Jessica

May 10, 2016
For Jessica Febus Caraballo – Happy Mother’s Day – your artwork as a child…time passes quickly, doesn’t it!
Barbara Pfeiffer's photo.
Barbara Pfeiffer

Jessica

Different worlds – one end of the block from the other.

At fifty years old I lived at 1701. Jessica, at eleven
years old, lived at 1731.
She came into my world at the end of our block
to do some artwork which I taped to my kitchen cabinet.

Twenty years later that picture she drew of a little girl,
with black hair, hands on hips, in front of a row house,
with a multi-leafed tree, is still there, although tattered.

Jessica, now thirty-one years old, is a middle school
science teacher in Baltimore, and she looks exactly the same
as when she was eleven.

I recognized her in a Zumba class in Cinnaminson.

I don’t know who lives in 1731 today but I reconnected
with the child who lived there twenty years ago. In between
Zumba dance pieces I said

“I know you, but from where?”

We traced our lives back twenty years and arrived
at the house numbers in Camden
on the same street at opposite ends of the block.

“I have a picture you created, pasted on a cabinet
in my kitchen.”

“I remember telling a boy not to bother the lady at
the end of the block and him telling me – ‘Hey,
she likes to do art projects with kids.'”

How amazing that we got together in a class given
by Viviana, a Zumba teacher in Camden
as well as in Cinnaminson.

“You look exactly the same,” I told Jessica.

“And I have a daughter who looks just like me!”

I’m a foster grandparent at an infant care center run
by Leap Academy (where Viviana teaches older students).
I wondered if twenty years from now it would be possible
to meet one of my toddlers grown up. I’d be really old
but still I’d recognize his face and say:

“I know you. When you were eighteen months old,
you built fantastic Lego castles.”

I’ve never had children or a traditional family
or even a neighborhood of my own. Growing up in
Manhattan, an only child of divorced parents,
traveling long distances between persons, places
and things my whole life, I’m comfortable with
a very large world being my family.

But I have found it is also a small world.

In 1967 I was a young college graduate teaching
English to college students at Sophia University
in Tokyo. Forty years later in 2007, I visited
Tokyo and reconnected with one of my students.

In my short life, I’ve experienced not being a
member of a particular tribe. I’ve experienced
the loneliness of not knowing who lives at the
other end of the block. I feel I’m part of an
abstract, spiritual, urban, global community.

Also I’ve experienced a small, wonderful world that
Louis Armstrong sang about. I believe in it.

I revel in the picture on my kitchen cabinet –
a photo copy of the original (now falling apart) –
because I want it to last another twenty years,
when I’ll be ninety and
Jessica’s granddaughter might be eleven.

Camden County Library Ferry Avenue Branch Display – 2016

April 14, 2016

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Passion for the Arts Drives Pfeiffer

April 14, 2016

http://camdenkroc.salvationarmy.org/CamdenKroc/CamdenKrocNewsLetter_Pfeiffer

Passion for Arts Drives Pfeiffer

In December 2014, Barbara Pfeiffer became a bell ringer and rang the bell at the Walmart shopping center in Audubon. She hasn’t stopped serving The Salvation Army since.

Pfeiffer, who officially registered as a volunteer in March of 2015, has contributed over 210 hours of service, serving as a Kroc Ambassador giving tours, working at the Welcome Desk, the library, instructing at summer camp and teaching Art in Kroc Kids.

For Pfeiffer, the dedication to volunteering comes from her desire to see people come together.

“I’ve lived in Camden for 30 years and I knew that this was going to be a place that was going to bring people together,” said Pfeiffer. “I have found that everybody is in their own little section in Camden and this was a place that could bring them together.”

Barbara got to witness this first hand when she checked members into the building.

“It’s just a wonderful look at life from this wonderful facility,” she said. “When I was at the Welcome Desk I loved seeing all those people come through the doors, from the suburbs and from Camden City.”

While Pfeiffer has helped wherever she has been needed, her true passion has always been art. A retired teacher, Pfeiffer has seen what great things children can do when given the chance to be creative.

“I think every child should be able to express themselves,” Barbara said.

Pfeiffer continues to work with Kroc Kids and is encouraging others to join in and help a program that has greatly expanded over the last two months.

“I have worked at afterschool programs throughout Camden City and sometimes there is no discipline and there is nothing very structured about it,” she said. “Here [After School Learning Center Coordinator Hillary Jones] does a good job of structuring it. She can’t do it all by herself, so she needs volunteers. If people like working with kids, this is a wonderful opportunity because there are so many kids and there is such good structure within The Salvation Army.”

2nd Grade Chilean Arpillera-Inspired Landscapes

April 11, 2016

45337604[2]By Liseidy, 2nd Grader

Look at the discipline and creativity this second grader used in making her landscape. Teacher, Jeffrey Phillips, instructed his classes (20 per class, 100 students total at Leap Academy) to use markers to simulate the stitches (and whatever they wished – sun, clouds, stars, rainbows, etc.) used in sewn Chilean-fabric artwork. He had them use different colors and shapes of construction paper to create perspective.

Check out  http://www.artsonia.com/museum/gallery.asp?project=1123805 to see all the masterpieces done by students in Liseidy’s class, as well as the work done by other 2nd grade classes. Their collages are all one-of-a-kind, based the originality of each student.

I’m the lucky person who takes photos of artwork initiated by Jeff to post on Artsonia, the world’s largest online kids’ art museum.

3rd Grade Treescape Collage

April 10, 2016

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by Qaniah, 3rd Grade

This is just one of approximately 100 artworks of 3rd grade students initiated by teacher Jeffrey Phillips.

I have taken photos of all the students’ work to view on Artsonia – the world’s largest online Kids’ Art Museum.

Please take a look at them on http://www.artsonia.com/museum/gallery.asp?project=1125369 and see the excellence displayed.

Each student used cut-up newspapers for the tree barks and included perspective in their collages. Look at the fantastic watercolors in Qaniah’s collage.

How lucky are Jeff’s students who learn, through art-making, the tools of discipline and creativity that will carry them well throughout their lifetimes.

Vincent Van Gogh and Don McLean

February 22, 2016

No words necessary – this is Art Aware’s message…

 

Rudyard Kipling’s Gift of “If”

February 16, 2016
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I grew up in a high rise in Manhattan but nothing like this one near Shanghai, China.
Imagine writing something that would appeal to all the people who live here.
I’ve never had children – but have taught art appreciation to many
elementary school children over the years.
I wish I could have introduced every child to this poem by Rudyard Kipling
(1865-1936). I’m sure it has been translated into Chinese. I know that many
Japanese people know of it. For me it has been like a life-long prayer.
Barbara Pfeiffer
If by Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
    But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
    Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
    And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

 

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
    If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
    And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
    And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

 

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
    And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
    To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
    Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

 

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
    Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
    If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
    And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

I Am Not Old

February 16, 2016

 

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I Am Not Old by Samantha Reynolds   (see more of her poems on bentlily.com)
I am not old…she said.
I am rare.
I am the standing ovation
at the end of the day.
I am the retrospective
of my life as art.
I am the hours
connected like dots
into good sense.
I am the fullness
of existing.
You think I am waiting to die…
but I am waiting to be found.
I am a treasure.
I am a map.
And these wrinkles are
imprints of my journey.
Ask me anything.
(the photo is of Barbara Pfeiffer)

We turn not older…

February 14, 2016

emily dickinson poem

We Turn Not Older…

Can I turn one month of challenges into a poem?

I want to believe in the poems I like, for example
“I’m not old, I’m rare”* and
“We grow not older with years but newer every day.”**
I half believe them.
Hunkering down safe inside for two days of snow storm.
Then two days of shoveling, four hours each day.
A neighbor, half my age, inviting me over
to sit with her by the fireplace (she had no snow to shovel).
Exhibiting at Kroc Center paintings by African American
Romare Bearden, wondering if they’d be well received.
Then bad weather again
predictions of flooding – not snow
Then car giving out – $500.
Then awakening to a smoke-filled house at 3 a.m.
only to discover fire was three blocks away.
No wonder I had a sleep of nightmares
being old, sick, incapacitated.
To prove the dream wrong
I go to the pool and swim twenty laps.
What is in store for tomorrow?
Can I have faith “I’m not old, I’m rare” and
“We grow not older with years but newer every day?”
* by Samantha Reynolds – go to bentlily.com
** by Emily Dickinson

Saints and Sinners (and those of us in between)

January 13, 2016

 

I might do a write-in ballot for the 2016 presidential election for a man who wouldn’t want the job but has the experience to do it right.

He knows how to manage a budget and spent twenty years writing a biography of a Michigan senator-turned international diplomat which the University of Chicago Press will publish in 2017.

He recently was in the news because he helped an eighty-six year old woman get home who had locked the keys in her car, then mixed up the last two digits of the phone number unable to reach her daughter for help.

He’s in a position of authority that serves millions of people their basic human needs and serves their spiritual needs through the arts. He touches individuals and the multitudes.

I am one of those individuals – at seventy-seven years old, who may soon unintentionally lock her keys in the car and reach out to a caring person for help.  I have confidence someone will be there

because of this man for whom I’ll do a write-in ballot. His leadership extends across the country and, for-all-I-know, around the world. He has authority and influence that hasn’t “gone to his head.”

I live in a city, Camden, N.J., that needs enlightened leadership. In 2015 President Obama visited us. He raised hopes for the future, appearing in a Salvation Army Center that was funded  by Joan Kroc in 2003.

In 2015, the Grand Rapids Kroc Center and Salvation Army were supported by this man for whom I’m submitting a write-in ballot. He has the gentle touch for us commoners and the smarts for the elites.

He knows that isolationism by country, by economic status, by race, by education, by religion, will not work for a sustainable world, for individuals or for the multitudes.

I know the next POTUS will not be elected by write-in ballots. But we still have time, perhaps through social media to call out those saints – and sinners – so that those us “in between” can make a difference.