Showing posts from July, 2018


This past year, Ms. Cora Boland’s (HS/MS Art) grandmother passed away. She was evidently an incredible woman, and prior to her death, she had written this beautiful poem for her grandchildren and shared it with them:
Grandchildren One by one I mark each launch Tiny ships, hull down and outward bound. And well I know that I will not be there to set the course or trim the sails. But my timbers are in every hull and I breathe them fair winds, a good trek, and safe harbor in far distant ports.
Ms. Boland was not only blessed to have a good grandmother who loved her, but a grandmother who could put that love into words for them to remember.
I have come back to this poem many times since it was first shown to me in October. It hits close to home as I think of my parents and grandparents, but it also hits close to work. Teachers are in the trades, also. Like the shipbuilder, we craft and construct, hoping to help build a life that will sail true, sail far, and sail successfully. We will not …