Barbara Corcoran posted this picture on Facebook today:
Long ago it was believed by the Indians that if anyone desires a wish to come true they must capture a butterfly and whisper the wish to it. Since butterflies make no sound, the wish could not be told to anyone other than the Great Spirit. By making the wish and releasing the butterfly, your wish would be taken to the heavens and granted.
Some cultures believe that butterflies are souls of the dead. To ensure a baby’s sweet dreams, North American Indians would embroider butterflies on their babies’ caps. Ancient Greeks considered butterflies an emblem of the immortal soul because it passed through a kind of death in the pupa stage and a resurrection in the adult stage.
I found all this information in the front of a pattern book on my craft shelf–Dragonflies and Butterflies in Plastic Canvas. The patterns are just gorgeous, but I don’t do plastic canvas…perhaps the patterns can be adapted to other needlework mediums?
I saw a quote in my email this morning that I’d like to pass along:
“There is an expiry date on blaming your parents for steering you in the wrong direction; the moment you are old enough to take the wheel, responsibility lies with you.” -JK Rowling
Well yes, it is brass–because it says so on the sticker on the inside….but, isn’t it stunning? And yes, I am selling it online…as much as I will miss it, you can find it here on eBay.
I was sorting through old report cards yesterday–Mom & Dad kept all of that stuff and I found it in a box in the back of their closet when I was cleaning at the family house last month. Report cards back in the 50s and 60’s were nothing like today’s–they were a heavy paper stock, with entries for all 4 quarters that the teacher woud fill out and make comments about each student’s progress. I thought I’d keep my brother’s for him (I’ll be visiting Lee in Kentucky next month) but he told me to throw them out…and now I know why! He wasn’t the best student in the world. I was so surprised, since he’s so smart.
It turns out he just didn’t like school and thought there were better ways to pass the time–like reading and drawing. (He did get A’s in art) He told me about the time a teacher caught him with a book on his lap under his desk. He was reading instead of paying attention in history class. The book was Einstein’s Theory of Relativity!
My report cards were not that much better….I got high mark in the classes that interested me (Journalism and History) but barely made it through science and math. And I was so shy in Kindergarten that I wouldn’t play with the other kids…the teacher made notes on my report card that I couldn’t skip and I wouldn’t go down the slide. I remember the slide scared me because I’d never seen one before! I guess we were pretty sheltered back in the mid-1950s.
This picture is a few of the reports sent home (yes, even college report cards were sent to parents back in the 60’s!). The yellow one is from First Grade and one of my college grade reports is in the lower left corner….
While Lee and I were comparing notes yesterday we came to the conclusion that we might have done better in school if our parents had praised and encouraged us instead of just insisting we do well.
A little praise goes a long way–it makes me wonder how my own parents were raised. Now that they are gone I wish I could ask questions like that. Talk to your loved ones while you can–you never know how long you have them!