Among my blessings this year, is a woman I think, may be one of the best principals in Western Mass. She is assisted by a woman who has to be the best school administrative assistant in all of Massachusetts. Where we live is the smallest school district in the state (where I teach, across the river is the second smallest district). Because of the size of the school, this sweet little school is run by just the principal and her admin. And just because the school size is smaller, this doesn’t mean either of their jobs are easier. The same reports need to be filed for an increasingly demanding DESE every year, just as the same needs of children in a large district need to be met. So yah, their job is tough – but on top of that – the two of these women must be some of the best communicators ever – I am never left to wonder what is happening at my son’s school. Ever.
With all of that, yesterday, while on December break, I got an email from the principal that included the following information – I honestly had no idea that this day was coming up – and am very pleased to know that my tiny little town will be doing it’s part to celebrate.
Community Celebration of the
150th Anniversary of the Emancipation Proclamation
1:00pm on New Year’s Day
at the First Congregational Church of Hatfield
Hatfield will join other towns and churches in Western Mass to commemorate President Lincoln’s signing of the Emancipation Proclamation on January 1, 1863, at 2:00 p.m.
Signed 150 years ago during the Civil War, the Proclamation led to the permanent end of slavery in the United States.
Come join us at 1 pm on New Year’s Day for an inspiring community celebration that will include the singing of great American Spirituals, an excerpt from the Emancipation Proclamation, part of a narrative about Hatfield slave Amos Newport (written by Robert Romer, author of Slavery in the Connecticut Valley of Massachusetts), and remarks by Rev. Dr. Peter Kakos of the First Congregational Church, Father Robert Coonan of Our Lady of Grace Church and others.
At 2:00 pm, the church-town bell will be rung 150 times in joyful commemoration of this important step toward freedom for all. Don’t miss this historic event. Refreshments will follow.
“Kai, I met with your teacher today. She said you had writing workshop this morning.”
“Yep, we did mom.”
“She said you talked all about going to see the President, but you didn’t want to write about it, do you remember what you wrote about instead?”
“Oh yeah, Chuck E. Cheese.” Read the rest of this entry
This is going to be a long list and one I am going to continue to update throughout the day. Direct references will be made to Project Vote Smart, a group that documents recorded votes. I am going to be honest, I actually could end with just one issue– I could put this one vote down, and be done — Read the rest of this entry
Pops used to do this all the time, pack us into the car when it was still dark in the early morning, and bring us off on one adventure or another. Off to the farmer’s market in Hartford to get all the flowers to plant after the last frost. Off to the balloon festival, to watch the balloons fill and rise with the sun. Off on a six hour drive to DC, in the middle of the night, to be first in line to get in line for tickets for a White House tour.
Today, on the only day you are allotted more sleep, we were up before dawn. Coffee was brewed, camera batteries were charged, snacks were tossed into bags. We are on the road and headed to Concord to a Sunday campaign rally.
We are bringing our busiest of boys ages three and five to see two presidents. We might be insane, but it will be an adventure.
Honestly, it has always been the fact that I believe Obama is a man who has humility, who is mindful of his power, and who is deliberate in his leadership that I’ve been glad to campaign for him, vote for him, and support him in his presidency. The following is my favorite part of the speech.
“And while I’m proud of what we’ve achieved together, I’m far more mindful of my own failings, knowing exactly what Lincoln meant when he said, “I have been driven to my knees many times by the overwhelming conviction that I had no place else to go.”
“But as I stand here tonight, I have never been more hopeful about America. Not because I think I have all the answers. Not because I’m naïve about the magnitude of our challenges.
“I’m hopeful because of you. “
So lovely. Honestly – there were many noted moments of exceptionalism but, it is in humility that we learn the true measure of a person.
Oh you’re wondering what unions have brought you in the last 100 years – Well there is –
- The five-day work week (nice not to have to work Saturdays, isn’t it?)
- Overtime and time and half on holidays Read the rest of this entry
* Today, across the web, bloggers will be simultaneously posting this letter as a new form of democratic protest called the Blog-In. I am just one of many. Click here to see a full list of the writers participating. (Our hashtag on Twitter is #BlogIn2011.)
You are invited to join, too. Simply copy & paste this letter on your blog, Facebook or Google+ page—and let your voice be heard.
Many Thanks to TheMotherhoodBlog and TheMamaFesto for doing all the writing and the leg work to make this happen. Much love to you both.
Dear 2012 Presidential Candidates,
We are your future constituents and we are parents. We are American mothers and fathers and grandparents and guardians. Our families might be the most diverse in the world. Blended and combined in endless permutations, we represent every major religion, political ideology and ethnic culture that exists. We are made from equal parts biology and choice. Our children come to us in every way possible—including fertility miracles, adoption, and remarriage. Read the rest of this entry
To be honest, I would like to forget, I would prefer not to remember. I would enjoy not knowing. I don’t want to be given some CNN, narrated by Anderson Cooper, version of the event.
And to be honest, there’s no way I could forget feeling by 9:45am that world was bound to be ending. People fell out of the sky. Men ran not away from, but into fires. And me, I became a grown woman by 10:22. Read the rest of this entry
The reason I’m a liberal is because I was brought up a Christian. I’ll repeat that, just incase you’re doing a double-take. The reason I’m a liberal is because I was brought up a Christian.
I taught Sunday school under my Gram’s tutelage, I wrote and delivered children’s sermons in front of packed congregations in my teens. I’ve read the Bible – The reason I’m a liberal, is because I was raised a Christian. Read the rest of this entry
Sometimes there is a song that so represents how the world is at that very moment, that I wish I could just package it up in bubble and float it over the general populace and get everyone to hear it. But that’s just silly, so instead, I blog about it. And Frank Turner, who I’m currently madly in love with, has this tune. And well, while congress is letting the world blowup over politics and so-called principles, me, I’m driving around in my bourgeois, car-seat full, minivan, blasting this Englishman’s rageful, and regretful tune, with the windows down, as if somehow a song could make it all better. Read the rest of this entry