January should also be filled with fun items that make you laugh and say thank you for life!
As we look toward the future this month… we must make time to remember the people, to date, who have served as our guide and mentor, keeping and steering us over to the right path.
As we reminisce on the special people in our lives, we must also honor our heritage and past family tree ancestors …best by how we the treat the living well. And sharing stories of those we lost is how we keep from really losing them.
Helen Keller once remarked…” So long as the memory of certain beloved friends live in my heart, I shall say that life is good!” ( And I think this goes for grandchildren too! ) Becky Dingle
When I came across this original idea I loved it… ” Make a home for yourself in your own head – then furnish it by memory, trusted friends, lifetime learning, and love of life. This way you share your ” home” wherever you go.”
So until tomorrow… Life doesn’t define us by the obstacles we encounter but how we handle them with grace, fortitude, and unity.
I was born a Tarheel but ended up a Sandlapper. My grandparents
were cotton farmers in Laurens, South Carolina and it was in my
grandmother’s house that my love of storytelling began beside an old
Franklin stove. When I graduated from Laurens High School, I attended
Erskine College (Due West of what?) and would later get my Masters
Degree in Education/Social Studies from Charleston Southern. I am
presently an adjunct professor/clinical supervisor at CSU and have also
taught at the College of Charleston.
For 28 years I taught Social Studies through storytelling. My philosophy
matched Rudyard Kipling’s quote: “If history were taught in the form of
stories, it would never be forgotten.” Today I still spread this message
through workshops and presentations throughout the state. The secret
of success in teaching social studies is always in the story.
I want to keep learning and being surprised by life…it is the greatest
teacher. Like Kermit said, “When you’re green you grow, when you’re
ripe you rot.”