Constructive Nostalgia

“We all know that something is eternal. And it ain’t houses and it ain’t names, and it ain’t earth, and it ain’t even the stars . . . ”

This past week, the high schoolers put on their own version of what is, perhaps, my favorite play (if you don’t count the musical Les Mis).  It’s called “Our Town,” and it has just the right balance of hope and tragedy, humor and gravity.


The message, if you’re into that sort of thing, is that while things do not last – that even moments do not last – our appreciation of them gives them significance.  So much so, that even the most mundane parts of our lives are so full of meaning that if we only stopped to wonder, everything would have beauty.

Not just sunsets and stars, but piles of dishes and smoke in chimneys, glasses full of milk and the mere fact of sleeping and waking up.  “Our Town” is a play that makes you nostalgic not just to make you sad, but to remind you why the present means so much.

And our students brought it to life beautifully.


4 thoughts on “Constructive Nostalgia

  1. I remember when our daughter was in the 8th grade and played Emily in Our Town. It was a little unnerving when she ‘died’! Your costumes are wonderful, and I’m sure they did a great job.

  2. It was very well done. I do agree with you Alan T. but not with the glasses of milk. I think I will be scared for a while.


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