Is Thanksging. And here’s why.
In the late 90’s, after a cross-country move, we found a school/home at Dayspring Christian Academy. We saw that the children could grow up as part of a school family and they would be loved, as well as taught. After a couple years, I joined the going-to-school ranks, filling in a need for a Latin teacher. There are two things that come out loud and clear at DCA. There is a lot of talk about self-government, and Thanksgiving. I found the self-government helpful as well as challenging, and useful in family life. It is key to the Thanksgiving story. At first Thanksgiving was celebrated by an all morning event, which the teachers were instrumental initiating the re- enacting and the mothers co-operated in providing a whopping turkey dinner. The kids had to re-enact as well, and after doing it year after year, they were ……let’s say, getting bored with it. Then there was the staff meeting our headmaster asked us if we wanted to do a living museum and the students could volunteer. This was totally embraced. Sewing machines came out, prop painting was undertaken, how to store the props was planned and scripts were written. Several stations were planned, starting with an intro and we first meet the ‘Pilgrims’ at Scrooby Manor, William Bradford’s home. This was ‘my’ station. Memorizing, rehearsals, setting up our stations. It was delightful work. It Was work. And camaraderie. Then the evening would come and we would repeat our scene over and over for about 3 hours straight. I think we did two evenings. By the next day, we were on Thanksgiving break and, if we were done with our grades, we were free. For a week. It wasn’t like Christmas where you have to be mindful of gifts and decorations and concerts/recitals and visits. It was free. It was the end of the first trimester, the culmination of that early push into a new school year. It was a sweet week. There was time for music and dinner with family and friends and to enjoy each other’s good company.
I still feel that time, maybe not for a whole week, but this slow down, the gardens done, the fire is lit, time for company sort of sense. I miss those kids who have grown up and have children of their own.
Last week I saw on FB that they were doing it and I thought, ” I never saw the whole thing!” So I signed my man and me up when we went! I saw at least a few former students acting in adult roles. I hope their Thanksgivings are refreshing and sweet.It was so good to see familiar faces and to see good work continue.
Many thanks to those who said the same things over and over again for 3 hours.