I pulled the dusty white box from the shelf and lifted the lid. “That lesson plan has got to be in here,” I thought to myself. Expecting to find just file folders filled with old poetry lessons, I also discovered a small, faded manila envelope with my name written on the outside. Curious now, I carefully pulled out the contents of the envelope. As I did so, I felt myself launched down a path of my teaching past.
In my hands, I held old name badges from previous schools, cards from colleagues thanking me for things I no longer remembered doing. And then suddenly I felt the corners of my mouth turning upward in a smile as I came to a new item: a photo. There it was. I remembered it- me, nearly twenty years ago. In my white shirt and tie. Smiling. Next to me was my old teaching partner, Amanda. In her black dress. Smiling. Like me, Amanda was a teacher and a professional musician, as well. As I held the photo, I remembered the first time my wife and I had visited her house; since Amanda didn’t own a piano, I had tried to play an accordion while she passionately bowed the strings of her viola. I also remembered the teaching stations we had designed together at school to help middle school kids learn about the Holocaust. I remembered the many laughs, the many tears. And I remembered the fact that it has now probably been more than ten years since we have spoken.
Sitting alone in my classroom, I wondered how time can speed by so quickly? I wondered how it is possible to lose touch with someone we once found so dear to us? How can that happen? How is that possible?
Removing my phone from my pocket, I snapped a quick shot of the photo and tucked it back inside the envelope. I texted the photo to the number I had for Amanda. Perhaps she’ll remember it, too? I wondered.
She did.
Discovering
the past, packed
away in boxes,
this flood of
who we were
mixed with who
we are now are —
violin strings set
to your piano keys —
the melody slips
on my lips, a travel
through time
— a poem of appreciation for your post (I had something similar happen the other day with old four-track recording cassette tapes)
Kevin
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I’ve reconnected with a few old friends over the last few months, and it feels so good to talk to them. Time goes by fast, but it can be forgiving, too.
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The search for a treasured lesson brought you to a treasured photo, memory and a re-connection. Nice slice and vivid memories of your teaching partner Amanda! (accordion and viola – interesting pairing) 🙂
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