*in an undertone* We celebrated Michaelmas with strange pagan ritual combined with Eurythmy in the fall.
Then Halloween had its own ritual (and our costumes!), forming and reforming lines until we were all in a big Waldorfian (it is a verb, noun, and adjective) circle.
Then in the weeks leading up to Christmas came St. Lucia day (you never knew when it was coming), where the second grade wandered the halls in multicolored robes with one little girl in white, singing together, Wake up, Lucia comes today. Oh be glad.... the voices falling away, then getting closer, until they'd come to our classroom door and encircle the room, singing. Then the teacher would be served tea and cookies (just the teacher, not us) and they'd leave, singing, voices dispersing down the hall.
The halls would be filled with the sounds of recorder trios, practicing for the yearly medieval festival. (I played both soprano and alto recorder.) Did I mention that our building was a state landmark and looked like a castle? And that we had an auditorium with vaulted ceilings and leaded glass windows?
Then we'd have the advent candles (my teachers were firebugs) before every class, with more music. Crafts class was taken up make little crocheted dolls for the medieval festival. Then the last week of classes, the teachers would perform the Shepherd's Play every year for the entire school, kindergarteners in the front row, the high schoolers sprawled in the back.
Then there was the year when all the first graders (I was one) carried candles into a spiral of pine boughs.
Then the medieval festival itself, with roast pig, jugglers (that was my boyfriend Chris), the recorder trio, wandering carolers in costume, and at the feast a professional troupe that performed, standing on the tables, while the rest of my class acted as servers (we'd been trained to move fast, act servile, and mumble appropriate phrases ;).
Then upstairs, while the clean-up was going on, the far more traditional "drinking of the leftover wine" by the teenage servers got underway... along with the traditional couples vanishing into the costume room....
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Date: 2007-11-24 12:06 pm (UTC)*in an undertone* We celebrated Michaelmas with strange pagan ritual combined with Eurythmy in the fall.
Then Halloween had its own ritual (and our costumes!), forming and reforming lines until we were all in a big Waldorfian (it is a verb, noun, and adjective) circle.
Then in the weeks leading up to Christmas came St. Lucia day (you never knew when it was coming), where the second grade wandered the halls in multicolored robes with one little girl in white, singing together, Wake up, Lucia comes today. Oh be glad.... the voices falling away, then getting closer, until they'd come to our classroom door and encircle the room, singing. Then the teacher would be served tea and cookies (just the teacher, not us) and they'd leave, singing, voices dispersing down the hall.
The halls would be filled with the sounds of recorder trios, practicing for the yearly medieval festival. (I played both soprano and alto recorder.) Did I mention that our building was a state landmark and looked like a castle? And that we had an auditorium with vaulted ceilings and leaded glass windows?
Then we'd have the advent candles (my teachers were firebugs) before every class, with more music. Crafts class was taken up make little crocheted dolls for the medieval festival. Then the last week of classes, the teachers would perform the Shepherd's Play every year for the entire school, kindergarteners in the front row, the high schoolers sprawled in the back.
Then there was the year when all the first graders (I was one) carried candles into a spiral of pine boughs.
Then the medieval festival itself, with roast pig, jugglers (that was my boyfriend Chris), the recorder trio, wandering carolers in costume, and at the feast a professional troupe that performed, standing on the tables, while the rest of my class acted as servers (we'd been trained to move fast, act servile, and mumble appropriate phrases ;).
Then upstairs, while the clean-up was going on, the far more traditional "drinking of the leftover wine" by the teenage servers got underway... along with the traditional couples vanishing into the costume room....