The Place of Belonging

The Place of Belonging

Last summer I walked through the valley of the shadow of death…”

Peter Gould

Peter BouldIs it the place or the people that make Vermont a Mecca for the soul? This piece by local Peter Gould (see below) speaks to both.

I first “met” Peter on the stage at Marlboro College where he and  Stephen Stearns, offered their comic rendition of Jack and the Beanstalk. I was seated in the third row, and I remember the moment exactly, because in addition to the laughter, I felt the baby move inside–for the first time–and I knew he liked comedy too.

A handful of years later, Peter (aka. “Pedro”)  became this same child’s Spanish teacher, and later accompanied his Junior High class on their trip to Costa Rica; and in his graduated year assisted them in preparing for their annual Cabaret.

Peter “clowning” at the 2009 Heifer Stroll (with his mother!)

During this time, Peter also helped create a theater school in Brattleboro, and published a YA novel, Write Naked, which captures the tender heart of first love.

Last year, he retired from his role as Spanish teacher extraordinaire following a health crisis.

The next fall, I found Pedro’s words at taped the teachers’ bathroom wall–a long held dedicated place of poetry, humor and inspiration. I wrote Pedro for my own copy and he gave me his permission to share it here. No doubt you will find it as inspirational as this place called Vermont:

Kelly Salasin

Last summer i walked through the valley of the shadow of death one night. My heart stopped while i was riding in an ambulance.  i was in a beautiful, calm, and fearless state of mind—you could almost say, of meditation, grace and patience—when i nearly died. and this is exactly why i live to talk about it. The technician sitting next to me walloped my chest, and i returned from where i had gone to. He welcomed me back warmly–one of the three percent who live to talk about it.

i now live my life with four principles up front, as often as i can keep them in my mind:

Be grateful.
Have no fear.
Inhabit your life.
Maintain your belongings.

These have seemed to work very well for me for the past 14 months. Number one and number two are fairly easy to parse, and both have reverberated clearly since that night.
The third is really about envy, or haste, or that feeling we may carry around, of always looking forward to the next thing—i have tried to relax and be here, in my life, my house, my marriage, my work, and my town, not rushing through these, not regretting, not craving some other life, not thinking about change.

Strangely, number four has been the richest vein-—maintain your belongings. Not just what belongs to me but also: what i belong to.  Taking intense pleasure in cleaning out a drawer, fixing a broken anything, bringing a box of clothes to the thrift store, getting rid of books, taking the time to PLAN maintenance too–taking quiet delight in visualizing all the important steps.

The most amazing things happen: i decide to mend a hole in a dear old cashmere sweater. i decide to put it on the car seat beside me and drive to delectable mountain quilts in downtown Brattleboro to find just the right color thread. when i enter the store, jan, the owner, is leaning over her counter listening to a beautiful piece of female music. she is crying. i lean over and listen too. when the song ends, she says, “do you want to hear it again?” i say yes, and we listen.

Now we are friends who share music. Now I have brought her a cd of songs that speak in the same way to me, and now our friendship has hit a whole new level. Not just cloth and thread, but music, too, and the mutual appreciation of the place where women sing from.

When we decide to live in a different way, taking the time to take care of what belongs to us or what we belong to, we open ourselves to a revolutionary way of being in the world, which flies in the face of our history, of north american conquistador/militaristic materialism. Since pioneer days, we have moved on to new fertile ground after we have fouled the place we’ve been. We leave our unportable junk behind. That’s how we have behaved in Iraq, in so many places…

A great feeling of peace comes over me when I stop and say, I could fix this, I could maintain this, I could work on my relationship with this acquaintance i see coming down the street toward me. I could clean up my email inbox. I could sort through the boxes of papers under my bed. I need to tie up the pea plants: instead of trying to hack apart this garden string with a shovel blade, i could gently lean the pea plant against the fence, put the string down and go into the kitchen and get a knife. i could walk slowly and breathe deeply while doing this. i could stop in the kitchen and have a drink of water on the way.

The key word is “belonging” and imagining all the different aspects of that word. Maintaining the whole web of relationships we belong to… It’s become a whole new way of living, for me. I don’t have to retire my ambition, in order to be this way. I have to take the time to consider quality in my actions, visualize it ahead of me and in the path i leave behind me.

It’s the way I want to be, now.

~Peter Gould, 2010

Garden Camp–FREE!

Garden Camp–FREE!

The Brattleboro Food Co-op

in support of the Farm to School Program

PRESENTS:

GARDEN CAMP  at the Marlboro Elementary School

for 2cnd through 5th graders

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Tuesday mornings from 9-11:00 am

from June 22nd through July 27th

Come to one or more, it’s up to you!

Instructor: Heather Sperling, MES parent and the Education Outreach Coordinator at the Brattleboro Food Coop, leads this time of learning and playing in the school’s garden.  Participants will make tasty seasonal recipes and enjoy a yummy snack!  This is a free program being offered in conjunction with the Coop.

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Camp update: Our first garden camp session was a blast!  We began with a little bit of garden work, watering and harvesting some beautiful garlic scapes.  We then played the very popular game called Camouflage where Aidan tried to trick us with his hat decoy!  We collected some sticks and made beautiful garden journals, had a mini botany lesson and enjoyed a yummy snack!  Before we knew it, the morning was over.  We can’t wait until next time, hope you can join us too!

If your family is interested in being involved, please call Heather at 254-3267 or email her at <hsperling@rocketmail.com> to sign up.  There is no deadline, just call sometime before the next gathering.

The Meetinghouse Preschool, Marlboro, VT

The Meetinghouse Preschool, Marlboro, VT

on the occasion of its 25th anniversary (1998)

Kelly Salasin

This year The Meetinghouse preschool in Marlboro, Vermont celebrates its twenty-fifth anniversary. This milestone is testimony to the hundreds of parents who have come together since 1973 to support this school and entrust their children to its teachers.

More than 300 preschool students have graduated from Meetinghouse since it first began. Some of those alumni were on hand for the anniversary dinner held this April at the Colonel Williams Inn in Marlboro.

Hannah Van Loon was a student in the first class to pass through the school, and remembers it as a safe, and comfortable place,  “I still remember building with those red and white cardboard blocks,” says twenty-eight year old Hannah, who now works as a paraeducator in Brattleboro.

Simon Holzapfel, twenty-five, and his brother Forrest, twenty-three, also attended the school in its early years. “I remember the windows being really high, “ says Simon about the classroom which is housed in the town church. “I’m still friends with some of the kids that were in my class back then,” he adds.

As an eighth grader, Simon returned to the preschool to work as a helper. “I read to the kids, pushed them on the swings, and helped them play more civilly,” recalls Simon, who is now a teacher himself at the Putney School.

Liza Murrow Ketchum founded The Meetinghouse School in the early seventies and served as its first director/teacher. As an educator and writer, she studied schools in England for the book she authored, Children Come First. Liza was impressed with the innovative primary programs there which helped shape her vision for the preschool she would start in Marlboro.

The directorship of the school has changed hands over the years, and Liza, who is now a children’s author, resides outside of Boston. She was excited to receive the announcement of the school’s twenty-fifth anniversary, saying, “I was tickled to see Joe Hamilton’s signature on the letter.”

At seventy-seven, Mr. Hamilton has served as chairman of the board since the school began.“All of my efforts over the years to retire have been fruitless,” says Joe with a hint of a smile, “Three or four years ago they passed a resolution… they won’t let me resign.

When first searching for a site for the preschool, Liza found the town church to be the perfect spot. Built in 1932 and located in the center of Marlboro, the building has a large center room, kitchen and bathroom facilities, and huge windows that let in plenty of light.

Like other rural churches in the area, membership had been declining, and services were only held in the summer months and at Christmas time. As church moderator, Joe Hamilton, a dairy farmer in West Brattleboro, supported the idea of turning over the use of the first floor of the church to the preschool. “It just seemed to me that it was better to have the building used,” said Joe.

The Hamilton family has been members of the church since the early 1800s (before the original building on that site burnt down). “Joe was a great link between the school community and the church community,” says school founder Liza Murrow Ketchum, “The first year or two, most of the people were nervous about the preschool, but once they saw that the families and I cared about the building, things changed.”

Liza describes the involvement of the parents in the school during those early years as “heartwarming,”and adds, “There just wasn’t any other way to run the place.”

This tradition of parent involvement in the school has been passed down through the generations of families, and has kept this cooperative preschool alive. Twenty-five years later, the parents continue to work closely with the director to ensure the school’s success:

Parents come in to cook and create with the children, they volunteer to work as substitutes or chaperones if needed, they provide snack for the class, they take on the jobs of maintaining and cleaning the building, and they organize and carry out the fundraisers that financially support the school.

For some this may seem overwhelming, but for the parents whose children attend this school, it is essential. “A lot of parents in this society are looking for a place to put their kids while they go off and do their things, I don’t think that’s the general consensus here,” says parent Kathy Pell,We’re looking for a place for our kids to go that we’re a part of as well.”

This is a different place than others,” continues Kathy, who also serves on the board. “There are preschools that we have been to where they won’t let parents come in, where they won’t let you stay, where they certainly wouldn’t let you sit there and help your kids out during the day– and be a part of the whole thing. Family is really important here, and that makes it unique.”

Board member and parent Carol Brooke-deBock agrees, “Any teacher that comes aboard has to feel committed that the kids just aren’t being sent to the school. She has to want to work with the whole family, and to encourage the parents to ask questions.

Parents are willing to make the commitment,” adds parent Jodi Paloni, who also serves on the board,That commitment is needed to keep things going, and it’s fun! It’s not just what get’s done… it’s the spirit of it all. That provides the momentum for the school.”

Celeste MacArthur takes advantage of the scholarship offered for cleaning the classroom. Her daughter Iyla is the third of her children to attend Meetinghouse. “Even when I’m cleaning, I think about the kids… It isn’t just a job. I have so much gratitude for Iyla’s experience here,” Celeste says.

Working scholarships are available to families who need tuition support. Generally tuition covers about sixty percent of the school’s annual budget (depending on enrollment), while the remaining portion comes from the school’s fundraising initiatives.

Fundraising can be a drag at times… It’s a lot of work, ” emphasizes school treasurer Carol Brooke-deBock, “But it also brings people together. People feel more invested in the school because of it.”

The school’s largest and longest-running fundraising effort is their Annual Cider Sale which has taken place each autumn for the past twenty years! The school even has its own pressing equipment.

Whether or not you know the school, you most surely know this event that takes place on Route 9 in Marlboro each Columbus Day Weekend. The landmark is the huge mound of apples and the big tents under which the cider is pressed and the home baked pies are sold.

The cider sale kicks off the school year for the parents and really brings their families together:  the week before the sale everyone gathers at Scott Orchard in Dummerston to do the picking. The preschoolers work along side their– brothers and sisters, moms and dads, grandparents, aunts and uncles, and friends– to gather the apples for the cider and for pies that will be baked the following week.

The relationships formed in coming together to support the schoolcarry over into the community,” explains board member Laura Hunter. “There is this great friendship outside of the school… it’s really amazing. We are all so different from each other, but the core of why we are at Meetinghouse is the same, and that makes our bonds so strong.”

That bond is vital to parent Kathy Pell who was new to the community when her son Dakota was a preschooler. “When we moved here, I definitely didn’t feel like I was part of anything,” explains Kathy, “but being at Meetinghouse, first as parent, then as a board member, gave me this little tiny community to be a part ofa place where we share a philosophy of what we want for our kids… to have a really safe, really enjoyable, learning environment.

The common values held by these families are “apparent in the children themselves,” says parent Dolly Glennon, who drives from Wilmington each day so that her sons Brad and Drew can attend the school.

Meetinghouse has always attracted families from communities outside its home in Marlboro. Prior to relocating there, Laura Hunter traveled from Brookline to enable her daughter to attend the school. “Erica has special needs,” explains Laura, “We had looked at every place in the area, and nothing felt right. But the minute that I took her over to Meetinghouse, it was like, ‘this is it!’”

Paul works well with kids with special needs,says alumni parent Janie Ahern about the school’s director, Paul Redmond, “That makes it a very unique school… It’s not only unique to the kids who are already there, but also for kids that really need something extra. Not all preschools can do that.

Paul interacted with my daughter like nobody else did,” explains Laura, “I really needed that for her. I never felt like I could drop her off and leave her with anybody else before. This was a safe place.

Many parents seem to know that The Meetinghouse School is the right place for their child the moment they walk through the door.It’s definitely the perfect environment… the children have the space to expand, “ says Dolly Glennon about the classroom, “It’s also really neat to have a male role model for the kids.”

Janie Ahern served on the board in 1989 when Paul Redmond was hired as the director. She later worked as his assistant after her children graduated from the school. “One of the most important things about Paul is that he thinks of each child as being truly unique, and he treats them that way. Not all teachers do that,” Janie explains. “Paul really zeros in on the kids, and that’s his focus, “ she adds, “He is very concerned about the child’s well being and about what they are learning in the world… and that’s not just out of a book, and it’s not just from a project.

On first encounter, it may surprise you to meet the director who runs the Meetinghouse School– he’s not  what you might expect of someone whose days are spent with small children. For starters, there aren’t too many men working in preschools; and Paul’s not fresh out of college either, he has a masters in education and has been teaching for almost thirty years.

Paul Redmond is a big, burly kind of guy with a long droopy mustache. (He once came to school clean shaven and dressed in a tie and suit for Halloween… none of the kids recognized him.) There’s a definite solidness about Paul, in the way he talks to the children, and yet he is also very gentle. With his southern accent, you’ll hear him reminding the girls and boys to be “ladies” and “gentlemen.”

They love him!

Paul comes when we need him,” says four-year old Lindsay Ware, “When I am up in a tree, he helps me get down.”

We like when Paul plays tricks on us, like when he pretends that Brad’s lunch is his,” say five-year olds, Aaron Brooke-deBock and Margaret Bernhard, with a giggle.

Paul protects things,”says Liza Haughty,

and when somebody gets hurt, he comes,” adds Alex Hunter.

We like when he does scary stories!” three-year olds, Madeline Hawes and MacKenzie Fisher, say with a big grin.

At times the parents pull up to the school at the end of a rainy day to find the building vibrating with Latin music as Paul leads the class in a scarf dance. On the drive home, the children will laugh about how Goldilocks met The Three Pigs in a play they acted out that morning. Day and night, the house will be filled with song… “Mud, mud, I love mud! I’m absolutely, positively, wild about mud!”

I want the kids to be excited about being at school,” says Paul,I want them to sing and dance… I want the world to open up to them. If children feel safe, emotionally and physically, then they’ll explore, they’ll take chances. I provide that safety by being consistent, by assuring them that no harm will come to them, and by letting them know that there are certain things that I will allow and certain things I won’t allow. They come to trust me.

Paul is obviously ideal,” says board member Kathy Pell about the kind of teacher the parents want for their children. “We want someone who encourages the children to solve their own problems, but who also gives them the skills to do that… someone who encourages them to explore, who doesn’t push educational philosophies versus the children’s learning and growth… someone who will be enthusiastic and gentle, all at the same time,” she explains.

In the same way that children need to feel safe, parents need to feel that their children are safe,” says Paul, “They have to be involved in order to feel that. The better the parents know me, the more comfortable they are with me, and the more willing they are to talk to me about their children’s real issues. I like it when parents come and visit. I like for them to feel that this is their school, and I like for them to know what’s going on.”

Mornings at Meetinghouse are a nice blend of what this school is all about. At group time, the children come together on the green rug to sing songs and hear about the day’s activities. The parents circle around with babes in arms (or coffee), keeping their eyes on wandering toddlers.

There’s lots of laughter, especially among the adults, as Paul (who has been described as the David Letterman of preschool) targets comments their way. Parents linger just a moment more to see what he’ll say next as he manages ‘show and tell’,… always able to find a new angle on the same fire equipment that one little guy has brought in each week since the beginning of the year.

After group, the parents leave one by one, and the children begin their day.

The scene is timeless...

Alex and Brad at the easel, Margaret and Liza in the dress-up corner, MacKenzie and Orion dressed in capes and armor in the climbing frame, Lloyd and Griffin at the sandbox, Lindsay and Cody at the art tables, Eli and Iyla building towers, Jason and Aaron with Trent eating peanuts…

Change the names and the faces, and you are transported back to an earlier time when children who are now out of college did these same things.

Meetinghouse is not about a certain group of kids or even a certain group of parents, it’s not about one particular director or one particular way of teaching, it’s not even about the building that’s housed it for the last twenty-five years.

The Meetinghouse School is a tradition created by all of those pieces coming together, working together, to make a safe and happy place for our children.

Happy 25th Anniversary Meetinghouse!!!


Irish Potatoes for St. Patty’s Day

Irish Potatoes for St. Patty’s Day

"Ireland" Bert Cortes (visipix.com)

I think part of what attracted me to Vermont was the familiar lush greens of my ancestors’ Ireland. Upon relocating to the Green Mountains however, I discovered little, if any, acknowledgment of the sacred holiday for Irish descendants. Thus I was forced to transport an unusual Saint Patty’s tradition from Philadelphia:

The Irish Potato (see recipe below.)

These are an item that appear–everywhere–ad nauseum–on March 17 on this side of the Atlantic. They’re not a vegetable at all, but an excuse to eat icing without cake.I’d always hated them, until I moved to Vermont and needed to find a way to put some Irish deep into the hearts of my community.

“Irish Potatoes” are now an epic tradition in our local elementary school as my own boys have shared them with their classmates and teachers each March 17th for the past 13 years.

Here’s the recipe if you need a little extra Irish in your life too~

Kelly’s Irish Potatoes

Ingredients:

1-2 lb of powdered sugar

1 stick of softened butter

8 oz of cream cheese (traditional works best for “sticking” purposes)

Up to 1 lb of shredded coc0nut (optional, but if you don’t use it, you’ll need more sugar!)

1 1/2 tsp of vanilla

1/2 tsp of salt

Blend powdered sugar, salt, butter and cream cheese until smooth.  (Note: I only use as much powder sugar as is necessary to create a stiff dough, knowing that the coconut will also lend holding power.)
Stir in vanilla.  Add coconut to taste/texture preference. Cover and chill several hours.
Roll chilled batter into ball shaped potatoes. (I make mine very small–less than an inch long and about a 1/2 inch wide. )  Don’t over roll.  Let them be “lumpy” like potatoes.
Roll in cinnamon for the “potato effect.” (This last step is a fun one for kids.)
Cover and keep chilled.  Makes 3-6 dozen depending on size, quantity of sugar and coconut.
(Dip extra batter into chocolate for coconut Easter eggs!)

Erin Go Bragh!

(For more IRISH, click here)

The Consolidation of an Education

The Consolidation of an Education

I wish every day was All School Sing,

and we always did the Chicken Dance.”

Aidan, 7 years old, Marlboro, Vermont

A celebration at Marlboro Elementary School, Vermont. ( photo: Pam Burke)

con-sol-i-date, verb ORIGIN early 16th cent. (in the sense [combine into a single whole] ): from Latin consolidare, from con- ‘together’ + solidare ‘make firm’ (from solidus ‘solid’ ).

Maybe lots of Superintendents show up at schools dressed like Abe Lincoln in February and maybe some even attempt to visit every classroom in every school in their entire district. Or maybe that’s just Vermont.

Or maybe that’s just Steven John.

Before Dr. John became our district Superintendent, he was a Principal, and before that, he was a classroom teacher, and in between–he parented, sang in a chorus, acted as Town Meeting Moderator–and even worked as an “extra” in the film, Funny Farm.

It’s funny to have a Superintendent’s face in one of your favorite movies about moving to Vermont, but it’s also nice to know that he lives here and knows the people and has worked in the trenches before making vital decisions on behalf of the rest of us.

Last week Steven attended All School Sing at our elementary building in Marlboro, Vermont. This time he came as himself.  But he still had an opportunity to wear another hat, when he was asked to lead one section of the room in a round of Nursery Rhymes.

His tune was Row, Row, Row Your Boat.

Afterward, he joined our school Principal, Francie Marbury, at the monthly coffee chat with parents–and we had a chance to hear about education from the district perspective–about how each school was like a row boat filling with water and how each Principal was bailing as quickly as she could to keep the boat from sinking.

Steven pointed out that although each school strongly held onto their individual identity–eg. the way we do things in Marlboro — if you took a look at these same schools from a bit of a distance, you’d see that they were pretty much the same.

I bristled as this lack of distinction. Having taught at some of the schools Steven mentioned, I was quick to point out the inaccuracy. But Dr. John went on to counter that all these schools have high caliber teachers and that they all shared the beloved tradition of All School Sing for example.

Sure all schools in Vermont do All School Sing, I thought, but not like us: Do other schools have a Lost & Found Fashion Show complete with a runway and soundtrack?  Do they waltz to Boyz to Men on Valentines Day and contra dance to Aretha?  Do kids tell jokes?  Do teachers laugh and sigh just as hard as everyone else? Does Spider Man (aka. the board president) appear on the climbing wall?

The meeting ended with a stalemate between the Superintendent and me. But I kept on thinking…

Maybe from a hundred feet up these small schools look the same, but in the day to day, in the moments that matter, our school has that “Je ne sais quoi,” and that makes all the difference.

Perhaps the difference in our perceptions has to do with the difference in what we’re after. Dr. John has to balance the budget, answer to the state, make our district make sense on paper.

As a  parent, the school has to make sense to my child and my family. We intentionally relocated to Marlboro for this particular style of education. We chose it for that immeasurable spark that I saw among students and teachers.

It’s the same spark that I saw this morning at this week’s “Sing” on top of a table of a hundred lit cupcakes that were rolled out to fete teacher David Holzapfel’s 60th birthday.

The whole room was taken by surprise, and they all sang in a way that showed that they really meant it–and that they all knew that David’s wife Michelle was not only a terrifying Ghoul on Halloween, but a killer baker.

“This is a beautiful community,” I thought as I looked around at a room of beaming faces…  Any distinction between teacher and student had melted away as the whole room stood to applaud David’s efforts to blow out an extraordinary number of candles with a bike pump that failed mid-way.

“Where’s Steven John now?” I quipped to the Principal on my way out. “You don’t see that in Dover!”

(See Tribute to a School & Kindergarten Moments for more on unconsolidated education, Marlboro style.)

Note: Thanks goes out to Dover for their letter to the Department of Education reversing the decision on the closed meetings in Montpelier.