The only picture that got hung up on Friday is my Georgia O*Keeffe Santa Fe Chamber Music Festival art print. It is so special to me and I will tell you why:
When I was in sixth grade, my teacher was not very nice to me. That is an understatement. She tortured me. She would have me stand up for no reason at all. Just stand at my desk whilst the rest of the class sat down. After writing a book report, she gave me a failing grade saying that I didn’t write it. It was copied, she said. Even when my mom had a conference with her and told her that I did, indeed, write it, she gave me a "C," which is middling.
That year was torture for me and for my mom who tried and tried to get this teacher to get off my back. Things were different back then and there was no tallk of lawsuits against teachers.
One day, Mrs. H., our art teacher, came to our classroom and showed us slides of art works. One in particular was a close-up of a purple, well, she asked what we thought it was. I am not timid by any stretch of the imagination but, after my teacher’s batterings, I thought twice before raising my hand. I said that I thought it looked like an iris. We had irises growing at our house and it just looked like one. Mrs. Harwin praised me on my ability to see what others didn’t.
That I am writing about this now shows how much those kind words helped me through an otherwise difficult time. My art poster is not of irises; but my love for Georgia O*Keeffe’s works was kindled by Mrs. H., bless her soul.
Words, both kind and nasty, can last a lifetime in a person’s heart. "Let the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart be acceptable in your sight, oh, Lord, my God." If not careful, I might batter someone.
Was there someone in your childhood who made a difference for the better for you?