Friday, June 1, 2012

Cheese in Heaven (with apologies to Eric Clapton)

I've said goodbye to many foods in the past few months, and my well-being seems to be improving every day.  Every once in awhile, a yearning for tastes and textures of the recent past hit me.  Tonight, it was cheese.

I jogged to the PCC market down the hill to get special ingredients for my vegan, gluten free cookies I'm making for Sunday's church gathering.  I walked in, sweaty from running, drinking cold water from a Dixie cup and stopped dead in my tracks.  For there before me was a giant display (an homage, if you will) of cheese.  Oh golly, I spent the rest of the time in the store thinking about all the different ways to eat cheese.  PCC is one of those places that sells non-dairy "cheeze", but I'm not ready to go down that road yet.  Not yet.

As I left the cascading pile of glory behind to go measure out my bulk brown rice flour, I consoled myself with this thought, "Maybe I will eat cheese in heaven."

Thus began the song that entertained me for the rest of the shopping trip and all the way back home.  Sing along...

Would you know my name,
If I ate you in heaven?
Would you taste the same,
On my nachos in heaven?
I must be strong,
And carry on,
For I know cheese must belong,
Up in heaven.*



*Note to Biblical scholars:  I have no Scriptural proof that cheese exists in heaven, but I do have abundant Scriptural evidence of hope and healing.  I'm pretty sure eating lots of cheese can reasonably go in the "hope and healing" category. 

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Field Trips: Then and Now

Today, my fourth graders and I journeyed to Eatonville, where we spent the day on a farm, learning to do everything the way pioneers did.  Side note: as a result of this, tonight has been deemed "Electricity Appreciation Night".  My students and I had a blast.  We discovered how soothing it can be to milk a cow, how funny it is to catch a chicken, and how hard it is to do all these chores in the dimly lit cabins and barns.  There was a blacksmith station where they actually let the kids put a horse shoe in the forge and then beat on the glowing metal until it bent.  When we approached the blacksmith shed, the burning smell took me back to China.  It smelled like street vendors' big metal canisters with hot coals inside.  I was in heaven.  Then, a student shook me from by reverie with, "Ewww!  What smells so nasty?"  Apparently, the smell isn't for everyone!  Anyway, I remember what adventures Katie, Lina, and I had on field trips with our elementary school in China.  So, I'm posting the stories from my old newsletters.  I hope they make you smile.

From November 2009:
During the school’s recent field trip to a local geothermal science museum, I participated in a new level of Chinese generosity – snack sharing.  That morning, I had wondered why the students’ backpacks were so heavy.  When lunchtime arrived, I understood.  The kids produced huge packs of snacks and shrieked with delight as they saw what their friends had brought.   Then, they began a beautifully timed succession of sharing.  A couple of students got up and called out, “Shei yao?” (who wants some?).  They didn’t wait for their classmates to answer; they just started passing.  When one student ran out of snacks, another would stand up and begin.  I witnessed a few re-gifts, where a student would accept a treat, then give it to another friend.  A group of adult visitors sat down next to our group and the students mobbed them, urging them to accept offerings.  The adults seemed charmed by it all, as was I.




From May 2010:
The week after our Changchun trip, the school held their Sports Day and a field trip.  All the 2-6 graders headed out in large charter buses; the kids dressed in their uniforms with red neck kerchiefs and backpacks full of snacks (refer to my November newsletter for the importance of field trip snacks).  I sat next to Allie, my student who grew up in the US.  For entertainment, Allie and I sang “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” and a Chinese teacher wrote and performed some short, humorous poems about the students.   We arrived at a military base where the Sports Day activities would take place, only to discover that foreigners are not allowed on site.  So, the foreign teachers headed to Beijing’s Botanical Gardens to wait for the kids.  Hours later, having thoroughly explored the grounds, we were happy to interact with our students and share lunch together.  I noticed that Allie was especially clingy.  She held my hand most of the day.  Once, when I let go, she said, “Oh, Miss Caldwell!  I’m supposed to make sure you stay with us!”  While I was thinking that I was helping watch all the kids, it turned out that one of them had been assigned to make sure I didn’t wander off!