I know for sure that these girls are Jana, Stacey and myself. How do I know that? Because we were the only three girls in our class and for the Christmas plays, your parts were assigned by grade and gender. If the play called for dancing dolls in red tutus, and the part seemed appropriate for a second grade girl, the part was multiplied by however many second grade girls there happened to be! One year I was a top. I wore a red leotard (how fortunate to be able to recycle costumes!) and my mom made a cool frame of two circles with twisted crepe paper attaching them together. The top one was around my neck and the bottom one hung around my bottom. The picture we have looks a lot like the one above so you'll just have to use your imagination!
As I look back on these plays, I'm amazed by the ingeniuity and fortitude of our teachers. Every child had to have a part--singing, dancing or speaking. Every child in school. Even those who couldn't sing, dance or speak well.
We were assigned our part in music class. Of course the music teacher was in charge. Remember those blue ditto sheets? The ones that were sometimes smudged and usually hard to read? The page of the play with our part was given to us and we were expected to take it home and take it to class and practice everywhere. Our classroom teacher practiced with us and our parents practiced with us and probably our bus driver practiced with us too!
The week before the performance was an excitement-filled time for the students. I'm sure we had lessons but we were also busy making Christmas presents for our parents, making classroom Christmas decorations and practicing, practicing, practicing! See what I mean by teacher fortitude?
Then we'd go home and gorge ourselves on candy and leave the apple and orange for Mom and Dad to eat. I always ate the peanut clusters first, then the orange slices, and saved the ribbon candy and peanuts in the shell for last.
I'm hungry. I think I'll go make some peanut clusters....
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I remember PLENTY of those Childhood Christmas programs - - - both being in them myself and watching our children be in them.
One stands out. Our oldest son was about 3. When his little class got up on stage to say their pieces, all his little friends, one by one, MELTED down screaming and crying when it was their turn. Not our Kelly - - - when it was HIS turn, he walked right up to that mike, pulled it down with his little hands, loudly and proudly said his piece - - - all of it - - - flawlessly!
I didn't raise SHY children.
I wonder how THAT happened?
Where do you find time to look through all of those pictures? I love them! Mine are all in a giant tub in the attic..
I've become obsessively neat and categorizish.... One day this past summer, I sorted my pictures into expandable files. GET THEM OUT OF THE ATTIC. They will be yellow and yucky!
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