I carved. And carved. And carved 'till there was nothing left but a pile of soap shavings.
I got an "F" for the project.
My aunt, who was a national award winning photographer and artist in the 1960's, (and who is to this day an accomplished and respected artist) marched up to the school and gave the teacher the what for about giving me a failing grade for an assignment that involved a bar of Ivory soap.
This photo of Willow's carved ivory elephant reminded me of that part of my childhood. I couldn't help but think that whoever whittled that elephant might, just might, have been a young student, who couldn't quite get it right, or perhaps just a crazed artist!