today i went to the 75th anniversary of my daughter's elementary school. time travel! there was someone there who was may queen in 1934, a 95-year-old teacher who had taught there for many years, and of course the choir who sang right across the century, from i got plenty o' nuttin to rag mop to woodstock to i got a good mother.
yes, an experience in time and space. standing by the entrance, i watched all these people coming in. most of them didn't seem to know each other, or didn't recognize each other. 35-year-olds from langley, a man well past retirement from ontario, a guy in a kilt and a marijuana leaf dangling from his ear, a teacher-turned-textile-artist, a self described slum lord from the neighbourhood, the princpal, the choir teacher, me ... what connected us? just little strands of stime and space. the space of this school, where we have memories, and time: an anniversary. these strands of time and space connected us - like the ribbons of the may pole. woven by stories and memories: you remember when ... ? and the tall grass outside the school ... and then his brother broke his arm ... oh, my son moved to surrey, too ... mr, woodcock, he was the principal for 35 years ... stories, stories, stories. humans are story telling animals.
isabella mori
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