in January. Because our large family was centered around my grandmother’s house, where I lived just upstairs, we literally grew up together. My starting school was a rather traumatic event at the time for both of us. I missed him as much as he missed me. I had made friends, but none were my best friend. 

Joe and I had been in two family weddings. He had been the ring bearer to my flower girl role. He had worn a suit that had been bought for him and I had worn a beautiful white dress that had been made for me by my mom. I’m not sure how I got it in my head that I should take Joe for show and tell. But I remember the fuss that the whole family made over it. The little suit from the weddings was gotten out. It was sent to the cleaners. It was the best thing he had to wear.

On Show ‘n Tell day, he was bathed, brushed, and trussed up in his little suit. He looked like a little Oliver Hardy without the mustache. I too was put in my best school dress. I had suggested the white flower girl dress. My mom said it wasn’t appropriate for school. I know that now but was a bit peeved at the time. Joe got to wear his wedding suit! I dropped the argument though because Mom was doing my hair. If I made her angry while she was doing that, I paid for it in a not so gentle hair brushing. Once the two of us were all “gussied up”, off we went. Hand in hand. I was 5 and he was 4. 

When we got to school, I was in a bit of trouble. You see, I hadn’t mentioned to my teacher that the item I was bringing for show and tell was a human! This caused a minor issue for seating, she had to borrow a chair from another classroom, and at milk and graham cracker time. I precociously told her it was ok. Joey and I would share mine. We were used to sharing. When the time came, there we sat, two straws in one little milk carton with a half of a graham cracker broke in half again. Happily munching and sipping. 

At recess I eagerly showed him all the fun playground equipment we had to play on. I helped him up on things he was too short for. We teeter tottered, went down the slide, and I pushed him on the swings. I made sure he got to try everything. It was great showing my best friend all these wonderful things. The bell rang signaling recess was over. We ran into the school.

The big moment had come. Show ‘n Tell time. While we waited for our turn, I groomed Joey. We had gotten mussed up a bit during the day. We didn’t look near as good as we did when we left home that day. I licked my hand and smoothed his hair down as best I could. Wiped his face with a Kleenex from the teacher’s desk. 

Then it was our turn. Of course, by this time, the class knew who he was, but I proceeded as if no one knew. I told his name as he stood silently next to me. That he was my cousin, how he was my best friend. I told that the suit he was wearing had been worn in two weddings. I told of our adventures we had at home. About the rocks that looked like sugar but did not taste like sugar. I can’t remember the entire speech, but I do remember the teacher thanking me and our sitting down.

Not long after, the bell dismissing us for the day rang. Joe and I returned home hand in hand. Our parents waiting for us. Grandma fixed dinner for all of us so we could share our day with everyone. We were bursting with things to tell. In a way we had show and tell a second time. Only this time, Joe got to participate more than just standing there while I talked. 

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Happy April and Beltane Blessings! 

 

I can’t believe it’s April already! No sooner done with Ostara and we are preparing for 2ndmost important Sabbats of the year. Beltane which means ‘bright fire’ and is directly opposite of Samhain on the wheel’s cycle. The herald of the beginning of summer. Beltane’s roots are very old as it Samhain’s. Celtic and born in Ireland. The festival itself is called Lá na Beltaine("day of Beltane") while the month of May is Mí na Bealtaine ("month of Beltane").

 

We celebrate it from the sunset of April 30 to sunset on May 1. While during Samhain we honor our dead and death, on Beltane we celebrate the living and life itself. Just like on Samhain, the veil between the two worlds is thin and it’s a time of “no-time”. 

 

Beltane marks the return of vitality, of passion. Stirred by the energies at work in nature, the maiden steps into the next phase of goddess, and desires the green man, the Oak King, as he desires her. The King willingly gives the wilder days of his youth to join with her as her consort. They are in the prime of their youth. Brimming full of vitality and life. As can be seen in the abundance of life each year at this time. Now is the time to petition them for blessings of parenthood. They come together and create the beginnings of their continued existence.

 

It is a time for celebrating fertility, the divine union of the male and female. Today’s maypole is a phallic symbol and the woven baskets for the flowers and wreaths of flowers represent the female. The basket is a receptacle and the wreath a never-ending circle symbolic of the woman’s life-giving ability. The weaving of the red and white ribbons around the pole signifies the interconnectedness of the two. In ancient times, Druid Priests would have two sacred bonfires lit and drive the cattle between them to bless them and protect them. 

 

The Symbols of this time represent love, fertility, intuition, commitment, fulfillment and balance. 

 

Symbols: Ribbons, flowers, cattle, bonfires, may poles

 

Colors: Light blue, Red, Pale Yellow, Light Green, Lavender

 

Herbs: Jasmine, Rose, Violet, Lavender, Lilac, Patchouli

 

Incense: Jasmine, Rose, Lavender, Patchouli, Frankincense, Myrrh 

 

Stones: Sapphire, Rose Quartz

 

Foods: Roasted Ham and Beef, Fresh Fruits, Vegetables, Dairy, Sweet Breads, Honeycakes, Sweet Wine, Lemonade, Milk

 

Blessed Ostara!

Wildly Yours,

Wild Thing

Goddess of the Cosmos, Queen of the Faeries, Mistress of the Dragons, Lady of the Mist

 

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