Inside the Mind of Isadora

Pencil Parable

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Sister Mary Annunciata handed out the list of things we had to bring to school by the end of the week. It was September 15, 1953 the first week of my 1st grade. Although I had attended kindergarten at the same school, I was scared. The thought of filling a list of things to bring to school was intimidating. I wanted to make sure I got it right.

After school my mother sent me out with my older sister to get the supplies on the list:

a) a notebook
b) 2 – #2 pencils
c) a pencil sharpener
d) a pencil box
e) an eraser
f) a ruler

images4574PYC7I was excited as I picked out each item. The pencil box was made of smooth pale wood with a flat surface that slid the box open when you pushed on the notch. Everything fit inside of it perfectly. The next day I was ready with all of my items. The students who brought all of the items to class received a gold star next to their name. I was proud. I smiled all the way back to my seat. You see, we got to put the gold star next to our own names.


imagesDHOSP21DDuring the first week we received our catechism book, prayer book, rosary beads and a laminated bookmark with an image of a saint on the front and a prayer on the back. We were supposed to mark where we were in our catechism book with it. We were to recite the pray on the back to the saint on the bookmark whenever we found ourselves in a moment of weakness or loss of faith. I often did as I always found myself in a state of fear of not meeting up to getting that gold star again.


cath%20BN156_BN156M[1] Sister Mary Annunciata was angelic in her features. She was petite and had a pretty smile. A stiff white material surrounded her face showcasing her pink skin and white teeth. The black habit covered her all the way down to her ankles. Tiny black toes from her shoes stuck out. Long rosary beads hung from her waist and jingled as she walked. All this meant nothing since her harsh tone could let you know instantly if you were not in her favor.

imagesZHL4X2RBThe second week of school we were going to learn how to write the letters of the alphabet. Eventually, we would be learning to how write our names. I was thrilled. I wanted to learn how to write so much.

First there were rules we needed to know:
1) No pointing our pencil at anyone
2) We could not sharpen our pencils unless we raised our hand and asked
3) No erasing what we had written
4) No writing on our desks

Finally, after waiting and waiting, we were going to write. I took out my #2 yellow pencil and held it in my hand. It fit perfectly. Now, I was going to be a writer. My journey was about to begin.
No other instrument has had as much influence on my life as that pencil did. There was something powerful in that first encounter. When I read the short inspirational parable below I felt all of the same feelings I felt when I first held that # 2 yellow pencil.
I hope you can remember your feelings when you first became enamored with the art of writing.
What were they????
copyright 2014 written byIsadora

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Pencil Parable – an Inspirational story

The Pencil Maker took the pencil aside, just before putting him into the box.

“There are 5 things you need to know,” he told the pencil, “Before I send you out into the world. Always remember them and never forget, and you will become the best pencil you can be.”

1) “You will be able to do many great things, but only if you allow yourself to be held in someone’s hand.”

2) “You will experience a painful sharpening from time to time, but you’ll need it to become a better pencil.”

3) “You will be able to correct any mistakes you might make.”

4) “The most important part of you will always be what’s inside.”

5) “On every surface you are used on, you must leave your mark. No matter what the condition, you must continue to write.”

The pencil understood and promised to remember, and went into the box with purpose in its heart.

Now replacing the place of the pencil with yourself. Always remember them and never forget, and you will become the best person you can be.

1) You will be able to do many great things, but only if you allow yourself to be held in God’s hand. And allow other human beings to access you for the many gifts you possess.

2) You will experience a painful sharpening from time to time, by going through various problems in life, but you’ll need it to become a stronger person.

3) You will be able to correct any mistakes you might make.

4) The most important part of you will always be what’s on the inside.

5) On every surface you walk through, you must leave your mark. No matter what the situation, you must continue to do your duties.

Allow this parable of the pencil to encourage you to know that you are a special person and only you can fulfill the purpose to which you were born to accomplish.

Never allow yourself to get discouraged and think that your life is insignificant and cannot make a change.

9673136346_3946b09591[1] - CopyEach week Frizz is walking us through the A – Z alphabet challenge. This week is the Letter P – to join in –
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Author: Inside the Mind of Isadora

Intriguing, sensitive, mysterious, loving, artistic and crackling with excitement for life is a pretty good description of who I am. I just retired from the world of art where I sold my Artfully Designed Handmade Jewelry for 28 years; although, art will always be a part of whom I am no matter what venue I choose to express it.

29 thoughts on “Pencil Parable

  1. Brilliant, Issy! Your story reminded me of the time I attended a Catholic school, when I was five and my teacher was Sister Eucaria. I never expected the ending but it gave me goosebumps and plenty of food for thought. Great parable too! 🙂

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  2. I LOVE this post! I enjoyed your personal story, and the parable of the pencil is wonderful for a writer to think about and hold onto. Thanks so much, Izzy.

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    • Thank you so very much, Naomi. Those words coming from you, the great story teller, are extremely heartwarming. I haven’t stopped grinning since I read them.
      Glad to see you visiting here and a huge appreciation for your comment. ❤ hugs ❤

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  3. A wonderful parable following the personal opening story. I don’t think I discovered my joy for writing until I was an adult … but I did look fondly back at the writing teachers, especially in high school.

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  4. That is an inspiring story my friend. Pencils remind me of my passion for drawing and Art. I was sickly as a boy and my paper, pencils and crayons help me go to places I missed while in the hospital or at home. It’s amazing how one simple item we often miss look leads to a portal to our childhood past. God bless.

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    • Our imagination can help us go to peaceful places or we can explore things like when drawing art. Our memories are a part of the pieces of who we are.
      I’m glad you enjoyed my post, IT. Thanks for popping over for a visit and leaving your very nice comment.
      Blessings
      Isadora

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  5. What a lovely and inspiring post Issy. You are one talented writer hon and that is something I won’t ever be. My pencil was only used for drawing. 😀

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  6. Beautifully written and jogged earlier years of school. You are a talented storyteller! Thank you for sharing!

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  7. I’m proud, that my little P-challenge inspired you to write such a wonderful description of your first school days. You made me remember sister Ancilla who was my first teacher in the Kindergarten – you and me, we had the same impression: “A stiff white material surrounded her face showcasing her pink skin and white teeth. The black habit covered her all the way down to her ankles…” In that Kindergarten I saw my first bishop dressed in a golden robe – and I’ll never forget, how the leader of the monastery, a blind women, aged 96, touched kindly my hair…

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    • Our memories can be triggered by smells, touches, sight and something we may read.
      I am often thrown back in time by a memory that’s triggered by something. I suppose
      they are there for a reason. Perhap,s to let us see that our lives are much better than
      they were and we much apprecaite them not take them for granted.
      Yes, the habits the nuns wore were odd to me as a child but I still wanted to be a nun
      and wear one. Mmmmm … it never happened but my life is wondrous and loving so I am grateful.
      Thanks, Frizz, for hosting the challenge and stirring memories.
      Isadora ~~~~ : – )

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  8. You make it sound so enjoyable to be a pencil.. 😉 Lovely..

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  9. So very touching dear Issy.

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  10. I didn’t attend kindergarten but in grade 1, after seeing the power of the Dick and Jane and Bobbsey Twins readers, I flung my hand up and yelled at the teacher, “Mrs. Werry, Mrs. Werry! I know what I want to do when I grow up! I want to make books!” Aside from that, your post was nostalgic reading and took me to places of choirs singing with their best white knee socks on. How I loved those knee socks that stayed up unlike the more worn variety, lol.

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    • I remember a friend who hadn’t attended kindergarten. I suppose many didn’t.
      You brought a smile to my face when you posted what you said in 2st grade. XD
      I could picture you with a head full of bright red curls, smiling and wide eyed shouting it out.
      I’m not surprised you knew what you wanted to do. You are a gal of strong conviction.
      A treasure to have. ❤
      I loved those knee highs, too. You're description of the worn out streched ones brought back
      the memory of how embarrassing it was when my spindly legs were exposed due to that. hahaha
      I've enjoyed the dialog of this post. Thanks for stopping by for a visit, Aurora, and leaving your comment.
      Izzy ~~~~ : – )

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  11. I didn’t attend kindergarten but in grade 1, after seeing the power of the Dick and Jane and Bobbsey Twins readers, I flung my hand up and yelled at the teacher, “Mrs. Werry, Mrs. Werry! I know what I want to do when I grow up! I want to make books!” Aside from that, your post was nostalgic reading and took me to places of choirs singing with their best white knee socks on. How I loved those knee socks that stayed up unlike the more worn variety, lol.

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  12. Oh my goodness Izzy, those days of awe and wonder at the hands of the nuns but the scratch of the pencil across the paper as we learned to write was like a ticket to freedom. A lovely parable, gold star!

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    • Astonishing the things we can recall from a simple item – a pencil. Some things can touche our hearts and make a huge difference in the way our life unfolds. I’m pleased you could relate to my words, Patti. Thanks for stopping by, leaving a comment and appreciating a page form my past.
      Izzy ❤ hugs ❤

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  13. I love this story Izzy

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  14. Such a great parable… and beautifully told! Thank you, Isadora. 🙂 xx

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