Our family recently returned to Western Massachusetts after living in Baltimore MD for a year. Today I went on a short walk with my youngest daughter, back to the elementary school where she’d spent the first four years of her academic life. The occasion which brought us that direction was an annual “Butter Braid” sale, in which we peddle taboo baked goods, discouraged by the School Board’s health policy because of their fat and sugar content, yet a perpetual favorite of the soon-to-be retired principal.
My daughter’s hope was that she’d find the principal in his office, waiting for her to stop by, offering her wares, and that he’d place enough orders to fill her quota. We found instead, that he’d be retiring later this week, was no longer working from his office due to medical needs, and his office had been freshly painted and re-decorated.
To her delight, the school secretary, Mrs. H, and her first grade teacher, Mrs. M, both bought something from her list of sugary sweets, and to my delight, Mrs. H also shared the latest art in her collection- these two quilts I made with the 50 second graders, two and a half years ago. I am thrilled to see them displayed in a place of honor, adding warmth and charm to the entry of the school office. So much delight!