Dear Deev,
I have many fond memories of Mim at the
club. How did a group a girls become so blessed and fortunate? We got to
do all kinds of fun things. Once your Mom taught us to make peanut
butter filled chocolate Easter eggs! Yum. Every meeting was different.
We even took a field trip to Kinky-kill.
Mim made up some initiation requirements
before we could be true members. One requirement was to recite the
Preamble to the Constitution. We all did this, of course. I never asked
her why she obliged us to learn this. Yet, as a teacher I often marvel
that I have this unique part of our country’s history waiting in my
brain to be recalled at any moment. I have used it in various ways to
enhance teaching and learning. One group of Limited English speakers
used it to make a video. They acted out each part. They “formed a more
perfect union” by assembling a cardboard puzzle of the states in fast
motion. Of course the Preamble is valuable in social studies classes,
and always proves to be a spring board for open-ended inquiry. It also
serves as an inspiration for excellent writing. It is one long, well
composed sentence. I reach into my personal hard drive when I want to
review the founding fathers’ words. And every time I replay the
Preamble, I think affectionately of Mim!
Young teens who find friends and
confidants are born under a lucky star. Mim was our very special mentor.
Her club enhanced the bonds of our friendships. She encouraged us to
think, care, maintain values, be creative, build community, and have
fun.
Here is something to think about for the Mim Moment of the day:
We the people of the United States,
in Order to form a more perfect Union,
establish Justice,
insure domestic Tranquility,
provide for the common defense,
promote the general Welfare,
and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity,
do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America.
With love,
Peaches
P.S.
It is kind of cool that in the late 1700s Americans played free and
easy with the use of capital letters. Americans still do, and it drives
my British friends in the International Baccalaureate crazy.
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