After yesterday’s after school class listened to an Irish folktale, Mrs. McCool and the Giant Cuhullin, they performed the story. The first two classes of younger children attached construction paper moustaches and beards and followed as I read their lines and suggested Cuhullin lift up the house so Mrs. McCool could sweep under it and Finn McCool act like a baby when the bonnet was on his head.
The third class of fifth through seventh grader girls needed very few suggestions from me. One of the girls read and the other three improvised their roles appropriately.
But it was the last class, again girls from fifth through seventh grade, who caught the spirit of the tale. Divas,each and every one. When Cuhullin/Gabby was not involved in the action (s)he was pumping iron off to the side. Normally shy Sera had no problem assuming the role of baby giant. There was even a lively song and dance finale when the great giant shrank and ran down the hill.
The reluctance to put away childish things may be a requirement of genius. ~Rebecca Pepper Sinkler