- It needs to be said
- September 18th, 2009
I wish to speak tonight of the kids who were at the Metalsmiths' Symposium this past weekend.
There was a young man there whose mother later told me he didn't want to be there at all -- he was there because his family was there, and not entirely happy about it. On Saturday morning, he approached me and asked if he could take my dog for a walk. I agreed. I checked in with him several times, and he never wanted to give the dog back. He played with her from 11 in the morning until just about dinner time. And when he tied her up for me, he left her with a bowl of water. Played with her again on Sunday morning. Made the entire event easier for my husband and me, and for the dog -- and for at least one other dog owner on site, to my certain knowledge. I thanked him with a couple of the beads I made. I was amazed that his mom thanked ME for letting him play with the dog -- her son did me a great service.
Some of the kids took classes. Some played. Some tried their hands at beadmaking, or faience, or wire weaving, or enameling, or the other skills being taught. If any of them got out of line, they did so out of my sight and hearing.
During the feast on Saturday night, the great majority of the servers were under 18. I'd estimate the age range as between 7 and 14 or 15. They carried trays, served, ran back and forth for seconds of things, and cleared the serving dishes when dinner was done. They were quick and courteous and funny, and they were everything that's RIGHT about the kids who play our game.