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According to Wikipedia, the story of Stone Soup actually traces its roots to a Portugese village, but the copy Laura Wolff brought into class in 2nd grade clearly pictured an old woman wearing a babooshka. A majority of the population of our town was Askenazic Jew. In retrospect, the politics of children's books make sense. At its core, it's a parable about pooling resources when the going got tough, a message that ran the risk of galvanizing the affluent-seven-year-old-in-the-famine-stricken-early-90s demographic into ushering in a communist utopia.
Our assigned homework that night was to bring in a vegetable to contribute to the class 'cauldron' (it was a restaurant grade pot on loan from Rana's Deli). Most of the kids brought in standard vegetables like carrots or tomatoes. The gross kid probably added raw onions. Kids' whose parents were especially competitive type-A monsters brought in hydroponic acorn squash.
Angela Huang and I, dumb shits that we were, drew attention to ourselves by bringing in a daikon radish and a napa cabbage, respectively. After some boy called these vegetables weird, the class had a nice chat about multiculturalism, during which I foolishly revealed that my Green Card had the words 'Resident Alien' printed on it. I was such a fool!
According to Wikipedia, the story of Stone Soup actually traces its roots to a Portugese village, but the copy Laura Wolff brought into class in 2nd grade clearly pictured an old woman wearing a babooshka. A majority of the population of our town was Askenazic Jew. In retrospect, the politics of children's books make sense. At its core, it's a parable about pooling resources when the going got tough, a message that ran the risk of galvanizing the affluent-seven-year-old-in-the-famine-stricken-early-90s demographic into ushering in a communist utopia.
Our assigned homework that night was to bring in a vegetable to contribute to the class 'cauldron' (it was a restaurant grade pot on loan from Rana's Deli). Most of the kids brought in standard vegetables like carrots or tomatoes. The gross kid probably added raw onions. Kids' whose parents were especially competitive type-A monsters brought in hydroponic acorn squash.
Angela Huang and I, dumb shits that we were, drew attention to ourselves by bringing in a daikon radish and a napa cabbage, respectively. After some boy called these vegetables weird, the class had a nice chat about multiculturalism, during which I foolishly revealed that my Green Card had the words 'Resident Alien' printed on it. I was such a fool!
posted by Byron at 4:57 PM
2 Comments:
My first grade teacher made the mistake of assigning a six year old to bring in the "stone." Ricky, our Laotian classmate, brought in a mudrock he found on the way to the bus stop -- not because he was Laotian, (they do have stones in Laos, I think), but because he was just a bad kid. Mrs. Wojcik's class never made stone soup again.
they don't have stones in Laos, only pain.
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