Friday, November 30, 2012
I saw three ships
And in Mrs. Woods' northwestern corner classroom, with the old metal chair-desks pushed around into a large circle, the class gathered in the center to learn new songs. I Saw Three Ships wasn't on any of the old Christmas records we listened to, and to be honest, I don't think I recalled ever hearing it before. But I remember on that grey, December day, I learned a song about some things that I was only vaguely aware of (FWIW, for some reason all of my memories about school when I was young seem to imagine a grey, overcast or rainy day).
Don't know if this means anything or nothing at all. Maybe it's just how things have changed, for I seriously doubt a public elementary school would teach the kids that song today. Perhaps it's the irony of the events surrounding me and how out of touch I was. I don't know. I just know it's a memory, and a fond one, of things long ago, faded into my memory, only accessible now at random times or seasons.