Delta Kappa Gamma Nu State Art Gallery Spring 2018
A Mother’s Power
When she simply says, “I love you baby” it seems to make all the pains go away, those problems or ailments beyond her touch she advises, on bended knees to pray.
Beneath the Heavenly Father, there’s only one who’ll talk standby, and hold you when in need, no questioning the absolute truth of a mother’s love in deed.
A priceless gem we’ve been given doesn’t matter how poor we live, knowing the richness of one’s personal Madonna non-judgemental love will always forgive--- bad ways, wrongdoings, mishaps and selfishness long distance never matters, fingers take the walk, to feel a mother’s kiss.
Value her presence every day and each chance you get, once she exits life’s stage the play becomes a vignette---
No curtain calls, no bow silent applause in your darkest hour, give her flowers while she lives appreciating strength, only gained from A MOTHER’S POWER!
The Butterfly Effect… (Dedicated to everyone whose support allows us to fly) A butterfly cannot fly without effort and air. Your help allows us to fly because you are always there. No matter the request, no matter the task, You step forward to help any time we ask. You encourage by word and by deed. There is nothing you will not do to help us to succeed. You may not know how much your presence helps us to grow. So we gather today to let our appreciation show.
Thank you. Gracias. Merci. Danke. Any way we can say it, You must know you are appreciated.
Dr. Barbara D. Parks-Lee Alpha Chapter
The Jokester He was short, the color of the inside of a watermelon rind, and had one blue eye and one green eye. His friends called him “Blink” and would tease him by asking him first to close one eye and then the other. In a world where everyone‘s skin was the color of honey, Hershey’s chocolate, and coffee with no cream, his weird complexion made him feel set apart even as he stood out in the crowd. No matter where Blink went, trouble was sure to follow. He graduated from practical jokes like putting salt in the sugar bowl to more advanced deviousness. In elementary school, his school teachers fared badly. The first grade teacher probably will never forget the day Blink brought her a gift-wrapped box. When she unwrapped it, what should wiggle out but a little green snake! Of course, she could not have screamed any louder if he had presented her with a live alligator. Blink laughed until he cried and his stomach hurt. By the time he reached junior high school, Blink had refined his pranks. He had begun to enlist his friends in doing such things as greasing the door knobs to all the restrooms and in trying to convince the algebra teacher that she had lost her mind. Mrs. Itsnothard prided herself on being on top of what was happening, but she would never ask a student for help. On the appointed day, Blink and Company, who had all agreed to wear white tennis shoes, showed up wearing their right shoes on their left feet and their left shoes on their right feet. They were as quiet and as good as they had ever been. When Mrs. Itsnothard came in from hall duty, she was surprised to see every student seated with their books open and their legs crossed. “Good afternoon, class. I’m so glad to see you’re ready to explore the Pythagoreum Theorem with me today. This is the way you should enter the room every day! Now, let’s get started.” “Good afternoon, Mrs. Itsnothard,” they chanted in unison. There was absolute silence as the class began to work at copying the notes from the chalkboard. Mrs. Itsnothard kept glancing over her glasses; something was just not right. Blink and Company had agreed to uncross their legs exactly ten minutes into class. The agreed upon time came, and everyone placed feet on the floor in front of their desks. In precisely thirty seconds after this maneuver, they had all plotted to cross the opposite legs from when they first entered the room. Mrs. Itsnothard shook her head and cleaned her glasses. Before class, Blink had instructed everyone to work as though they were all trying to earn grades of B or better. No laughing, talking, or horseplay was to take place. Only studious demeanors could pull off this, the ultimate prank, on Mrs. Itsnothard, who lived only in the world of numbers, theorems, and abstract principles. Even though she was in the world, she was not of the world. By now, everyone was aware of their teacher’s befuddlement, but no one let on that anything was amiss. Three quarters of the class period was over when Mrs. Itsnothard couldn’t take any more. Sweating profusely, she went to the principal’s office upstairs to report that something very strange was going on in her classroom, but she couldn’t figure out what. As soon as she left the room, Blink and Company quietly placed their shoes on the correct feet and continued working studiously. When Mr. I.M. Apal entered the room with Mrs. Itsnothard, the students could not have been working more seriously. Blink, yawning, looked up and asked if he could write the answers to the problems on the chalkboard. Every student watched attentively. Mr. I.M. Apal wanted to know just what was going on that could have upset Mrs. Itsnothard so. He asked her if this was the way the class had been behaving when she left the room and she replied, “Yes.” The principal left just as the bell rang to change classes. Mrs. Itsnothard, still unable to decide just what had happened, met her next two classes, but she could not remember what she had planned her lessons to be and allowed the students a free period to catch up on their homework. She took the rest of the week off, so everyone knew she must have been sick. In her forty years of teaching, she had never missed a day of school, but she decided maybe it was the right time to retire before her mind left completely. Blink and Company wanted to tell her what they had done, but their remorse was overcome by fear of the consequences should she ever find out what they had done. When Mrs. Itsnothard retired at the end of the year, Blink decided that it was time for him to retire his jokesterhood. 820 words
Dr. Barbara D. Parks-Lee Alpha Chapter
Each One, Bring One A few kind words, When softly spoken, Can soothe the angered spirits. Each One, Bring One. An attentive, listening ear, Genuinely and generously given, Can help calm the storms of a downtrodden soul. Each One, Bring One. An extended helping hand, Reaching forth with care and comfort, Can lift the fallen, dismayed soldier. Each One, Bring One. A warm, tender embrace, infused with love, For those who are lost, and confused, Can convey compassion and understanding. Each One, Bring One. A little bit of humor, Sprinkled with a pinch of laughter and concern, Can help lighten the load of a discouraged heart. Each One, Bring One. A small act of human-kindness, When given unselfishly, with sincerity, Can be that spark which convinces one to continue the journey. Each One, Be the One, to Bring One. Ermyn Roberts Beta Chapter
New York City High in the Sky
During my last visit to New York City I realized thatI never stopped to see that the majority of its residents are very kind with deep thoughts on their minds.
I stayed a block from the New World Center, Sacred ground it is -you can’t help but feel the vibe, that changed our way of life forever that brought our whole nation to its knees with an empathy that cannot be described.
I went on a tour to pay my respects. Was nervous at first, thinking of our sad past in retrospect. I was joyfully surprised to find my fearful thoughts were for naught for they wereswept out of my head as I took in the panoramic beauty of New York City. I noticed that most of the employees wereyoung and were relaxed, not nervous or fearful, or in a tizzy They were upbeat and very busy.
As I took in the aerial view I realized that the Cityhas had more great days than bad. With great food, Broadway shows, and shopping, And with that, who can be sad?
New Yorkers keep the city alive with love, hope, understanding, and growth. They don’t let the craziness ofa few stop their desire to make their city a wonder to view. Theirdeterminationallows them to build and rebuild and keep their city’s pulse beat fulfilled
Peace and hope is the message I see. Thank You New York City!
Dr. Ellen Sistare Delta Chapter
I’ll cherish the memories From over the years- The LAUGHTER The HORSES And SHARING our fears.
I’ll remember your courage And how it affected your life- The ARMY That JUMP And the childhood speech impediment That no one would recognize.
I will keep your vision In my heart always- The FAMILY The LAND And making it BIG someday.
I will never forget you How could I, you see- My UNCLE MELVIN My FELLOW SCORPION Has ALWAYS been dear to me.
Ronnelle Turner Donahue Delta Chapter
Reflections: DKG, My New Family By Mrs. Ronnelle Turner Donahue DKG Nu State, Delta Chapter Member since May 2017
Blood brothers I have none Blood sisters Zero is the sum. Work Church Extended family And friends, Somehow Through it all Still on the outside Looking in. That’s fine with me I like it like that Drama free And that’s a fact. Then one day I make a friend One invitation No longer looking in. Fellowship Networking Outreach And more Experience Best Practices Educators to the core! I visit the home of a new colleague Two more have come to my school Soon, my educator sisters will come to my house Why? To analyze test scores! I love my DKG family More than they will ever know They are key women educators Leading the way for others to grow. I know my mother watches over me She was a strong educator too! Creative Intelligent And caring Wow! That sounds like you!! DKG An organization A sisterhood For one to learn and grow Professionally Personally Now on the inside looking out DKG Nu State, I love you so!