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It’s been too long

Yeah, COVID. Or maybe “Life is what happens when you are busy making other plans.” from Beautiful Boy by John Lennon.

It felt like the world stopped and everything got put on hold.

But the truth is:

Our twins graduated from high school, went off to college, and will be graduating from their respective universities this spring.

My parents sold the house in TN, downsized to a beautiful apartment in NM for two years before moving back to NJ.

I got tenure and am finally moving forward with a masters degree program through Woods College of Advancing Studies at Boston College.

Nothing went back to normal. We are all living a new normal and everything is moving faster.

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VICTORINO

Born Harolto Boechat Alves, Victorino created art the way I breathe.

He always had a sketch pad and a miniature water color palette with him if he wasn’t at his easel.

In 2012 we published his authorized biography, Victorino, A Lifetime of Color and Brushes. Including family photos and anecdotes, the author provides insight into Victorino’s paintings. From childhood recollections on a Brazilian coffee plantation, to a first job in Rio de Janeiro, the bold move to New York and a successful career that did not protect him from heartache and loss. Like a Phoenix rising from the ashes, Victorino built a new life based on art and painting. With the wisdom of experience, his work reflects love, poetry, tragedy & soul without self-pity or sentimentality.

Victorino and his wife were friends with my parents. Their oldest son was my age and we were classmates from kindergarten through high school graduation. Victorino was the coolest dad because he was an artist. When my father would show up for a gathering in a suit or dress slacks and a button down shirt, Victorino arrived in jeans and a denim jacket.

The relationship shifted when I was in college and my friend’s youngest sister, Monique, fell ill over the Christmas break. When everyone else returned to campus, I was able to continue visiting because I commuted to college. I started hanging out for a daily visit with Monique and got to know her parents as my friends rather than the friends of my parents.

Victorino retired from his day job on Madison Avenue as an advertising executive to be home with Monique in 1983. He never went back. When Monique died Art sustained him.

His early paintings were often of friends and family. Two historic events inspired many of his later paintings: the first was the 1992 Earth Summit and Global Forum in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil and the second was 9/11. His work captured the hope and the horror of those two momentous events.

Years later while visiting Victorino’s 2005 exhibition at The Barn in Ridgewood, NJ we started talking about how my marketing degree could be useful in promoting his work and I became his agent, archivist and biographer.

We built a website, produced a video, and catalogued all of his work. A friend hosted the website, another friend made the video and all of his friends came together to celebrate his oeuvre.

But fate stepped in when a 2007 house fire caused smoke damage to much of the collection. While the house was being worked on the surviving paintings were relocated to his summer studio which was in the original carriage house. An electrical fire in 2008 damaged much of what had survived the first fire.

There are several dozen pieces around the world that never were exposed to the smoke damage nor electrical fire. Still more paintings were partially restored by the insurance company. Perhaps the most poignant are the paintings that could not be recovered. Blistered, cracked or torn, yet beautiful in a way that those of us who were privileged to know him can truly appreciate.

Undaunted, Victorino persisted. Art would be his strength. His biography was published on the 20th anniversary of the Earth Summit! Victorino lived a long and rich life punctuated with heart wrenching losses.

I built a Facebook page and published photos of Victorino’s paintings when the server housing his website was decommissioned and hope you will visit to view them.

PLEASE share your personal stories about your friendship with Victorino and any paintings you have already added to your collection!

We welcome inquiries.

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Failure?

One of the kids gave me a strong shove and I fell hitting my knee on the edge of a footprint. I limped home without any idea how completely my life had been changed.

The house I grew up in had a back yard that butted up to a fallow pasture. The entire block butted up against this pasture and the kids felt a proprietary kinship playing there.

During  Christmas break of sixth grade I had had pneumonia and was very happy to be recovered and playing outside with my neighborhood friends. We had had a late snow followed by sleet, so the field was covered by a thick blanket of snow topped with a layer of ice. Some of us were trying to skate and slide around while others were pushing each other to make footprints in the ice. One of the kids gave me a strong shove and I fell hitting my knee on the edge of a footprint. I limped home without any idea how completely my life had been changed.

Between sixth and eighth grade I dislocated each knee multiple times. Different orthopedist made different diagnosis and recommended different treatments. From radical surgeries transplanting muscles to hold my knees together to conservative courses of physical therapy. My father used two leather belts to tie together books which he then tied to the blades of my ice skates. Sitting on the kitchen counter I would do sets of eight leg lifts, slowly to prevent the swinging books from damaging the kitchen cabinet. 

One day mom showed up at high school to pick me up. My sister was already in the car. She had something to show us. We drove to Ridgewood and visited a  bi-level house that was called a fixer upper. We were moving so I could walk from school to the hospital for physical therapy three days a week.

Our new junior high school was through grade nine. We were leaving a small high school where I had been a member of the marching band. I was not a happy transfer going back to junior high in January 1976.

My sister and I walked to our new Junior High School and three days a week I walked to Valley Hospital for physical therapy. My sister and I transferred our Girl Scout membership and settled into our new troop. We also found our places in the junior high school concert band. 

I was mature for my age and also shy & awkward. I was invited to serve on the American Girl Magazine’s editorial advisory board with three other girls from our troop, so once a month I got dressed up, left school early and commuted to the upper east side offices of Girl Scouts USA. My classmates thought I was a narcotics officer planted in their class.

I still dislocated my knee a few more times and was removed from physical education per doctor’s orders. Actually, the doctor and the previous administration trusted me to be responsible and sit out activities that I couldn’t do, but this new school was much bigger and didn’t know me from Eve, so that was not an option. By the time I got to high school I was able to convince my guidance counselor to let me take the social dance and archery rotations to satisfy the state graduation requirements.  

My sister and I were awarded The Gold Award and feted by a reception in Trenton with all of the NJ Girl Scout Gold Award recipients. She had found a troop that canoed, kayaked and hiked. I had found a troop that attended live theater on and off broadway. 

When I started college, everyone told me to beware the freshman ten. Unlike my high school classmates who moved to dorms and bought meal plans, I commuted to Manhattan by bus every day. Starting with a one mile walk from home to the bus, 15 blocks from the Port Authority bus terminal to F.I.T. and lots of stairs as I moved through the vertical campus. I was toned, trim and confident that this healthy lifestyle would keep me safe from further knee trouble.

Until I trusted Elise when she said she could teach me how to drive a dirt bike. Her father’s property in Walton, NY was too big to walk. She wanted to ride the trails and show me the property. I was nervous, but trusted Elise and her parents. I was wrong. I lost control. I drove the bike into her car. The biked bounced and smashed my knee between it and the car. I never did get to see the property.

My knee swole up bigger than a melon. It was only July but I needed to be able to walk if I wanted to return to campus for my Senior year. Once the swelling was down I started to move around on crutches with a knee brace. It was a modern marvel with Velcro instead of buckles.

By September I was able to walk without crutches and returned to campus. By October the orthopedist, my parents and I agreed that I had evaded surgery long enough. Instead of railroad track scars they could do arthroscopic surgery which is minimally invasive and I could expect to return to class within a week. Surgery was scheduled for the Friday before midterm exams. I was granted permission to complete all of my exams early so I could take midterm week to recover from surgery and return to class without missing any class time. 

Surgery went badly. The repeated injuries had caused extensive damage. Nothing went to plan and I didn’t return to school until February.

Almost all of my professors agreed to give me incomplete grades for the fall semester and permitted me to attend lectures during the spring semester to complete the missed work. One lone professor made me redo the entire semester. I was determined to graduate on time. I commuted, completed the double load of coursework, and walked with my classmates on graduation day at Radio City Music Hall.

In retrospect, if I had known I would want to go to graduate school, might I have considered spending one more semester at college so that I could have earned a better GPA? I don’t know.

At the time, was I driven to graduate with my class and begin the career of my dreams as fast as possible? Absolutely!

Am I a better student now than I was in high school or college? Indubitably! As my Praxis scores and Alternate Route to a Teaching transcript reflect, I love learning and relish deep learning. One of the most valuable lessons I have learned as a teacher is that every student has their strength if we have the vision to recognize it. 

Sadly, when I contacted the universities that offer economics and education policy programs the universal response was that as a 1984 graduate of FIT with a less than stellar GPA I should set my sights lower.

Wait, what? The people who profess the value of life long learning were judging me on 35 year old data? They couldn’t imagine that I might  be exactly the right candidate for this area of study? Even the local State University department head suggested I try something less rigorous.

Election 2020

My greatest hope has been achieved. No, I am no referring to the outcome. Instead, I am referring to the number of Americans who registered and cast their ballots in the 2020 election. 

https://www.washingtonpost.com/graphics/2020/elections/voter-turnout/

This election appears to prove that we are one people. It appears to confirm that we are not a patchwork of red and blue states but a finely woven cloth of blue and red threads resulting in a subtly shifting hue of purple. 

Having seen my hope become real, I will dare to express another hope: that the lame duck legislators and executive recognize the will of the American People and themselves come together, find common ground, and work cooperatively to implement productive solutions to the problems that have heretofore appeared intractable and insurmountable. It is time to put aside tribalism and readopt comity as the standard for negotiations between and among lawmakers, executives and the electorate. 

Definition of comity
comity \KAH-muh-tee or KOH-muh-tee\ (noun) – Friendly civility; courtesy.

“The master has failed more often than the novice has tried”

Mastery requires persistence and patience. Success is not measured by completion. Success is achieved only after one has done everything possible to produce something that one is proud to share.

Of course, to make a good story, the hero has to overcome obstacles, which in knitting parlance usually means plenty of frogging. To my non-knitting readers, frogging refers to the similarity between the words “rip it” and “ribbit”. To frog one’s knitting is to rip it out and do it again. It feels like I did more frogging than knitting to complete this cardigan!

To my Knitting sisters, yes, the border was crocheted, not knitted. I even learned how to crab crochet for the outermost edge detail. And because details separate the novice from the master,  I ordered a “31 Rue Cambon” button for the neck and a dressmaker’s chain to weight down the hem.

See the many photos of steps and missteps before I was satisfied!

Credits:

  • Vintage Chanel pics from Pinterest
  • Chanel-ish cardigan jacket image, pattern and stitch instructions from “Greetings from the Knit Cafe” by Suzan Mischer
  • Cotton Dishie yarn in Black and Clarity from KnitPicks
  • 31 Rue Cambon button from Lots.of.Beauty @ etsy
  • Dressmakers chain from Susan Khalje Couture

 

EdTech User Experience

Starting with the most basic questions: Do we have enough devices for everyone to access it and do we have sufficient bandwidth so that we can do our work without waiting for the next screen to paint or text to send?

You try to keep a room full of teenagers engaged while they wait for their Chomebooks to paint when they know that their cell phones could have finished the task before their Chromebooks found the wifi connection.

Right now I have been using Realtime for two years and the pain points include not being able to use the tab key to move to the next field while taking attendance, and only being able to navigate down a column of grades and never across a row for a single student.

I never got past the basics on Canvas, and the drama trying to get files posted that students could read on their Chromebooks was my biggest pain point.

Three years of experience make me adept at working through the Google Classroom pain points, but I do wish I could more easily reuse materials from earlier sections. Being able to create a new lesson and assign it to multiple sections is great, but it would be even better if I could add a section after the fact!

Which brings me to my User Experience observation. I have worked in pre- and post- sales support where I was the expert in user experience and liaised between end users, sales people, technicians and code writers. I explained, demonstrated, documented and specified bug fixes, software updates, and new functionality. It turns out that I was exceptional at identifying best practices and explaining across job descriptions what the customer needed, why they needed it, and how it should work. We need to talk!

 

 

Time slicing is not the same as Multi-tasking!

As a child I read Cheaper by the Dozen and fell in love with efficiency and best practices although I did not know them by those names yet.

The books Cheaper by the Dozen and Belles on Their Toes (written by their children Ernestine and Frank Jr.) tell the story of Frank and Lillian Gilbreth’s family life with twelve children, and describe how they applied their interest in time and motion study to the organization and daily activities of such a large family. Both books were later made into feature films. Make sure to look for the Clifton Webb and Myrna Loy version which is true to the original books!

Frank Bunker Gilbreth Sr. (July 7, 1868 – June 14, 1924) was an American engineer, consultant and author, an early advocate of scientific management and a pioneer of time and motion study, he got his start analyzing the motions in brick laying.

Lillian Evelyn Moller Gilbreth (May 24, 1878 – January 2, 1972) was an American psychologist and industrial engineer. One of the first working female engineers holding a Ph.D., she is held to be the first true industrial/organizational psychologist.

Both Frank and Lillian were industrial engineers and efficiency experts who contributed to the study of industrial engineering in fields such as motion study and human factors.

Excerpted from Wikipedia

There were several examples that might be mistaken for multi-tasking in Cheaper by the Dozen but are really Time Slicing. I love these two particular examples: French and German lessons on phonograph while bathing and Morse code painted on the summer cottage’s bathroom walls.

It’s like reading the newspaper or listening to a podcast while you commute. Partly to relieve the tedium but mostly because you have a block of otherwise uninterrupted time that you are able to focus on something.

Tomorrow our students will be asked to turn over their cell phones before they enter the school. We did it last week during standardized testing and it worked well enough to inspire our administration to continue the practice until the end of the year.

At the beginning of the school year I distributed this letter to parents and students alike:

About: Presence and Mindfulness

Why can’t I have my phone on my desk?

Students in the 21st Century have grown up with technology and many find it difficult to focus on the moment because of the distractions from their technology.

Learning happens when students are fully engaged in the topic, participating in class discussions, and connecting the class material to their lives!

Learning requires students to be present and mindful. Students are less likely to be distracted when they put away their phone!

Students have been sitting in class wearing earbuds, watching a video on one screen, participating in social media on another screen and telling me that they are doing my work.

When these students complained about the decision to continue to collect phones after testing was completed they did not accept that their persistent use of cellphone in class was the reason for the decision.

Clicking <play> to listen to music while you work is not the same as reading and replying  to text messages and/or viewing videos “while working”. I know plenty of people who can chew gum and walk at the same time, but doing classwork requires more brain power than either chewing gum or walking. As I wrote in my letter to students and parents at the beginning of the year, “Learning happens when students are fully engaged in the topic…[and] requires students to be present and mindful.”

 

 

 

 

 

VictorinoArt

I designed this website VictorinoArt.com from the ground up and then I self published his biography, Victorino: A Lifetime of Color and Brushes

The years passed, life happened, and the website was shut down. Thank you to my colleague, Anthony Dilley for reminding me of the existence of the Internet Archive Wayback Machine.

Sadly, my work as a novice website builder means that several pages are incomplete. Glad to share what survived!

Time for Graduate School?

The skills that 21st-century learners need to acquire are problem solving, creativity, analytic thinking, collaboration, communication, ethics, action, and accountability; yet few academic classes are able to provide meaningful opportunities for students to develop these skills in a cohesive process. Careers and Technical Education (CTE) in general and entrepreneurship classes like TREP$ in particular are ideal opportunities to provide students with authentic opportunities.

Entering my fourth year of teaching high school students, I now feel ready to begin graduate studies in economics and education policy or economics and workforce development so that I might earn a seat at the education policy table and add a CTE voice to the conversation.

From my earliest years as a department store clerk, then training trainers and end-users, and now teaching high school, you might say I am completing a circle, working with the same general demographic for more than 25 years.

Instead of studying economics at Vassar or Mt. Holyoke, I graduated from Fashion Institute of Technology, S.U.N.Y. and worked in fashion buying and merchandising until Mr. Campeau bought Federated Department stores and eliminated assistant buyers across all stores. I then landed a job with a division of Toshiba where I worked in both pre- and post-sales support for retail technologies. Much of my time was dedicated to training and writing system documentation, with an occasional white paper explaining why a customer needed functionality and how it should work from keystrokes at the point-of-sale to reporting at the back of the house.  Pairing my early professional years working in retail with my degree, I was exceptionally well prepared for the job at Toshiba and went on to advance my retail technologies career with Linens ’N Things, then SASI (now a unit of S.A.P.) and then Gristede’s, Inc. (GFI).

While dedicating a few years at home to raising twins, I served in several volunteer positions with parenting organizations, home & school organizations, municipal committees and scouting. The job that really sparked my interest was facilitating the Trep$ after school discovery program. It brought together my experience in marketing and training, with my passion for fashion (the way we live, not just clothes), and prompted me to complete the PRAXIS exams for three certificates of eligibility (Family & Consumer Science: textiles, fashion and interiors; Marketing Education; and Business Education: Finance, Economics & Law).  My first teaching position was at Hillcrest Academy South.

Hillcrest Academy South (HAS) is an alternative high school run as part of the Union County Educational Services Commission. Student enrollment is drawn from Elizabeth High School and limited to 96 students. Class sizes are limited to twelve students so that an exceptionally high level of support can be offered to each student.  One of the school’s innovations was to replace homeroom with Life Skills so that all students have an opportunity to demonstrate the creative, critical thinking, collaboration, and problem-solving skills needed to function successfully as both global citizens and workers in diverse organizational cultures.

In cooperation with the Supervisor of CTE at Elizabeth Public Schools, I was able to hybridize the Introduction to Computer Applications class so that Google Sheets was utilized while teaching Personal Financial Literacy, standard 9.1, to optimize students development of analogue and digital skills and strategies that promote personal and financial responsibility related to financial planning, savings, investment, and charitable giving in the global economy.  We similarly married Google Docs with Career Awareness, Exploration and Preparedness, standard 9.2 engaging students in writing resumes, college essays & applications, and letters of introduction. We are currently combining Google Slides with CTE standard 9.3.12.BM, to develop effective written and oral communication skills for creating, expressing and evaluating information resources to accomplish specific occupational tasks through public speaking, research and multi media presentations. I was also able to add Business Organization and Management, providing a foundation of understanding of the business world and established business principles and practices, along with the knowledge needed to become conscientious and wise consumers.

I thought I was on a straight path, but my choices have brought me full circle: Checking the box for home economics on the SUNY college application to major in Fashion Marketing at Fashion Institute of Technology instead of economics at Mt. Holyoke or Vassar, then Canadian venture capitalist Campeau’s purchase of Federated Department Stores and subsequent elimination of assistant buyers across all stores which precipitated my leap into retail technology as the world prepared for open architecture operating systems and then Y2K, then volunteering for education and youth organizations, and now teaching high school. I have returned to economics with a few very specific questions:  How to reconcile the role of public education with the needs of industry? Shouldn’t we be preparing students with the necessary skills to achieve their potential? Shouldn’t we be preparing students to fully participate now and in the future in the social, economic, and educational responsibilities and opportunities of our local, state, national and global communities?

 

Cringe Worthy Memorable Moments

I have a confession to make.  I am a flawed human being trying to do good in the world.

If I make a mistake I apologize and make amends. Sometimes I call myself out, sometimes I wait for students to notice and call me out. If it is a spelling or syntax error on a worksheet or slide deck that the students catch they earn extra credit.

When I mispronounce a name I ask for immediate correction and reminders if I slip up again. Names are a very good way to practice social justice as well as language arts. First I model sounding out the name the same way we taught our students to sound out new words. Then I apply any vocabulary knowledge I might have about words with similar roots or stems. Finally, I cross reference the foreign languages that I speak.

When I speak a student’s name for the first time I look for their face and make an effort to learn the face with the name, accept correction if called for and repeat the name speaking aloud to make sure I have pronounced it correctly. It will certainly take longer to get through the roster in this manner, but the benefit outweighs the cost because the students witness me modeling academic skills and respect for my students.

Students know that the adults in their lives are not perfect, but how often do those adults come clean, own their mistakes, apologize, and model how they learned from those mistakes?

Lately I have found the courage to share some of my more memorable and truly cringe worthy moments with my students.

I remember my first full time job out of college. My boss walked me to my desk and left me there to get some paperwork. The desk was very nice with a pretty calendar and matching accessories. I had no idea that this was not normal because this was my first job with a desk of my own. While I waited I filled in the calendar with family birthdates.

When my boss arrived she handed me a packet of papers and explained that her previous assistant buyer was on vacation and would pack up her desk upon her return. Until then I could put in an order for supplies, or I could shop for something more personal. OOPS!

And then it got even worse. Two weeks later I arrived in the company parking lot late and could not find a good parking space. I tried to squeeze into a spot and scraped the neighboring car. I hunted for a scrap of paper in the glove compartment and left a note with my phone number on the windshield before finding  a big enough parking space.

After lunch my predecessor arrived fuming that her car had been scraped and called the number on the paper. I wanted to crawl into a deep dark hole when my phone rang for all to hear. I offered to pay for the body work, but her opinion of me would never improve.

Jobs change, people move, and wet behind the ears, fresh faced college graduates grow up. I still make mistakes, and there are a few more cringe worthy stories to share, but I’ll save them for another teachable moment!