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Hello and welcome to Traveling Exhibits Inspiration Ave. My name is Lisa and I'm the Exhibits Coordinator for Teacher's Discovery. It is truly an honor and a privilege to work with teachers and librarians throughout the United States in giving the gift of awe, inspiration and a museum experience to their students and patrons. Working with you has been so rewarding for me and I am moved and inspired daily with the heartfelt experiences that have been shared with me from so many who have hosted a Traveling Exhibit(s). When an educator is inspired it's contagious and therefore their students are inspired too. I will do my best always, to assist you in giving the best exhibition that will enrich the lives of all who are witness to our Spectacular Exhibits. With this blog I will share pictures,comments, ideas and activities that have been shared with me and use it as a tool for you to inspire your peers.

Monday, June 29, 2009

Rivera Exhibit Inspires Creative Writing From 6th Graders At Chester Elementary in Chester, CT

Barbara Murray-Lane of the Chester Elementary School PTO coordinated an ExhibitShare program for Chester and neighboring school Essex Elementary this past 08-09 school year . The art teacher of Chester had collaborated with the other teachers and made the exhibits a school wide learning experience. Barbara's son is a 6th grader at Chester Elementary. He brought home a creative writing piece that he had done in English, after his Diego Rivera exhibit experience. Besides learning about Diego Rivera's life he was also taught the history behind the people featured in the mural Dream of a Sunday Afternoon in Alameda Park. Barbara was so awestruck by her son's writing she followed up with his teacher to see if she would mind sharing more of Rivera's inspired writings from his classmates to share on the Inspiration Avenue blog and she was happy to oblige. So, with that being said, here is one of the writings that Barbara has passed along for me to share with you.
I am the man on crutches. You may call me Commander Suarez. The medals on my shirt symbolize my bravery during a time of war. Those medals make me proud, but these crutches represent the pain and suffering that I went through to get them. My face explains what it felt like, to be severely wounded, to have one more brush with death. It's like it breaks you, puts you back together but misses a piece, every time, until it's unbearable.
Throughout the wars, I have gained medals, but I have lost friends. So many have perished. Their faces will forever stay in my mind, haunting my dreams and making the pain that much worse. Their cries of agony, they still echo in my ears. It will scar my face forever, a permanent sadness. Their passing makes each of these medals just another object. Those who died deserve an honorary medal that shows their courage and bravery, giving their lives to save another. They deserve to be rich beyond their wildest dreams. But they won't be. They have left us and are gone forever. They won't get the things they deserve.
They are not the only ones that I have lost. A criminal killed my family. After that, I have never been truly happy. I am a lonely old man who has no one to turn to in times of need or sickness. A sad expression is permanent on my face. It will never go away. It is what tells my story. The sad story of this old man's life.
Barbara, Thanks for sharing

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