This season of gathering and giving will soon have come and gone and another will slide into place. Before this one slips past, I’d like to express my gratitude to you for your generosity and friendship, and share one of my favorite memories of giving...
The Upper School Matriculation Ceremony is a powerful St. Martin’s tradition. New students and the freshman class are welcomed into the Upper School with open arms. They sign their names in a book that is kept for generations to come. At the ceremony, I made the following remarks to the assembly:
Ford Jones Dieth ’89 has been named Assistant Head of School at St. Martin’s Episcopal School, beginning in the 2019-20 school year. Dieth will serve in this new capacity concurrently with performing his duties as the head of Lower School.
In the fall of 1951, St. Martin’s Headmaster Ellsworth O. Van Slate addressed his faculty with powerful words: “We must always be on guard lest we become preoccupied with the letter rather than the spirit of learning..."
This memo is dedicated to the Class of 1962. I had the pleasure of getting to know several members of this class (and their spouses) on the occasion of John Lehman's induction into the Alumni Athletic Hall of Fame earlier this month. John is a humble man whose classmates hold him in high esteem. A number of them gathered on campus to celebrate his many accomplishments...
Let me begin by wishing you a warm welcome to the 2016-17 school year! In my opening remarks to our faculty last week, I shared a message I read years ago, which for me has never lost its meaning. The message is attributed to Abraham Lincoln, but a little research leads me believe that someone else might have written it...
It's the Fourth of July weekend and today I read a news story about American flags being burned. Feelings are strong and emotions are high all over our country right now. People are responding to hurt, uncertainty, and fear. There is much to pray about. But, the flag? My mother taught our family to love and respect the flag. I have written before about the little ceremony my sisters and I participated in each holiday as we marched our flag down to the end of our driveway, posted it in the holder on the giant elm tree, and saluted as we sang patriotic songs. It was another world back then. We were not worried about what our friends would think, because they were raised to be patriotic as well. Each year, on the 4th of July, we decorated our bikes and rode alongside the Veterans and First Responders through the center of town for our local parade. Our firefighters were honored citizens, and flags and buntings decked the porches throughout the town. We were taught flag etiquette, and in our public school, we pledged allegiance with pride. Like so many things, our mother's training about respecting our country's flag has never left me.
When my son was in 5th grade he was assigned to read (over the course of a semester) about a dozen “chapter books” from a group of books carved out for his class in a special section of the library. At that time, Curtis was not a reader, and the after-school coaxing match to help him find something he wanted to read from that special section was not a contest either one of us was enjoying. My parental embarrassment gauge spiked when I visited the classroom midway through the contest and noted that all of his classmates had numerous stars behind their names, streaming across the posted chart on the wall, and Curtis had none. None! His father and I were avid readers and we couldn’t understand why this fine example of parental modeling wasn’t transferring into a household of kids (we had four) tripping over each other because their noses were in books.
It has been some time since I wrote a memo. I've missed sharing my thoughts. Currently, I am reading a very interesting book, which I wish I had read when my children were growing up. The book is Overschooled but Undereducated: How the Crisis In Education Is Jeopardizing Our Adolescents, and it is written by John Abbott. Reading this book has reminded me of the many things my parents, and my school, did right, back in the day. It also reinforces my thinking about where our schools need to take our youth to secure their success in the future. What first captured my attention was a story in the beginning pages. The author tells about a young geography teacher who took a group of boys in the 1960's from a private school in England to spend six weeks living with nomads to study agriculture in rural, pre-revolutionary Iran.
It is hard to believe that this is already Thanksgiving week. Before it slips past us, I'd like once again to share one of my favorite memories of giving. If you read my memos you have read it before. For me, it is a reminder to cherish each other, and to be present with each other, so I like to revisit it.
Do you ever experience those periods in your life when the bad seems to outweigh the good, when a sense of heaviness holds you back, and when you just can't see past the problems on your plate? It happens to me sometimes. Recently, when I was feeling particularly down and perturbed, engrossed by the problems which were facing me, so much so that I was actually considering borrowing my daughter's flannels which have "cranky pants" written down the side, I turned to prayer for answers and discovered the following:
So much of my reading lately has to do with preparing our children for the future. And, so much is about parenting. My favorite new term is "parenting for competence." I read those words in The Gift of Failure: How the Best Parents Learn to Let Go So Their Children Can Succeed, by Jessica Lahey. Well, I don't know about the whole "best parents" thing, but I do think that when we over-shelter our children, we are not setting them up for independence, or for success. Lahey clarifies the difference between over-parenting and parenting for competence. In part, Lahey defines "parenting for competence" as parenting for tomorrow and not just for today. She points out that parents today are so focused on making sure that their children's every moment is flawless and comfortable; we are setting them up to fear failure and discomfort as they move into an independent future.
I begin this memo with a caveat. The article you will read below is a repeat of a memo I wrote last year at this time, so if it reads familiar, it is. Once again the student chairman of our Race for the Cure team of volunteers has asked me to write to you to promote awareness and volunteerism for this important cause. Last year I wrote the following memo in support of volunteering for our St. Martin's team. Once again, we are concerned that we won't have as many as we hope to staff our team. It is our tradition to field the biggest school team of volunteers for the race. I am sharing the same message because it explains exactly how I feel about this critical event. So please, read on:
Welcome back to school! It's the first memo of the 2015-16 year. Those of you who are new to St. Martin's will soon learn that I enjoy writing. I started writing memos when I first arrived at St. Martin's three years ago. The memos are my vehicle for helping you get to know me, and what I believe in. As you read them you will learn about my educational philosophy, my observations, my family, and especially my hopes and dreams for our students. They will sometimes come on Mondays, but not every Monday. I will write as often as I can, when I have a message I feel to be worthy of your time.