A Special Thanks to the Potsdam Elks for Our New Dictionaries

On Tuesday, September 24th, the Third Grade Students in Mrs. Frego’s and Mrs. Storey-Welch’s classes were surprised by a visit from the Potsdam Elks Club. Members of the Elks Club presented the third graders with dictionaries to help in education of our youth. By making books dictionaries available to all children, it is their goal to help in educating children, aiding them in learning the value of the written word. This yearly presentation is fun as the children play word games using their newly presented dictionaries. Mr. LaPoint’s words were powerful as he spoke, saying to the children “Use words not drugs to add to your life. Make education and learning a priority.”

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More than a read, a reality, nonfiction blended with the need to remember and never forget the beauty of each child and the school that he or she enters each day. America the Beautiful, Our Thoughts Turn to Thee – Lost in the Tragedy, but not Forgotten

The mother of one of the 26 victims of last year’s Sandy Hook Elementary School massacre has written a powerful letter to the teachers of America. Nebla Marquez-Greenhad two children attending Sandy Hook Elementary that day. Her daughter, 6-year-old Ana Grace was killed in the massacre, her son was uninjured in the attack. Her letter, which was posted on the Education Week website is powerful, and gut-wrenching, and encouraging all in one.

Whose Child

Whose Child is This?

Author Unknown

"Whose child is this?" I asked one day
Seeing a little one out at play
"Mine", said the parent with a tender smile
"Mine to keep a little while
To bathe his hands and comb his hair
To tell him what he is to wear
To prepare him that he may always be good
And each day do the things he should"

"Whose child is this?" I asked again
As the door opened and someone came in
"Mine", said the teacher with the same tender smile
"Mine, to keep just for a little while
To teach him how to be gentle and kind
To train and direct his dear little mind
To help him live by every rule
And get the best he can from school"

"Whose child is this?" I ask once more
Just as the little one entered the door
"Ours" said the parent and the teacher as they smiled
And each took the hand of the little child
"Ours to love and train together
Ours this blessed task forever."

Open House

Unity
by Cleo V. Swarat

I dreamed I stood in a studio
And watched two sculptors there,
The clay they used was a young child’s mind
And they fashioned it with care.

One was a teacher:
the tools she used were books and music and art;
One was a parent
With a guiding hand and gentle loving heart.

And when at last their work was done,
They were proud of what they had wrought.
For the things they had worked into the child
Could never be sold or bought!

And each agreed she would have failed
if she had worked alone.
For behind the parent stood the school,
and behind the teacher stood the home!