It's hard not to feel nostalgic about blackboards in this age of interactive whiteboards and digital projectors. There is something about the matt surface, the bright chalked lines and the endless dust that feels so warm and homely. I'm sure it reminds most of us of a certain age, of being young and carefree in our school days. Have you ever seen the Iranian film Blackboards wherein Kurdish teachers trek up into the hills to find students to teach, large blackboards strapped to their backs? I like to see pictures of Waldorf classrooms where they still use blackboards and the teachers evidently spend much time writing and illustrating the lessons using their board.
So a while ago I found a couple of old MDF boards in my stash and, as there aint a great deal of oil painting going around here right now (my former use for these boards), I thought blackboard, I thought noticeboard.
Well that was some time ago before the sickness set in and lethargy reined. Then Grandaddy Boo arrived and all manner of practical projects which involve wielding a drill or screwdriver can be easily achieved. So here we have Boo's blackboard, a simple MDF board painted with blackboard paint, complete with its own dinky little chalk tray constructed by Grandad.
Here too, on the other side of Boo's play area, is a new noticeboard, constructed from an MDF base, covered with cork tiles and with some fabric stretched over it.
Can you spot the wee one just around the corner in this pic?
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