Turned in the Grade Summary Reports and my keys. The room is able to be cleaned now the clutter is gone.
Got the required signatures on my close-out sheet for School Year 2013-14 and took a photograph as I was getting ready to leave.
Thursday and Friday we go to training at another location from 8-3. Three o’clock Friday it will be School’s Out for the Summer.
Here is the room in response to the challenge
A photo of a colleague in an art room upstairs, photographed almost exactly one year ago
An a giant room/gym with the graduating class of 2013 last June, keeping with the school related room theme
(Alice Cooper, Pink Floyd, Al Green, Chuck Berry and Supertramp are featured)
As I left the school today, I noticed the big barrels of janitorial products and a giant mop wringer system. Ready for action! Industrial Strength Action.
I read the labels and they seemed poetic. Purplematic. Pink Concentrate. iShine.
Three more days to go. And the the custodial staff will make the building ready for the new school year.
Our school is a really clean one and you can see why.
My school colleague, Robert Baltos shared his memories of Allen School
Once upon a time there was a grade school in the Allentown neighborhood of Pittsburgh. This is a picture of my third grade class in 1956. Dwight D. Eisenhower was the president, there were 48 stars on the American flag and we were able to walk to school thanks to Dr. Jonas Salk. It is odd that sometimes I can’t remember what I did a few days ago but my memories of this wonderful place are forever intact. This was one of those photographs that my mother saved for me. I suppose that it is fitting that while I started writing this that I realized that today is her birthday. She has since passed on to her place in Heaven. I have looked at this group photo many times and I am able to recall most of the names of my classmates. We followed each other to junior and senior high school. Since then, I have never seen or heard from the majority of these people again. At the time this class picture was taken, air-raid drills were commonplace and we were convinced that World War III was at hand. Little did we know that in the not-too-distant future that some of the Class of 1966 would end up in Southeast Asia for our “senior trip” or that a young senator from Massachusetts would become our next president and be murdered in public several years later.
The teachers at Allen School were special people, the likes of which we will never see again. The teacher at the center of picture is Miss Helen Laucik, our physical education and health teacher. Like all of the teachers there, she was full of energy, ideas and compassion. She always reminded us to take care of our teeth and our feet, both of which she assured us that we would miss in our old age if we didn’t heed her warning. Mrs. Demming was our history, writing and music teacher. She predicted that there would be a currency called the “Euro”, warned us about the proliferation of socialism here and abroad and that much of what we consume would be someday be manufactured in places like China. Miss Bash was our mathematics teacher. Contrary to what some of the “experts” with their phony PhDs believe today, rote memorization of the multiplication tables and proficiency in long division, fractions and other basic arithmetic was absolutely necessary and you weren’t leaving her class without those basic skills!
Allen School closed in 1961. The students actually took their books and belongings from the desks, walked up the hill and placed them in their desks in the newly built Grandview School. However, Grandview could never replace the physical building of Allen School. Today’s architects could not imagine or duplicate such a place. On the other hand, bricks and mortar are just that. Miss Laucik, Mr. Kelly and a few others made the move that day too and taught there for many years afterward. Whey they left, they took the remaining spirit of Allen School with them. Oh, I almost forgot! Mrs. Bennett, thank you for being our librarian and teaching us how to use the Dewey Decimal System! I have a copy of the first book that you helped me select from the 600 aisle. “The Boy Electrician” by Alfred P. Morgan.
(Mr. Baltos is the third one down on the left. He still has the striped shirt!)
A couple of weeks ago, my next door neighbor at school put out a call for a poster about reading.
There was to be a state inspection and a visual aid encouraging reading was on the checklist. When I saw her in the hall, I offered a collage of photographs of students reading their favorite books. She was thrilled and one of her students created a large poster with the photos and added some text about the benefits of reading.
It looked good and she told me it was well received by the inspection team. My colleague was pleased. And grateful. I wish I had a photo of the finished poster to include in this post but it is at school.
As a thank you, she brought me this unexpected gift.
She said when she saw them at the store, they reminded her of me. I looked in the mirror and I see the resemblance!
When I saw the smiling face socks, I thought of fellow blogger Stef and her Smile, Kiddo blog. Always on the lookout for smiles.
Right now the high school students are working on creating images for a positive image campaign so it’s a great post for that theme.
This lone tulip was left out of the water overnight. I tried to revive it, see if it could stand up again. Gave it a drink.
The curved lines seem to repeat.
My dad gave me two of these vases ages ago.
The students have been photographing the white tulips and painting them in Photoshop elements
to make them a color.
Amid, Amidst, Among- Writing Tips Blog describes the difference of these three words.
You decide if I made the right choice- amid. Amidst is outdated but I chose that first. Then I wondered if I chose correctly.
The more I thought about the choice, the more confused I became. But we are among friends.
Where did that boy go?
“There he is. Is he going to throw that stick, or what? I’ll fetch it.”
Photographer Christopher Boffoli has the best use of the miniatures I’ve seen. He’s created a book Big Appetites.
Creative and humorous, his work cheers me. Makes me laugh.
Pittsburgh has some steep streets. I plan to find them and photograph them when winter’s gone.
A friend posted an info-graphic Steepest Streets in America. The top ten. Two are in Pittsburgh.
Dornbush Street and Canton Avenue.
This street headed up to Brownsville Road is a steep one. It is also a one way so I didn’t drive up it.
On the way to school the other morning…
The sidewalk turns into stairs and has a railing the whole way up. It isn’t on the info graphic but you know I’m on a mission to find the two steepest Pittsburgh streets listed and photograph them for the blog.
In the early ’90s we used to drive down a street in Mt. Washington that looked like you were driving off the end of the world. Three kids strapped in seat belts in back. We’d go around again, they’d lose their stomachs and we’d pretend we were on a roller coaster.
The list of the top five steepest streets in Pittsburgh -and one is in the Carrick neighborhood where I was driving.
Excerpt from Frontiernet.net below-
- Canton Avenue is a 37% grade, and is in the Beechview neighborhood. It is the steepest street in Pittsburgh.
- Dornbush Street is a 32% grade, and is in the East Hills neighborhood.
- Boustead Street is a 29% grade, and is in the Beechview neighborhood.
- East Woodford Avenue is a 27% grade, and is in the Carrick neighborhood.
- Rialto Street is a 25% grade, and is in the Troy Hills neighborhood.
I went and looked up the info about Steve McQueen driving in Bullitt and what street that was in San Francisco.
Taylor Street is not in the top ten but here is an interesting post about the making of that famous driving scene.
People and windows.
June 14, 2012 Visual Arts Room
Maura and Murphy at Aunt Linda’s
Pittsburgh Firefighter on South Side
Jane and Prem’ Wedding
Beautiful Valentine’s Day Bride
Sea Lion Viewing Window at the Zoo Pittsburgh PA
What I saw when I got to my car after school-
Photographed in the school parking lot.
All I did was change the angle of my phone camera within a few seconds of the first shot.
Two photos are un-retouched
A Friend is Someone Who Likes You. (by Joan Walsh Anglund)
Can’t show you the sweet images inside as they’re copyrighted but it’s all about how lovely it is to have a friend.
I took the book to school in 1961 and the teacher, Miss Grace E. Wagner, inscribed it after I shared it.
A good friend is to be cherished.
You may not see your friend all the time, live far away, but when you’re together it is as if all the time between melts and you pick up where you left off.
Your good friend “gets you”, accepts you, and loves you, no matter what. And you love them right back!
Life events, milestones, heartaches, joys, loss and laughter. Sometimes all in the same moment. These are shared, celebrated or in the case of grief you keep one another in your hearts. Carefully. Remembering. With gratitude. And much love.
for my longtime friend – I love you. Happy Birthday!
Woke up this morning to the first snow.
After school there wasn’t much left in the school parking lot, except for these few leaves.
Curb medley of autumn leaves with icy accents.
After knitting at Ann’s, I drove her other friend to the Frick Market so she could order a fresh turkey. Right across from Sterrett School.
And when I parked I saw all of these fine items waiting to picked up at the curb. I talked to the people outside the market and they said they were going to be listed on Craiglist under CURB APPEAL
. It was the fake log fireplace and andirons that set the mood.
Crossing the street, a long block from school. I saw the doe cross first and sure enough she was followed by her two young ones. They were not afraid of me and took their time crossing Parkfield Street. Someone’s back garden was probably breakfast.
On this night before a new school year is about to start and the summer vacation and family visits are memories, I was thinking about why I wanted to be a teacher in the first place.
I’m writing and posting these photos to pay tribute to wonderful teachers in my life.
In the 3rd grade I had an excellent teacher Grace Wagner from Dravosburg PA who taught at Winchester- Thurston. I found an alumni listing online Indiana PA Teachers College class of 1920. Unfortunately I can’t find the photo I have of her but plan to unearth it and post someday soon. Who wouldn’t love a teacher who wrote this about their student. I found it tonight in an envelope addressed to my parents, inside a deteriorating leather scrapbook. Isn’t her handwriting beautiful? I am so grateful I discovered this report tonight before school starts. “she is able to put her gifts to good use” she wrote. I feel encouraged once again as I hear her voice as I read the words she wrote in 1960-1961
Miss Wagner marked a 1 ( outstanding) for Play Spirit on the report card. They don’t have that category on report cards anymore.
And here is Winona Stewart from Morris Plains Borough School in New Jersey.
In the sixth grade and also in the 7th and 8th grade I had a most wonderful teacher- Winona Stewart. We had a Roman Banquet and she read The Human Comedy by William Saroyan aloud after lunch, and also The Incredible Journey by Sheila Burnford. Every week we memorized a poem and recited it- The Solitary Reaper by William Wordsworth is one I remember well. I took this photo of Mrs. Steward in 1966, the year I graduated from 8th grade. When I lived in Germany and my own kids were young in the early 80’s, I found an address and wrote her a thank you note and told her how I remembered her reading aloud to our class and how she influenced my choice to get a Masters in Reading. She wrote a beautiful note back to me and one of these days I bet I unearth it, too. She collaborated with the next teacher I am going to mention. We did a show called The Curse of Ra as we learned about Egypt making a gold sarcophagus of papier mache and I was a dancing girl. It all seemed so exciting and wonderful and fun!
Mr G. is why I wanted to be an art teacher. I had him in grade school AND High School. I didn’t try to contact him soon enough as he was deceased when I though of it.
Arthur W Guenther. He produced a movie with our 4th grade class called Around the World in 90 Minutes. I was from the Netherlands and we used real wooden shoes in the tulips. I got a bit part in the French segment too, standing by a Kiosk, chatting away. I remember Starr Kenyon went down the slide as if skiing. Titi Moglia wore a kimono and had a fan and there were pink tissue paper cherry blossoms. I wish I could see the movie again.
When I think of all his creativity, I am in awe.
Mr. Guenther danced on Broadway in the show South Pacific with Mary Martin and showed us his scrapbook,
Mr. Guenther helped finish the monochrome portrait of me in 4th period oil painting class. It hangs in my bathroom.
My granddaughter Anna asked this past week, “Why are you all green?: and I started thinking about Mr Guenther and how he inspired me.
And here I am tonight, wondering if I can inspire someone as I start my new classes.
My father, Roy J. Hendricks (b. 1912-d.2002) was a teacher in a one room school in Illinois
My mother Marian VanSickle (b. 1912- d. 2000) was a teacher in a one room school in Illinois That is my mom in the back row on the left.
What teacher inspired you?
Well it WILL be out come Monday, June 17th (the final day without students)
The lockers were all opened and cleared out after the students left. What a collection in the lost and found.
I still have to turn in my keys and get signed out. The grade summary reports got turned in Friday. The books packed from the shelves in boxes or cupboards. Ripped down the bulletin board paper and thought about what color for next fall.
This lone work boot and the baseball were in the hallway by an open locker.
Thought about how I could have rearranged the still life to improve the composition but didn’t touch it,
just moved myself and the camera.
Happy Summer- I’m turning off all alarms.
Saturday at 12:30 PM, Pittsburgh Carrick High School’s Class of 2013 will graduate.
Friday morning, the Timpani were waiting for a truck to take them to Petersen Events Center at University of Pittsburgh. Ready for their part in Sir Edward Elgar’s Pomp and Circumstance as the seniors walk in the processional.
The bowl of the drum seemed to glow on this overcast day. And yes, there’s a snare drum peeking from behind.
It seems from the emails from friends and followers that comcast.net and verizon. net are the largest group not receiving my daily post via my gmail account. There are a few others, too.
Even a new email address and a different provider the next time I sent it, for some reason these addresses think the blog post is the processed meat in a little blue can. (I don’t even want to write the name of it – )
Why after almost four years of daily blog sending it is refusing my emails is something I don’t understand. No bounced back email, no sign of it in spam. People have difficulty subscribing to the blog at wordpress, not receiving a confirmation email. So what changed?
Did someone get in my email? I’ve changed all the passwords and there are no signs of compromise that I can detect. At least a few people wondered what happened to me and others have let me know they are receiving it just fine without a hitch. Did wordpress change something? What is suspicious these days? Who knows. Seems other wordpressers are in good shape but the email situation is exasperating. Thanks for your patience. I did read in an article How To Tell if you are Boring Someone, and one tip was -don’t talk about computer problems. Thanks for your input xxooxx Ruth E.
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Photographer Martin Weber had a show at Silver Eye Center of Photography called A Map of Latin American Dreams about three and a half years ago. I remembered the faces of the people he photographed and how he documented their dreams and desires on a small chalkboard in every image. He is the inspiration for this project.
We used black construction paper and white chalk. I showed the students his photographs first. Then talked about dreams. I encouraged the students to write specifically.
Today I can’t show you the faces of the students who did this project in my Digital Photography Classes but I wanted to share some of their dreams.
We converted all the dream photos into black and white and then made a display in the classroom. Of course the faces of the students amplify the effectiveness of the composition and evoke emotion but these are just the handwritten dreams of a select few students as we come to the close of the school year (last day for me June 17th)
This could be a good project for many levels of students These are 9-12th graders. I wrote down my dream, too.
My old clock fell off the hook and a new battery couldn’t help it recover.
I found this turquoise retro looking kitchen clock last Saturday in Shadyside. Oh how I love a second hand. I really like to look at a clock with a face and get a visual as to how much time is left. Most students like a digital clock for telling time.
My colleague used his Phillips screwdriver to remove the bolted kitchen clock out of the box. I ‘d bought it for my classroom. I never really noticed the time at which the clock was set when we got it out of the box.
Mr. B (Bob) told me that clocks for sale are always positioned at the time of 10:10. Huh, I had never really noticed that fact. I thought it would make an interesting post to think about. Maybe everyone else already knows this. Is it the same in other parts of the world. I guess 9:09 or 8:08 or 3:03 wouldn’t look as good.
And sure enough there is information all over the internet about it and why. Timex says they set their timepieces at 10:09:36 exactly.
It shows off their name and is symmetrical. Mental Floss has an article all about the myths and truths of the default setting 10:10 on watches and clocks for sale.
So I started thinking about digital clocks for sale and many of them online for sale are set at 12:34. Who knew? This is just something I haven’t thought about.
Thanks Mr. B. (See Bob and Whiskers 1955 post) He told me that even a broken clock shows the correct time twice a day!
Here’s the packaging for the kitchen clock for the classroom. You can see the three holes where the clock was screwed into the cardboard. I thought of going to stores and photographing a multitude of clocks at the 10:10 setting but decided at this time of the school year, one photo of the photo on the packaging would suffice.
(an iPhone photo of a photo on the packaging)
One day BEAUTY, the next day NECESSITY- Andy said the blog is like a Carousel Slide Show and you just don’t know what’s next–
On the way to school one morning. Shot with old iPhone 4. How about that narrow road Parkfield Street?
Not sure how a toilet got named a John, so I looked it up and found out they are named for Sir John Harrington and that there is even a toilet museum.
One of my favorite posts on the blog is the pink toilet in the snow.
….and so when I leave school and I’m driving down Parkfield Street (AKA the Cow Trail) and someone’s driving uphill, the road’s so narrow you have to pull over to the curb and allow the uphill car passage. Even pulled over it can be a tight squeeze.
Wouldn’t you know it, I got lucky on Monday afternoon and as I’m at the curb I look out the passenger window and see the neighborhood of Carrick and St. Basil’s Church up at the top of another hill. One shot with the window down and then I put the camera back in my school bag and take my foot of the brake and head down the hill as the uphill driver gives a wave of thanks.
Looked up St. Basil‘s story, too.
This shot shows Pittsburgh topography. Hills and more hills.
The trees are full of leaves now. Shot with the Canon 70-200mm lens as I was headed to the Girl’s Softball game.
We are eager for it to begin. In earnest.
Monday there was a two hour delay due to ice, snow and sleet. It was unexpected and I heard it on the radio as I was already driving to school.
Can we trust the groundhog? Phil said it would be an early Spring. Well Phil, it’s Spring tomorrow on the clock and calendar but it feels like WINTER today. Chilly and gray. We are ready for blossoms, muddy earth, warm breezes. Saturday I saw my first robin in the back on the porch post.
Now I know, no one reads the blog for the weather report but the change of seasons is significant. We just want to be reassured that a true Spring is coming and will warm us up. SOON. (Florida readers- I saw those photographs of you in short sleeved shirts!!)
Before school I stopped in at the Giant Eagle and bought this bouquet. I took the daffodils to school for the students to photograph. They were buds in the morning and by the afternoon they had opened.
You can see the set up with the background of folded white paper to eliminate clutter. When I was ready to go home and the lights were off, this is what I saw.