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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Writing workshop is off to a great start much due to the sharing on blogs. Our first writing activity is always special as the children personify fall and write to fall, in a poem titled “Fall, I wish I knew.” As always the children made individual webs of fall and what they hear, see, smell, taste, and feel when they think of fall. Then using the poem, “Winter, I Wish I Knew” as a model, they wrote their fall versions.
This week we finished our “Shorty Summer Shorts” stories, which I recorded and will have displayed in the hall to bring an end to summer and a beginning to fall.
Thank you, Marley, for the inspiration.
Each child is truly a blessing. While this poem is not one I wrote, it is one that suggests my love of the work I do with you and your child. Blessings in the new year. Together we can make a difference in the life of one and in doing so affect many.
WHOSE CHILD IS THIS?
“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.”