Marcia Norwood, AMERICA'S STORYTELLER
Telling Untold Stories in Photographs, Prose and Public Speaking
I'm a mother, grandmother and teacher who has marinated herself in children for almost 40 years. One of my favorite things to do is interview children...sort of like Art Linkletter and Bill Cosby did on their television shows.
It's lots of fun, but it also very important for me to have conversations with my own children and my Kindergarten and Preschool students about the secular and spiritual parts of holiday celebrations. I do as much LISTENING as I do talking.
Here are some of my insightful and hilarious interviews with 4 and 5 year old students from my 2007 class. We talked about THE FUN EASTER and THE REAL EASTER.
Bunny Tales
By Mrs. Norwood’s Kids
Easter 2007
Alyssa
The Easter Bunny is a boy.
He weighs about 50 pounds
and he’s way taller than me.
He is a little blue and a little white.
He lives up where Jesus lives.
He flies to get to all the children.
He knocks on our door
and we have to get out of there.
We have a key to our lock.
I don’t know how he gets our key.
He brings Easter Bunny eggs.
Londyn
The Easter Bunny is a girl.
She is white and weighs 35 pounds.
She wears a Easter Bunny costume.
She has black and white eyes.
She lives in the grass in a hole
by the lily pad in Blue Springs.
One night she grabbed a car,
and she didn’t know which way to go.
She looked on “The List” for my house.
She has a key to my house.
We always have keys,
but the Easter Bunny bought a key to my house.
She comes in the door: “Hop! Hop! Hop!”
Conner
The Easter Bunny wears a bunny suit.
He’s a boy.
He is white with pink ears.
Maybe he’s like 12 feet tall, and 50 pounds.
What does he eat?
Hmmmm…. I don’t really know.
They hop around with eggs.
Maybe he lives in a deep hole or nest in Oak Grove by my Old Papa.
He uses the chimney (like Santa)
to get into my house.
He gives eggs to us.
That’s all.
Jordan
The Easter Bunny is a girl.
Her name is Ella.
She wears a pink dress and delivers Easter eggs.
She gets in from the front door that is unlocked.
She has a Daddy and Momma.
She is five.
She leaves Easter eggs.
Sometimes I wish the Easter Bunny lives at my house.
She eats lettuce.
I used to have a real bunny.
Sydney
The Easter Bunny is a boy.
He gives Easter toys and a fake egg.
He lives at his house in a big tree in the country.
He wears just fur and a red and blue bow.
He eats carrots because bunnies like them.
The Easter Bunny comes down the chimney.
He brings me a kite.
I give him cookie letters.
Carson
The Easter Bunny is 3 feet tall.
He weighs 60 hundred pounds.
He’s a boy and he is purple and white.
He wears Easter Bunny clothes.
He stays at my house all year and sleeps with me.
He snores like this: “zzzssszzz.”
He goes through my chimney to get in.
He brings lots . . . lots . . . lots of candy . . . 160 thousand candies!
Ivan
The Easter Bunny is big . . . about 12 inches tall.
He is white and he wears a red, blue and green hat.
He lives in a hole in New York City.
I think he gets to our houses by airplane.
He brings one toy and some candy.
He comes in the door.
I don’t know how he gets in . . . maybe the chimney:
‘cause everything’s locked.
Tatum
The Easter Bunny is a girl.
She is gray.
She wears silver pants and a pink shirt.
She lives outside in Kansas.
She bunny hops to my house . . . it’s not far.
She hops in the downstairs window.
We leave the window open.
She does the bunny hop every single day!
Brittany
The Easter Bunny is a girl.
She wears green pants and a pink shirt.
She hops.
She comes in the open door at my house.
I don’t know where she lives.
She gives me candy.
Conrad
The Easter Bunny is a boy.
He is pink and he doesn’t wear clothes.
He is think about 40 pounds and like 60 tall.
He lives in cave.
He snaps his fingers to get to people’s houses.
Then he snaps fingers again to get inside.
Only the Easter Bunny and Santa can do it.
He gives me a chocolate bunny from last year.
He lays out jelly beans from each room
and on the kitchen table.
I know about the REAL Easter.
It’s when Jesus died on the cross.
The people banged and banged on him.
He rose again.
That’s the REAL Easter.
Here's a song by Kirk Franklin about the REAL Easter: BEHOLD THE LAMB.
BEHOLD THE LAMB
By Kirk Franklin
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XRdWEa2D2WQ&feature=player_embedded
THANKS FOR STOPPING BY!
Marcia
