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. It was the first week of 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 to the saint on the back of 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 leather tips from her shoes stuck out.  Long rosary beads hung from her waist and jingled as she walked. All of 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????

2017©Isadora De La Vega

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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.

2017©Isadora DeLaVega

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Namaste
I honor the place in you
in which the entire universe dwells.
I honor the place in you
which is of Love, and of Truth,
of Light and of Peace.
When you are in that place in you
and I am in that place in me.
We are One.

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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.

22 thoughts on “Pencil Parable

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  2. Dear Isadora,

    How I remember the excitement of starting school. Those first few days when letters and words took on meaning. And pencils…#2 pencils, I loved the scent of them and never understood other kids who left teeth marks in them. Of course they were probably the same ones who ate paste. 😉

    The little girl across the street from me when to Parochial school and one of our favorite games to play was putting petticoats over our heads and pretending we were nuns. Imagine me…Sister Mary Shapiro. However I’ve always had a fascination for these ladies who devoted their entire lives to God, forsaking all the world.

    Thank you for sharing good words to remember.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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    • YIKES …. me too, Querida Amiga, on pencil chewing. I thought it was soooo gross. And, I never used my eraser. We weren’t allowed. I didn’t want to have my fingers encounter a ruler. LOL
      LOL … we used to use our Dad’s shirts to wrap around our faces. I always wanted to be a nun. I seriously looked into it. I liked the silence. Strange, I know. Anywho, I met hubby and that was that.
      Thanks for the petticoat story. FUN !!!! Always, good to see that great images of you here.
      Adios y abrazos,
      Isadora 😎

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  3. I love your story about parochial school. Your timing is amazing because I just remembered a story I’ve never told about my time in parochial school and I was thinking of posting it! Coincidence? I think not!

    And I loved my #2 pencils. Always had to be sharp and I never liked to use the erasers; I liked the pink block erasers (if I absolutely HAD to erase my work)! 😉

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    • Well, amiga, unless I was in your house I would think it’s coincidence or telepathy between us is getting scary strong. 😉
      Hey, I can recall your experience in the playground with the monkey bars from your memoir. Was it during that period of time?
      Can’t wait to read your parochial days. 🤓 Did you become a clothes horse when you finally could wear REAL clothes? I did. I still am.
      I never used the eraser. We weren’t allowed. I didn’t want my knuckles seeing a ruler. I still can’t erase. We had to put a line through a misspelled word. YAY … spellcheck.
      Glad you were able to pop in and leave a great comment, as always, my friend.
      Izzy 😎

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  4. It takes so little to make a child happy — a pretty pencil box was such a delight back then! No matter how we try to recapture that sense of wonder as adults, it’s never quite the same. Wishing you a lovely weekend, Isadora!

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  5. You’re lucky you can remember your first day of school. I certainly don’t remember. Haha! I loved this post. I also loved the parable.

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    • I’m assuming this made a big impression on me as I don’t always remember some things about my youth. Writing the story brought back many more things than I had recalled before. YAY … to writing. Have a GREAT Sunday, PJ. Thanks for popping by and commenting.
      Isadora 😎

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  6. Ahh this is really great Issy, thanks for a lovely Sunday morning read!

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  7. Having received my education from nuns from 1st through 12th grade — this made me smile and brought many memories. Thank you for sharing your gift of writing with us; it stirs deep memories. Great write! ❤

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  8. What a beautiful story, Isadora 🙂 I used to have that kind of pencil case once too.

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  9. A great post and a nice parable, Isadora. Here’s to more great marks!

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    • Amen to that …. I worried myself into stomach cramps as a child for a gold star. LOL
      Smiling as I read your comment, Tom. It’s always a pleasure to have you visit. I’ve been away because of computer issues
      and lack of writing ideas. I’m thinking too much. I need to let it all flow. Thank you for stopping by even though I’ve lacked
      visits to your blog. I always appreciate it. Have a super wonderful weekend.
      Isadora 😎

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  10. I looked at your post Isadora and the name Sister Mary Annunciata, rang a bell with me. I had one teach me in about 1965 when I was in 6th Class. She was the best of all the teachers I had in primary school. I liked her because she was actually kind to us unlike our 5th class teacher who was old, crabby and belted us at every opportunity. That moment of discovery of learning to read and write was a great time. You can remember with greater accuracy than I can. Great post.

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    • What a small world, Michael. She may have been the same nun. It was her first year of teaching. She was very young. Nuns are sent to various convents. She may have been sent to your school. What state were you living in?
      She was sweet. However, when the boys gave her a busy time or two she could be quite loud. They may have needed it. LOL
      My catholic school memories are very fresh even today. Good or bad ones they made up a good portion of education. I’m pleased my parents were willing to sacrifice to give me the private school education I had. Believe me, my father worked 3 jobs. All 5 of his children were educated the same way.
      Thank you for leaving your fabulous comment. I’m happy you enjoyed the trip down memory lane. Happy Weekend …
      Isadora 😎

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      • Hi Isadora, my schooling was in Australia I would think there might have been a few nuns across the world with that name….Our nuns were Sisters of Mercy though I never felt they showed a lot to us…yes you could say I don’t have many fond memories of school….enjoy your weekend too..

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        • I believe your right on the name, Michael. It would’ve been something if it would have been the same nun. 🙄
          I’m sure there are many who feel the same way as you about nuns. Perhaps, that’s where they get their negative reputation.
          Nice dialog on a common subject. Thank you … 😎

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