Such fun!
I am so glad my parents spent so much time reading to me and my siblings when we were little. Not that they've stopped now either. Whenever we gather together for family scripture study we almost always spend more time around/on my parents' bed than it takes to read the scripture assignment for that week. My dad always has a Dave Barry article, a list of jokes or an excerpt from an equally funny or interesting book to share with us. We all just pile anywhere we can, on top of each other and round about if we have to, and stay awhile, listening, talking and reading. A lot of good memories there. Good family quotes too. One of my dad's favourites to bring up of course being the time I said "hey...that's not my leg." Then, whenever he does, we (or maybe just I) always have to quibble about exactly what and why I said it. heehee. Fun stuff. Memories around my parents' bed also include music if not reading. When my dad has one of his guitars out. He tries to put it away before scripture study but we always insist he plays a little, which is how our love of favourites like "I don't want to live on the moon" and "Grandma's feather bed" came about.
Aaaanyway...as usual, I digress. Do you want to know where this tangent started? Well go back to the very first sentence of this post I typed. :) The rest of the post after that is the tangent. Hahahaha. Yay me! :)
The reason I've been thinking of this lately is, not only because I've been reading Jane Eyre and getting a lot of pleasure and stress relief from it but, because of a theatre class I'm taking. Our first assignment is to perform a poem, of our choice, for the class. In choosing the material for my piece I looked to some poems I learnt and was read at a very young age. I still love them today. I like all kinds of poetry in general but children's rhymes and poetry immediately bring a comforting feeling and a smile to my face. I wanted to share a few of them with you.
The one I'm using for my Voice Diction class is "A Goblinade" by Florence Page Jaques. (http://www.ruths-study.com/miscellaneous/goblinade.html) - where, in the 3rd stanza it says "shoulder", it should be "should".
Another one I considered using was "The Little Orphan Annie" by James Whitcomb Riley. (http://www.geocities.com/cbh_castaway/halloween.html) - hopefully that site wont give you too many problems.
The last poem I want to mention right now is one I often think of when I consider the concept of individuality. Everybody has their own unique personality and grows in their own way. Just because one thing is right for one person does not mean it's right for another. We all develop at our own rate and to our own potential, and have equal worth in doing so.
Aaaanyway...as usual, I digress. Do you want to know where this tangent started? Well go back to the very first sentence of this post I typed. :) The rest of the post after that is the tangent. Hahahaha. Yay me! :)
The reason I've been thinking of this lately is, not only because I've been reading Jane Eyre and getting a lot of pleasure and stress relief from it but, because of a theatre class I'm taking. Our first assignment is to perform a poem, of our choice, for the class. In choosing the material for my piece I looked to some poems I learnt and was read at a very young age. I still love them today. I like all kinds of poetry in general but children's rhymes and poetry immediately bring a comforting feeling and a smile to my face. I wanted to share a few of them with you.
The one I'm using for my Voice Diction class is "A Goblinade" by Florence Page Jaques. (http://www.ruths-study.com/miscellaneous/goblinade.html) - where, in the 3rd stanza it says "shoulder", it should be "should".
Another one I considered using was "The Little Orphan Annie" by James Whitcomb Riley. (http://www.geocities.com/cbh_castaway/halloween.html) - hopefully that site wont give you too many problems.
The last poem I want to mention right now is one I often think of when I consider the concept of individuality. Everybody has their own unique personality and grows in their own way. Just because one thing is right for one person does not mean it's right for another. We all develop at our own rate and to our own potential, and have equal worth in doing so.
The Little Elf
By John Kendrick Bangs
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