The most recent care package for the Rose Kindergarten had a Spring puppetry focus. In a Waldorf Kindergarten, puppetry is an integral part of the curriculum. The children see the teachers present a puppet play and then during play time use the same material for their own stories. Sometimes they recreate the story the teacher told, but often they create their own stories using the puppets they saw the teacher use.
During a zoom call, Mrs. Maschal did a puppet play of the story The Butterfly using the same puppets that the children would soon receive in their care package.
Along with the puppets, the children also received wool for making other puppets. Instructional videos were created for the parents so that they could assist their children in the creation of puppets. Parents also received a copy of the story on their google classroom so they could read (or tell) the story to their children— in Kindergarten, the same story is repeated several times.
Puppetry before the buildings were shut
Adapted by Mary Maschal From Wynstones Spring Book
The sun was shining one Spring day, but inside the bush where a green caterpillar was nibbling it was dark enough. He had not long been out of the egg and thought his bush was the wide world, with nothing beyond. He was quite content to crawl about and munch bits of the crisp, juicy leaf. So imagine his astonishment when one day, having climbed to the very end of the branch, he looked out into glorious brightness and saw a garden spread out before him where flowers of every hue raised themselves to the light. There were daffodils and a stately lily not yet fully unfolded. All were being bathed by soft sunshine and a ladybird resting on a nearby twig seemed filled with its fire.
“Who are you?” asked the ladybird, “I have not seen you before. Have you wings or are you a worm?” - “I do not know who I am,” replied the caterpillar, “but I have no wings. And without wings how shall I ever know where the light comes from? Do worms change?” - “The light comes from Sun, the King, and I and my children belong to the King’s household. We serve his servants and I’ll ask them about it for you. Now I must go home but I will come again.”
Unwilling to flaunt her wings before the lowly worm, the ladybird ran along the bush until she was out of sight and only then rose into the air. The creatures were not all so kindly, and an important looking beetle laughed into his face: “You fly? A worm with wings! Humphh!” And the cross old thing hurried off to a party, for he did not want to be late, though I am sure he was not in a party mood.
The caterpillar pondered over what he had heard about the Sun King. And next morning, directly after it was light, he arched up his back and hurried off to the edge of the bush. He gazed long at the wonders of the dawn, then he bent his head. When next he opened his eyes, he beheld a friendly young daisy springing from the grass below (I will tell you something: she had a heart of gold). They became friends, and chatted about this and that. The daisy also asked him who he was and, when he looked puzzled, she said: “None of us can move like you can. Not even the lily, who is so wise. We are fixed to the earth and just tiptoe as near as we can to the sun. But there are blossoms,” she told him, “who are free from the earth, and fly into the sunshine. My parents told me that such winged ones visit the flowers and bring us messages from the King’s household. How I long for one to come to me!”
Such happy times the caterpillar and the daisy spent together but when he was alone, the caterpillar often asked himself who he could be. “I am not fixed to the earth, and I cannot fly, yet the light has filled me too. Can I only be a worm?”
Then came a cold, sad day when no sunshine filled the world. The daffodils drooped, the lilies stood alone and aloof, the primroses shivered. The green caterpillar hastened to comfort his friend, but to his immense sorrow, he could not waken her, though he called her name many times. “Day’s Eye, Day’s Eye!” Her eyes remained tightly closed in the chill world.
Sad and still, the caterpillar waited on the branch, where first he had met the ladybird. He was too unhappy to nibble. “If only I could spin light as the spider spins her thread. I would bring it to her and she would waken.” A friendly voice by his side said “I bring you gifts from the King,” and the sun messenger took from under its wing a dark cloak. “Take this and creep inside.” And from under the other wing took a golden spinning wheel, “Spin light,” the messenger said.
With joy the caterpillar took the gifts. He crept bravely into the dark cloak, though it shut him away from all he knew. He grasped the spinning wheel and spun with all his strength until he fell asleep.
He slept for a long while until he was awakened by a voice that sang:
Waken sleeping butterfly,
Burst your narrow prison,
Spread your golden wings and fly For the Sun has risen.
He burst through the dark cloak and rose, a radiant butterfly! One look at the rising sun, and he flew to the daisy. Although he was so changed, she knew him at once. How did she know?
I told you she had a heart of gold.