Christmastime in School

I was thinking today about grammar school. One of the projects we used to do was paint on the windows- I think with tempera. The teachers would have a stencil and paint outlines of some simple seasonal designs on the windows, then each of us would get to fill in the outline with tempera paint (which I think washed off easily). You could point yours out to your parents when they came in. Sounds really lame now, but I remember I liked it when I was that young. I suppose we all felt that we did better at something than the other kids whether staying in the lines, choice of color, smoothness of application- or perhaps in my case, getting away with doing something a little creative.
I didn’t always get away with being creative of course.
In second grade we made angels. The angel blanks we printed on paper with that lovely purple ink from the crank copiers. You’d get it and you’d hold the paper up to your face to smell it- it was so sweet! The angels arms were straight out at their sides, and the skirts were half circles. Once you’d cut them out, you could paste the circle together in the back to make a cone, and the arms came forward and were pasted to the book (printed in the corner, in the space left by the skirt), and there were also wings to be put on her back. Each paper had two angels, so I guess they weren’t that big. Creativity was available in what color you chose for the book I guess. Noting that everyone else was coloring their angels hair yellow, I opted to make one of mine a red head and one a brunette. Sadly, this was not acceptable to the teacher. All the angels (except mine) were stapled to the strip of cork-board over the chalk board. I’ve decided since that Mrs. Russell just didn’t want everyone coming in and asking about mine, but at the time I was outraged. “Are you saying no one but blonds get into heaven?” I asked? “Or are you saying that when brunettes get to heaven, their hair turns yellow?” (Deep philosophical stuff there- I was very blond myself, but it still bothered me.) Had I been offered the opportunity to take and extra set home and do them “right” so I could have mine up with everyone else’s, I’m not convinced that I would have taken them up on the offer. Even at 7 I was pretty firm in my convictions.

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