Vasco, Pizarro, Leonardo, Marco, Martin and John

I best get on with this 6 week review now that we’ve finished our 8th week of school. I’ll begin with our journeys through British, American and World History. This is our third year reading Our Island Story by H.E. Marshall.  (Yay, Kara Shallenberg!) At the end of our 2nd year, Henry Tudor had finally put an end to that nasty ol’ War of the Roses. In these 6 weeks we’ve read about the antics of jolly ol’ Henry VIII “Defender of the Faith.” Wonder what the Pope thought about giving Henry that title after Henry skedaddled out from under the Pope’s control so that he could be rid of Katherine and get Anne of a 1000 days? We read about the poor boy King Edward and the very, very sad fate of innocent Lady Jane Grey. Currently in our story Mary is being bloody and Elizabeth is Continue reading

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Math Wars

Before I continue with the beautiful and glowing reports of our History, Geography, Literature readings and Art and Music studies as promised in the last post, I’m going to share the hardest battle we’ve have this school term. (Funny that one might call it the “fall term” and autumn just began today.) Math, math, math. Multiplication facts! Argh!

When James was around 2 or 3 he was recognizing shapes and their names and did great with patterns and sequences. I thought I had a math genius on my hands and that he had inherited Uncle Mike’s gift. We started the 1st level of formal math when he was 5. Math-U-See is the curriculum we use and their Alpha book might be considered 1st grade level.  James did pretty well with this. We enjoy the DVDs and letting Mr. Demme teach us each new lesson and concept. We worked slowly through the book and finished it in a year and a half. This put James at 6 months ahead of his “grade level.” I was cool with that. The walls we hit at that time were Continue reading

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I’m back and a Six Week Report

I thought I would get back in the saddle here by posting a report about our first six weeks of “third grade.” We’ve done lots of reading and learning. Our new thing this year was adding Science, while continuing Nature Study that we’ve been doing since the beginning of time. We chose Physics and are working through the lessons from Noeo Science Physics I. Many in my circle of educational philosophy would say it was too soon for formal Science, but I decided James was ready for it. There is no textbook for this curriculum, but a series of books and bios to read and experiments to do. James loves the experiment part, of course. We have learned about forces, gravity, friction, laws of motion, resistance, light, shadows, colors, the spectrum. I did not know that the primary colors of light were red, yellow and GREEN. Did you? Didn’t know there were any other primaries but the ones they taught us in school. And when it comes to paint, you don’t have yellow, blue, and red. You have yellow, cyan and magenta. Cool, eh?

We have continued to learn cursive using the Getty-Dubay Italics method. And we have begun to do our Copywork (copying beautiful sentences and passages from our readings) in cursive. We are ever so gently working our way through Spelling Wisdom from Simply Charlotte Mason and doing no more than one lesson a week from Simply Grammar. We’re just trying to get a handle on those two parts of a sentence and those 8 or 9 (depending on who you’re talking to) parts of speech. The most excitement I see from James when it comes to our “language arts” studies is with English from the Roots Up. He gets a kick out of remembering the pronunciation and meanings and then remembering English words from those roots and making up his own words. Do you know what “telephobia” is? Don’t bother googling it because they got it wrong. James’ definition is better.

Now that I’ve confessed to my Ambleside friends that I’ve gone beyond and started formal science, grammar, and spelling/dictation before the proper time, let me share what we have read from the suggestions at Ambleside Online. For Literature we are reading four William Blake poems a week and memorizing “Spring.”  Blake has not been our favorite poet. We are thoroughly enjoying The Princess and the Goblin. As with most stories of this type, James likes to figure out what is going to happen next. My favorite line so far is from Chapter 15 where the great-great-great…grandmother (who is “older than you are able to think”) tells Princess Irene, “it is so silly of people to fancy that old age means crookedness and witheredness and feebleness and sticks and spectacles and rheumatism and forgetfulness! It is so silly! Old age has nothing whatever to do with all that. The right old age means strength and beauty and mirth and courage and clear eyes and strong painless limbs.” Isn’t that great? That’s the kind of old lady I want to be. Strength…mirth…courage…clear eyes. James says his favorite character from the book is Curdie. “Do you know any boy as brave as that? And he wants to work extra hours to buy his mom a red petticoat! What boy would do that?” (I didn’t even remember the red petticoat deal until James mentioned it. It must have made an impression on him — a boy working longer just to buy something for his mom.)

We have also read the stories of Paul Bunyan and Pecos Bill from American Tall Tales. I probably don’t need to tell you that those tales are quite entertaining to an 8 year old boy and not too hard for him to do his narration of them. We have followed the life and times of Perseus in The Heroes and we’re anxious to find out if the prophecy given to Perseus’ grandfather comes to pass. We continue to read Parables from Nature which we began two years ago. In this 6 week period we learned that you ought to purr when you’re pleased and that one should not just look only at the bad on earth, but see the good too. James tells me that he doesn’t want to just see the good because he doesn’t want to forget the bad because he wants to change the bad. We have continued on the journey with Christian and now his friend Faithful in Pilgrim’s Progress. We made it halfway through last year and will hopefully see Christian into the Celestial City by next spring. James likes the way that characters and places are called by exactly what they are. He gets very excited every week when it’s Pilg Prog day and is disappointed when the reading is over because they are so short. We are reading from the original version and James has had no problem following the old language. We read “The Merchant of Venice” from Tales from Shakespeare. This is the 13th play of Shakespeare that we have read about since beginning two years ago. We love reading these stories and by now, of course, many of the plots are becoming predictable. Women disguised as men, shipwrecks and bodies washed up on shore, and romantic entanglements and twists and mistaken identities. Our method of keeping all the people and plottings untwisted is to draw stick figures and maps and draw arrows to who goes to who and where. We’ve also enjoyed watching BBC’s Animated Shakespeare of any of the plays that we have read.

I’ll finish there for this post. I’ll continue in the next with our History and Geography readings, as well as our art and music studies. It’s been a good year so far and I for one am looking forward to all that I have to learn in Third Grade.

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Still here

We’ve been traveling and traveling. We are home now. And that is a good thing. At some point I’ll post some pics and commentary of places that we’ve visited on our journeys. Right now I’m settling back into home life and planning and ordering materials for our next school year. Here’s a few pics of sunsets back at the home that I love, as well as the sweetest boy in the world that I love even more.

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Going underground

We visited this cave which included an underground lake earlier this month. As soon as we entered, James kept saying, “This is cool. This is so cool.” (and he didn’t mean the temp which was about 57 degrees) We learned a few interesting things along the way, one of which was that Confederate soldiers had mined the cave for saltpeter to make gunpowder. “Indian” artifacts had been found in there. I took one picture thinking it was genuine writing on the wall from centuries ago, only to find out it was graffiti from the 1990’s 🙂 It would be nice to go on such a tour and be able to ask tons of questions. I knew it wasn’t going to be the kind of tour our family likes when the guide says after the first stop where he had explained some feature, “Any questions? No? Good. This is the kind of tour group I like.” Later he referred to “commercial tours” and I wondered if there was such a thing as a non-commercial tour that we could join. Our guide was full of jokes and one-liners and it occurred to me that most people (at least those in this group of 50 or so) were really interested in saying ooh and awe and being entertained.

Here is my Caveboy

[To follow here will be pictures I took on the tour of the caverns and on our boatride on the lake. Captions to be provided by the head of our Science Dept. at Pelham House.]

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Movies and the real world

We watched The Patriot tonight. Certainly an intense and bloody movie that mom had to turn her head away from a time or two. Very sad. In one scene Gabriel, the oldest son of Benjamin Martin (the Mel Gibson character), steps into a church to ask for men to sign up to fight. The preacher is offended the minute the young man has entered and lets him know this is a house of God. Through the influence of a very pretty young lady who is sweet on Gabriel, the congregation eventually comes around and men begin to stand and say they will join. The music builds as each man stands. I decide to say at that moment, “You know, James, in the real world when you decide to take a stand for something there is no majestic music playing in the background.” There is no music to inspire and embolden. You often stand alone and in silence.

The last scene in the movie is at the Martins home place where the beginnings of reconstruction of their house (burned by the Redcoats early in the film) has been begun by their friends. All seems right with the world. The war has been won and freedom reigns. But that wasn’t the end for our family. Jack said, “That’s the problem with movies. They make like everything is wonderful in the end. No thought of the two sons that were killed. The son’s wife and her family burned with the whole village in the church. All the other family and friends that had been killed. All this killing because of King George. And why was there a King George? Because people had been putting up with his tyranny for years and the tyranny of the one before him. And he has all these possession that his dad stole from the people before him and…” Then James takes off from there with all that he has learned from our studies of history. The point being that we have wars and homes are destroyed and families slaughtered because people will put up with tyrants. And so the senselessness continues today.

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Happy

This song makes me happy. “Don’t worry that it’s not good enough for anyone else to hear. Just sing…Sing a song.”

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The Voice

Woke up thinking about this song this morning. Always feel sad about Karen Carpenter and what a loss to the vocal world when she died. But then again, thanks to recordings, her voice isn’t too far away. I was just 21 when she died and now I’m nearing 50. So long ago. She was just too young to die. This is one of those sad and beautiful songs at which she was so brilliant. Maybe when I get to heaven, God will allow this voice to come out of me. But there won’t be any sad songs there, right? Just beautiful ones.

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Cool sunset…

….don’t you think?

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June 23, 2001 – My own apron

This is installment two of remembrances of 10 years ago. Here is exciting installment one. On this day 10 years ago Jack had his first visit to my family’s farm about 70 miles from the big city. We drove out there with two other friends to spend a peaceful Saturday away from the hustle and bustle. On the drive over and up I learned some surprising things about my friend Jack. The subject of The Beverly Hillbillies came up and I was a bit embarrassed thinking that Jack was too high-brow to know The BHs. However, he was quite familiar with them, even knowing the minor character of Cousin Pearl! And then The Muppet Movie made it’s way into the conversation and Jack said it was one of his favorites and my heart went tippy-tippy because the movie holds special memories for me of my brother James who had passed away 3 years before this. I was learning that what I had thought was this high-falutin’ classical singing man was actually a normal guy. Although we had grown up in very different parts of the country, we had common memories.

At the farm we enjoyed visiting with family, singing with family, and then walking around the farm on a beautiful summer day. On the way down to the creek I impulsively reached down and picked a daisy and handed it to my friend and sang, “I’ll give you a daisy a day, dear.” And thus it has become known as our “daisy” day.

On the drive back to the urban jungle, Jack said he could see why family was special to me. He also commented  that he did not think I needed to “cut the apron strings” (as I had been told by people that thought I was too connected to my family), but that what I did need was my own apron. My friend had a vision that I would be married and have my own family. He just didn’t know it would be him —- yet.

Yesterday, on a long drive away from our current urban jungle, Jack took this picture of a field of daisies, not connecting that it was the 10th anniversary of our “daisy day.”  This particular area was covered with them. This was a very, very small portion.

In case you’re not familiar with the song….

Sorry, I don’t have a picture of me in an apron, but in the spirit of what Jack meant that day, metaphorically speaking, here it is.

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