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One lesson we can learn from pre-industrial peoples is the power of storytelling. I am struck by how important storytelling is among tribal peoples; it forms the basis of their educational systems. The Celtic peoples, for example, insisted that only the poets could be teachers. Why? I think it is because knowledge that is not passed through the heart is dangerous: it may lack wisdom; it may be a power trip; it may squelch life out of the learners. What if our educational systems were to insist that teachers be poets and storytellers and artists? What transformations would follow?
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Snow Sledding

It was a snowy evening and Mom had gone to “Bank Night”. Once a week the local theater had a drawing – probably $25 to draw in local patrons. There was a call that “our gang” would get together for a sledding party at the country club. Iowa’s flat lands didn’t have many good hills, but the country club provided some nice slopes. I was supposed to...

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Bearing Witness

As we continue to reflect on Elie Wiesel's legacy and the many voices lost this week to violence, we are reminded of the need for bearing witness. We encourage all or our readers to bear witness to your own stories, your own struggles, or to moments where you were reminded that humans can rise above hatred and divisiveness. This is your platform for bearing witness. We welcome your stories. Bear witness by adding your stories here on Story Chip.

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Through The Eyes of an American

There is talk about the rise of crime in the United States. These statistics help make us aware of what is going on in our country and we need these statistics so that we can keep fighting for justice in our neighborhoods where we live. These statistics are part of our freedom. If people get riled up inside from hearing continuous reports that we have to keep so that our crime rates stay down they should try and remember that these statistics help our freedom!!


First Travel From Home

First Travel From Home This took place in August 1941. At age 17 I had graduated from high school in May and in August I traveled to a small college about 50 miles away for football training. My coach, an alumnus, arranged for a full scholarship. For two weeks I labored in 90 degree weather, and in association with coaches and teachers I decided that they wanted me for football and not to give me an education. I went home. Being a good student I found it easy to enroll...


Travel Memories

It seems as if I have always been traveling away from home - if I really know where home is. I was born in New York City and went to live in Mt. Vernon, N. Y. when I was about 5. We lived in a house at 36 Harding Parkway and I went to Lincoln School. I also remember an apartment we lived in where I had many friends and we played Terry And The Pirates in the vacant lot next to the apartment building. My little Italian friend, Joy Bonodono - hurried home when her mother...


Senior Prom in Sarasota

A Night To Remember It is 1944 in Sarasota, Florida and Sarasota High School is buzzing with plans for the Senior Prom. As a senior I am excited at the prospect and have a date planned with my steady boyfriend. I have my dress and we love to dance so it promises to be a wonderful evening. There is one tradition that the more daring students enjoy on the night of the prom. They try to stay out all night until sun-up, driving around, going to the “Smack”, a local drive-in...


Remembering the Good Ole Days

Well over 80 years of life was a great deal for youngsters. Sure there were cars, but they were not that many around and they certainly did not interfere with children’s play time. In the winter, we walked half a block to a very short street (only one block long.) It was a hill that had no houses on it, only a large garage. It was perfect for sledding in the winter. We would slide down Templeton Street and onto Woodlawn Terrace. Woodlawn was strictly residential with a...


St. Patrick's Day

Celebrating In New York City It was St. Pat’s Day…., we had told our daughter that we would drive her to the NYC Airport early. It was a lovely day so we decided to go on into te city to watch the parade celebration. We were very lucky and fond a suitable place to park the car and proceeded to 5th Avenue. What a lucky day for us, the weather was lovely. We could hear the cymbals clanging and the drums beating, and proceeded towards the parade route. What a perfect time...


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