Hiking Boots ` graphite c.1977
The beginning, after all, was the middle school English Award, producing the annual Lantern issue with captioned pictorials of what went on with who was there.
But, before that was seeing the wonderful captioned picture sequences (with maps) which described our summer camp boy adventures (produced by the bookkeeper, thumbtacked to a dining hall wall).
One day, on the window shelf by the favorite chair, in the high school library, there was Bird, illustrated non-fiction c.1962 by Lois and Louis Darling.
Cornell had rowing on the crew team, reading history, re-reading Robert Frost’s essays about writing (the latter brought to light by a high school teacher whose teacher at Amherst had been Robert Frost), and love; being where E.B. White first read The Elements of Style, appreciating the natural world as well the art and planning of architecture building a thing into which you can go and be at home.
But, before that was seeing the wonderful captioned picture sequences (with maps) which described our summer camp boy adventures (produced by the bookkeeper, thumbtacked to a dining hall wall).
One day, on the window shelf by the favorite chair, in the high school library, there was Bird, illustrated non-fiction c.1962 by Lois and Louis Darling.
Cornell had rowing on the crew team, reading history, re-reading Robert Frost’s essays about writing (the latter brought to light by a high school teacher whose teacher at Amherst had been Robert Frost), and love; being where E.B. White first read The Elements of Style, appreciating the natural world as well the art and planning of architecture building a thing into which you can go and be at home.
Well, school for my own children was important. I created content for them which hinged on their play, doodling about; children know when they do their best, and we get countless opportunities to rejoice in that.
Maths and sciences are words put into numbers.
"History doesn't repeat itself, but it sure does rhyme." Mark Twain
"History doesn't repeat itself, but it sure does rhyme." Mark Twain




