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Genie Alisa’s …in a bottle theme this month is “tooting your own horn”. I must say that she has stumped me again. At first, I decided I was not going to write it, and then I remembered a conversation that I figured could qualify for an accomplishment. Otherwise, I am rather “ho hum ordinary”, and haven’t done anything to give me bragging rights so to speak.
Creatively speaking, I consider myself a “Jack of all trades, but master of none”. I have tried almost every type of existing fiber art. I can sew, quilt, crochet, knit, and embroider, to name a few. However, I excel at none of them. I don’t think any of my work is worthy of selling. They are hobbies for me. I choose to do them for fun.
I love writing. I dabble with fiction, creative nonfiction, and various forms of poetry. While I feel I am a weaver of words at times, I am not skilled enough to call myself a “writer”.
I enjoy cooking. I have a need to nurture others. People compliment my food, and even brag about my biscotti, which I will admit is fairly good. Still, I am not a chef or baker.
Needless to say, I was befuddled to come up with a topic to “toot my own horn”. I couldn’t think of anything extraordinary I have ever produced. I mean I surprise myself at times, but those are generally things that most other people are accomplished at. I am usually quite astounded when I accomplish some physical feat or figure out a computer difficulty on my own. But they are such simple achievements that I quickly forget them.
A few months ago I had a conversation with someone which made me aware of a program I instituted at our local elementary school sixteen years ago. I was surprised to find that it was still going strong. I had been chairman of a PTA committee called “Health and Parenting”. I was in charge of programs that promoted health and awareness for our students. There was a drug awareness week every year. Nationally, there was a “Walk Away From Drugs” program. I didn’t actually institute the program, but I organized the first student “Walk Away From Drugs” parade at this particular school. I made red ribbon pins for each of the students to wear, and distributed information and drug-free pledge sheets. I had a local printing shop volunteer their services for a huge banner for the kids to carry and other posters for display. The company even sent their mascot to lead the parade. The kids loved it, and the teachers considered it a success. I remember how I had agonized over everything going smoothly. Fortunately, most things like that usually seem to fall in place.
An acquaintance was telling me about the one they had last year. A smile of recognition flashed across my face, and she asked if I was familiar with it. I didn’t tell her that I had organized the very first one, but I did mention that I remembered the first one when oldest son was in second grade. I remember a few after that and then my youngest left the school to attend a gifted school. After that I lost contact with the events held at our local elementary. As this woman recalled the events of the parade, I silently beamed with pride. Though it is a relatively small accomplishment in the big scheme of things, I hope that in some way children have been helped, educated or positively influenced throughout the past sixteen years. At any rate, the fact that they still hold it annually makes me happy.
Toot! Toot! Did you hear my horn?