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Keeping the stories going remembering a dear friend
Bird Droppings June 5, 2023Keeping the stories going remembering a dear friend For years, I would visit, take photos and offer my two cents at the Foxfire Approach to Teaching Course by Piedmont College for graduate students and teachers already in the Mountain City, Georgia classroom. This course had been an elective graduate class of…
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Trying to teach an unteachable child
Bird Droppings June 3, 2023Trying to teach an unteachable child “Let us think of education as the means of developing our greatest abilities because in each of us there is a private hope and dream which, fulfilled, can be translated into benefit for everyone and greater strength for our nation.” John F. Kennedy As I…
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Being reborn is listening with the heart
Bird Droppings May 30, 2023 Being reborn is listening with the heart So often in life, we hear words, rationalize those utterances, develop an opinion, and then logically state a response. I returned to a conversation discussing existentialism with my granddaughter one night nearly eleven years ago as she cooed and babbled, trying her best…
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Is curriculum sacred?
Bird Droppings May 20, 2023Is curriculum sacred? My wife and I have been talking about taking a few days hiatus to head to the South Carolina coast with no schedule and little baggage. Just a spur-of-the-moment trip. I was thinking about our last crazy trip, which included a nursery or two, tourist traps, museums, and…
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I am pondering and researching education while remembering a waterfall.
Bird Droppings May 8, 2023I am pondering and researching education while remembering a waterfall. It has been eleven years since I stayed at the Sylvan Mills Bed and Breakfast in a room over a waterfall. I went up to North Georgia to recharge; perhaps another word might be to rekindle my passion for education and…
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My friend Trooper, pondering, remembering, and digesting the stories
Bird Droppings May 2, 2023My friend Trooper, pondering, remembering, and digesting the stories I was testing today for nearly four hours, and sitting quietly makes you think, remember, and ponder. Fifty years ago, I was a student at Mercer University in Macon, Georgia; I had moved south only a few months before from Pennsylvania. Macon…
