Archive for June, 2006

A Girl, a Book, and a Camera

June 23, 2006 @ 4:53 am | Filed under:

Yesterday I mentioned how much my kids like the Usborne Science Activities books. This morning I was uploading some baby pictures off the camera and found a bunch of photos that Rose had taken a day or two ago. I forgot I’d turned her loose with the camera. I’d been nursing the baby when the girls asked if they could do an experiment from the Usborne book. Here’s Rose’s view of the moment.

Experiment

Ice

Wrap

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A Considered Opinion

June 22, 2006 @ 4:09 pm | Filed under:

The children were eating dinner: pasta with pesto, peas, parmesan, and (to spoil the alliteration) bacon.

“Mmmm,” Beanie said, inhaling deeply. “It smells so good.”

“Sure does,” Jane agreed. “It smells like heaven.”

Beanie’s eyebrows rose. “Heaven smells like bacon?”

“Hmm, you’re right,” Jane amended, “that can’t be it. I bet heaven smells like…like ice cream!”

Treasure in the Template

June 22, 2006 @ 9:17 am | Filed under:

So over at The Lilting House I mentioned that I’d been reluctant to join in Loni‘s “Where I’m From” poetry project, but I went ahead and did it because I think Loni’s great and she was hoping her fellow ClubMom bloggers would join in. I was reluctant because I dislike scripted creative writing exercises. I always have. And this kind in particular—writing a poem by following a template modeled after someone else’s real poem—really rubs me the wrong way.

Is it a real poem when you’re plugging your own images into someone else’s work? I suppose one could argue that many poetic forms are templates of a sort: one must conform to quite specific rules when writing a sonnet or a sestina. Indeed, the rigidity of the form is part of the point; the challenge of wrestling original thought and arresting language into fourteen rhymed lines of iambic pentameter forces the poet to make each word, each syllable tell. Free verse can be powerful (witness Whitman and Ginsberg), but it can also be rambling and narcissitic and dull. Fragmented sentences with arty line breaks do not equal poetry.

So I went into the “Where I’m From” exercise with a chip on my shoulder. And while I did feel constrained by the template—scrupulosity about sticking to its “rules” required me to focus more on sense-memory and image than on language—I felt swept away by it as well. What a host of sharp and evocative images rushed over me as I sought to fill in the Mad-Libs blanks of the template! Having captured them, I’d like to use them in poems of my own crafting. But I might not have captured them, ever, if I hadn’t decided to be a sport and play the game.

But. There is magic in this exercise and it goes far beyond me and my own little flashes of memory. Far beyond. Read a dozen of the entries in Loni’s contest, and you’re seeing sketches of a dozen different lives. Because we’re all following the same rules, a certain kind of judgment isn’t possible or necessary: the value of these poems is in the portraits they present. I’m reminded of a quote in Betty Edwards’s Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain: a beginning art student describes the change in her perceptions after she learned how to draw faces. Suddenly, she said, every face looked beautiful to her.

These are beautiful faces: these people sketching scenes from their youth in a few plainspoken words.

For me, the template became a conduit for gifts. First my Jane wanted to try it out, then my little Rose. I got confirmation that the things I write about here really are true: Jane said she was from “paper, from Prismacolor and clay,” from “mealtime read-alouds” and “Daddy’s swimming lessons.” I didn’t coach her. She really does seem to feel rooted to “the bonny glen.” Rose made me laugh—and wince a little—when she was trying out phrases to fit in the “things you were told as a child” blanks. She experimented with and discarded “Don’t hit your sister” but kept “Hurry up!” and “Giiiirrrrr-rrrllllls,” mimicking the way I holler for them to come downstairs. (She had to ask me how to make it look the way it sounds.)

Rose also wrote:

“I am from the pond full of geese.
I am from the oregano, the blueberry.”

The kids are always nibbling on bits of herb leaves from our flowerbeds, but I wouldn’t have known that Rose felt any particular connection to the oregano. Turns out she loves its spicyness, how it burns her tongue a little when she chews a leaf, and this sharp sensation is one of the details that leapt to her mind when she thought about what home is.

In the hands of someone you love, the “Where I’m From” template becomes a treasure for you. Really I’m overwhelmed by the riches I have reaped from this exercise, because my daddy, faithful reader of my blogs that he is, gave me one of the best presents I have ever received. He took my hint at The Lilting House and wrote his own “Where I’m From.” It took my breath away: so many snippets I only faintly remembered hearing about, and so many others I would never have known! As he poured himself into it, it turned into a love poem to my mother. I ask you, how blessed am I—how blessed are my sisters and our children—to have this treasure? That chip on my shoulder has been firmly knocked off. Go ask your own parents to do this for you. You do it for your own children, or the nephews and nieces who love you. Seriously. A self-portrait is an immeasurable gift.

I asked my dad for permission, and he said I could share his poem with you. Thanks again, Daddy. You are the best.

Where I’m From
by M.A.B.

I am from 45’s & LP’s,
from Friday night band trips,
RC Cola & Moon Pies.

I am from a dirt road lined with cotton fields,
where most of the families had the same last name.
From…ugh!…leeches in a muddy creek
and, it turned out, on my brother’s…mind,
for days. Poor Mike.
I am from Buzz cuts, flip flops, and
oh-help-me-please-the-sunburn-hurts-so-BAD.

I am from a fondness
for chocolate syrup and biscuits,
From Edmond Coolidge
(a.k.a. take your pick: Ed/Cool/E.C./Easy) Brannon,
and Effie Edna Steele, whose nickname(s), if any,
I can no longer recall.
I am from volatile flares of temper
and even more overwhelming outbursts of love.
From an Indian bride for a multi-great-grandfather,
and my family’s trip to England
to shop for a baby sister.

I am, though I often try to ignore it,
from small Baptist churches in the middle of
–not “no-where”
–but “KNOW-where”
filled with people who KNEW
what church was all about.
I am from and of prayer,
with a granddaughter who is living proof
of the power of it.
With grandchildren for whom I can
and do use it over and over again everyday.

I’m from the now mostly forgotten
Free State of Winston,
and its rebels against a cause.
From hand-cranked ice cream and
big pots of fresh peach cobbler pie.

From a Papa Charlie
who could heal warts by rubbing them.
From a front yard butcher shop,
“prepping” a rooster for Sunday dinner
and watching him do his
headless horseman dance;
from my unsure
and apparently
unskilled hands
drawing complaining looks
from a four-legged milk dispenser.
Poor Bossie.

I am from a family Bible
and a folded American flag,
now passed on to siblings.
From family albums with pictures
of once war-torn countries
on the cover.
From boxes upon boxes
of those little windows into the past:
from black & white slides
and small Polaroids,
to thousands of paper & now
electronic images.

I am from three little girls,
(though not so little now & with loves of their own)
posing in front of a wicker plant stand at Easter,
every Easter, it seems:
my Missy, my Merry, my Molly.
And, prior to this,
I am from a pastor’s living room
and a couple of inexpensive gold bands
on the hands of two kids going…somewhere…
we didn’t know where,
but by God we were (and still are)
going there together.
I love you, Diane.

Someone please pass me the tissues. He sent more, too, a whole other page of I-am-froms that didn’t fit in the template. Can I just say, Dad, that I am really, really glad that rifle missed you when it went off unexpectedly? How did I not know that story before?

Play With Me

June 22, 2006 @ 7:09 am | Filed under:

I have a big post up at The Lilting House today about our favorite games, puzzles, websites, and other fun educational stuff. Suggestions are welcome—help me add to the list!

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Feedburner Issues

June 22, 2006 @ 7:00 am | Filed under:

Apologies to my Bloglines subscribers for all the previously published posts that keep showing up in your accounts. Sounds like a lot of us are having the same problem. Seems to be a Feedburner problem. I hope it’s resolved soon. Argh.

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It’s All Fun and Games: Curriculum for Unschoolers?

The Curriculum Series, Part 3
Part 1: Live and Learn.
Part 2: First How, Then What.

(Attention non-homeschoolers: big long list of Fun Stuff below! Scroll down to below the Dali painting.)

I’ve been hearing from a lot of people who took the “What kind of homeschooler are you?” quiz and came up as unschoolers, much to their surprise. It seems many of us recognize those muddy children in the first question as our own, and our families do a lot of experiential learning. To learn about Native Americans, we might try our hand at grinding corn to make our bread. Our dining-room tables are buried under “3 marbles, 2 dominoes, 5 Scrabble tiles, a 1/2-eaten jelly sandwich, 1 basket of unfolded clean laundry, 4 broken crayons, 3 markers (1 without a cap), a can of fish food, 2 screwdrivers, and a hammer.” When Life interrupts our plans with a sick relative or a cross-country move, we scrap the plans and learn what the roller coaster has to teach us.

Home education is a lifestyle as much as it is a school choice. Its rhythms and possibilities are so utterly unlike institutional education that it sometimes takes us a while, as homeschooling parents, to shake off the years of training that told us “education” was answering enough questions correctly on enough tests to earn us the grades that satisfied our parents and teachers. Whether or not we would remember the answers to those questions a year later seemed to be beside the point.

But once we do shake off that notion, we discover that there are a lot of other notions out there about what a good education is and how best to achieve it. And here we are back at the how.

Let’s look at some of the different answers to how and talk in very practical, specific terms about what stuff you can use if you want to educate your kids according to a particular how or method.

First up: Unschooling.

1086553091_cksbmgd384“Melting clocks are not a problem in your reality. You are an unschooler. You will tolerate a textbook, but only as a last resort. Mud is your friend. You prefer hands-on everything. If your school had an anthem, it would be Dont Worry, Be Happy.” (From Guilt-Free Homeschooling’s What Kind of Homeschooler Are You quiz.)

I’m laughing here, because the rest of this post has a completely oxymoronic premise. “Hi, I’m talking about curriculum! Let’s start with unschooling!” And unschooling is about learning through following your interests, not following a predetermined sequence of skill-building exercises and fact memorization. Unschoolers don’t try to recreate school at home, so who needs curriculum?

But I think of curriculum—all those books and schedules and lists and kits and guides and videos—as tools. Just because I have a good tool set, that doesn’t mean I’m a carpenter. I might just be a person who likes to make stuff, in which case a good hammer and saw come in handy.

So what are some of the tools a household of unschoolers might use? Besides the obvious, I mean, the good books, the art supplies, the kitchen, the garden, pretty much the whole wide world. Here is a list of Some Particularly Cool Stuff My Kids and I Have Learned a Ton From or Just Plain Had a Good Time With:

Settlers of Catan, the board game. Jane got this for Christmas last year. We’ve been obsessed ever since. Except when our friends hijack it and keep it for weeks because it is that great a game.

Signing Time DVDs. Catchy songs, immensely useful vocabulary in American Sign Language. I trumpet these wherever I go. We talk about Rachel like she’s one of the family.

Prismacolor colored pencils. Indispensable. I was amused to see that Jane mentioned them in the first line of her “I Am From” poem. She’s right; they have helped color the picture of her life.

Uncle Josh’s Outline Map CD-Rom. Because maps are cool, and maps you can color (with Prismacolor pencils, hey!) are even cooler. The kids are constantly asking me to print out a map of somewhere or other. You can find other outline maps available online (for free), but I like Josh’s for clarity. And once when I had a problem opening a particular map (it’s a PDF file), I called the help number and it was Uncle Josh himself, a most amiable gentleman, who quickly solved my problem.

The Global Puzzle. Big! Very big! Will take over your dinner table! (So clear off that laundry.)

Set. It may annoy you that your eight-year-old will be quicker at spotting the patterns in this card game than you will. There’s a free daily online version as well.

Quiddler. Like Scrabble, only with cards. This, too, can be played online.

Babble. Like Boggle, only online and free.

Chronology, the game. Like Trivial Pursuit, only with history.

Speaking of online games: the BBC History Game site is awfully fun.

And Jane was fairly addicted to Absurd Math for a while there. Need more free math puzzles? Nick’s got a bunch.

A Case of Red Herrings and Mind Benders. Logic and problem-solving puzzles: a fun way to pass the time on long car trips or in waiting rooms.

Zoombinis Logical Journey computer game. Stretch your brain trying to get the little Zoombinis to a village where they can bounce in peace.

Oregon Trail. The game that launched a massive wagon trail rabbit trail for my kids a couple of years ago—and they still aren’t tired of the game.

Roots, Shoots, Buckets & Boots : Gardening Together with Children. Plant a sunflower house! Up-end a Giant Bucket of Potatoes and dig through the dirt for your rewards! Grow lettuce in rainboots! Boots! With lettuce growing in them!

Wild Goose Science Kits. Fun experiments with a low mess factor. Best prices at Timberdoodle. Note to self: remember the Wild Goose Crime Kit come Christmastime.

A microscope. Sonlight sells a nifty set of prepared slides with paramecium and other fun stuff for the kids to peer at.

If the scope sparks an interest in dissection, there’s a way to do it online with no actual innards involved: Froguts! The site has a couple of free demos to occupy you while you save up for the full version. (Which I haven’t seen yet, but it does look cool.) HT: Karen Edmisten.

Klutz kits. Over the years, we’ve explored: knitting, embroidery, origami, magic, Sculpey, paper collage, paper dolls, beadlings, and foam shapes. Look under any piece of furniture in my house and you will find remnants of all of the above.

Which reminds me: Sculpey clay. Is it possible to get through a day without some? My children think not.

Usborne’s calligraphy book and markers. I think Anne-Marie sells Usborne so she probably has more information if you’re interested.

But while I’m on Usborne, my kids also love and use at least weekly: Usborne Science Experiments Volumes 1, 2, and 3.

Muse magazine. The highlight of Jane’s month. From the publishers of Cricket.

Classical Kids CDs. Beanie’s favorite is the Vivaldi. Alice’s daughter Theresa does a fabulous Queen of the Night impersonation from the Mozart.

Refrigerator poetry magnets. I gave Scott the Shakespearean set a couple of Christmases ago. Note to self: You are not as brilliant as you think! You were an English major, for Pete’s sake, with a minor in drama. Thou knowest full well old William was a bawdy lad. If you don’t want your little ones writing poems about codpieces, stick to the basic version. But oh how I enjoy the messages Scott leaves for me to find and then pretends he doesn’t know who wrote them:


I am
so
in love
with my
delicate
wench.

And of course of course of course, Jim Weiss story CDs. I rave about these every chance I get because they have added such riches to my children’s imaginations. For years, they have listened to Jim’s stories after lights-out. Greek myths, Sherlock Holmes, Shakespeare, folk and fairy tales, the Arabian Nights, the Jungle Book: of such stuff are dreams woven.

A good source for much of the above (and lots more): FUN Books.

I’ll continue to add to this list as more good stuff occurs to me. Your suggestions are welcome and encouraged!

Coming up next: Charlotte Mason. But bear with me: these linky posts take a while.

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Jane’s Turn

June 21, 2006 @ 3:20 pm | Filed under:

(And yes, she choked me up.)

Where I’m From
by Jane, age 11

I am from paper, from Prismacolor, and clay.

I am from the bonny glen.
Rolling, friendly, it sounds like mockingbirds.

I am from the chicory, the lavender smell.
I am from planning birthday menus
and blond hair and blue eyes,
from Rose and Beanie and Rilla, my sisters.

I am from after-dinner-sing-alongs
and mealtime-read-alouds.
From “Practice your piano”
and “For every problem there is a solution.”

I am from Catholicism,
my reflection in the mirror in my dress for church.
I’m from Manhattan, the Bronx and the deep South,
Daddy’s waffles and circle pizzas.

From the bunny bowling set,
Rose’s “Bunny won’t catch cabbage,”
from when Wonderboy signed “I love you”
through the glass at The Little Gym,
and the swimming lessons Daddy gives us.

I am from my bookshelf, the loom room,
Mom-and-Dad’s dresser,
on Mom-and-Dad’s bed, where I knocked Rose’s loose tooth out,
and all the wonderful nooks-and-crannies here.