The Dashiki

As a young teacher, in the early 70’s, I had a very colourful dashiki that I wore of a day. My car was in the shop & my parents picked me up after school. As I neared the car, Miss Addie asked me why my top was inside out. I had no clue. So, the next day, I quiz my babies (Grades 10-12) as to why they failed to mention it. To a class, they said, “Mrs. Niles, we didn’t want to embarrass you.” Don’t EVER tell me that urban kids aren’t kind, sensitive, caring and loving. Mine certainly were. That is the kind of memory that truly warms my heart as I look back over 45 years.