Around here – on this blog and in our class – words are worth more than pure gold. Then I realized that in the hands of a six-year-old, that’s when they become infinitely priceless. Below is what Joseph – Beatrice’s GREAT GRANDSON (!!!) wrote when he came to visit our class. Yes, literally, he was sitting at the table with all the rest of us, blending right in with the seniors, looking quite tough and adult and invincible with his nice hat, with his mom and grandma also there cheering him on. Oh and you know what they say about pictures being worth more than words. I’d say Joseph’s pictures make his already priceless words, even more impossibly unbelievably out-of-this-world. Joseph sitting at the table with us, writing and reading his story out loud to a roomful of seniors, counting for us how many people he drew on the train and the bus. I’d put all that on my top ten list of unforgettable moments from this project… no doubt about it. His being there just meant so much.
We went to the underground mall.
We went to the mall on the train. We rode the bus also.