Last Friday was our daughter’s last day at Hans Christian Anderson Montessori School (HCAMS). I wrote about the Montessori Method several years ago. I’m not an expert on education. I leave the debate about methods, testing, and other issues to others. I do know that the majority of the property taxes that we pay in East Hartford, South Windsor, and Lynn (MA) (through the business); and in Bolton (where we live) go towards education. A lot of our state income tax payments also fund education. I assume that there are inefficiencies because government and bureaucracy are part of the equation.
We are fortunate that over the last six years, we have been able to pay tuition and send our children to private Montessori school for their pre-kindergarten and kindergarten years. From what I’ve read, and from my own experiences, I know that education in these formative years is an incredible difference maker. We are fortunate that this school is less than a mile from our house, has a strong standing in the community, and a great history. Debbie has served on the board for more than five years. She has been a dedicated member and a wonderful volunteer. She and her fellow board members have done such good work.
At last Friday’s end of year picnic and graduation ceremony, I was feeling emotional about the years that we have been directly involved. As long as we live in Bolton, we will see the school every day, but with our daughter joining our son at Bolton Center School for their remaining elementary and middle-school years, the Montessori experience is now history. I highly recommend this method of teaching and learning. A big thanks goes out to all the teachers and administrators who have made the HCAMS experience so wonderful for our children over the last six years.
Our last day ended with a fun show by Magician Matias, who came all the way from New York to entertain us. Debbie did the research, found him, and booked him. I laughed as much as the children. He was great. I alway thought graduation ceremonies for “little ones” were silly, but I’m a convert. If you saw the smiles on the three children that wrapped up their HCAMS years, you would smile too.