When I went to third...
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When I went to third grade it was in the Third Ward Public School. I walked about a half-mile down the railroad tracks from our house. It was an older two-story building of brick; in the basement would be found the big furnace and also Mr. May the janitor. The school building suffered from age and also from those deep depression years. So did the school budget.
Miss DeWar was our teacher. Out of her own generosity she provided a weekly session about art. She would stand in front of us with a famous painting held up so we could see it well; it was about 10x15, and on its back side was a printed commentary about the picture. Miss DeWar would read those notes out loud so we could learn something about the artist and the picture. Miss DeWar would then hand out wallet size prints which we could take home and keep, all at her own expense.
One of the pictures was called The Helping Hand. It showed a large and bulky fisherman's work-boat with a huge man working the oars. We could see the storm as it churned up its darkness and closed in upon us with loud and flashing threats as it drove all the fishing boats from the sea.
But sitting beside that powerful man was a small child who also pulled on the oars. The artist made it clear that the little girl felt strong, safe and confident as she helped bring the boat safely into harbor. -- Hoornstra
Miss DeWar was our teacher. Out of her own generosity she provided a weekly session about art. She would stand in front of us with a famous painting held up so we could see it well; it was about 10x15, and on its back side was a printed commentary about the picture. Miss DeWar would read those notes out loud so we could learn something about the artist and the picture. Miss DeWar would then hand out wallet size prints which we could take home and keep, all at her own expense.
One of the pictures was called The Helping Hand. It showed a large and bulky fisherman's work-boat with a huge man working the oars. We could see the storm as it churned up its darkness and closed in upon us with loud and flashing threats as it drove all the fishing boats from the sea.
But sitting beside that powerful man was a small child who also pulled on the oars. The artist made it clear that the little girl felt strong, safe and confident as she helped bring the boat safely into harbor. -- Hoornstra
