Visiting Old Salem

 

I just love the support there is for homeschoolers.  We have lived in NC for 2 years now and never knew about Old Salem in Winston Salem! I just happened by it in a conversation a few weeks ago.  when I looked it up online, such enough in September there's a couple Homeschool Days, where they offer extra exhibits and learning experiences.  Incredible!



Ever since I went to Williamsburg, VA as an 8th grader on a school trip, I was in love with the Colonial time period.  The architecture.  The stories.  My imagination goes wild.  Old Salem did not disappoint.  There was a puppet show of Aesop's fables, there were demonstrations on topics from how brooms were made, how linen was made from the plant, how guns were made, to herbs in the apothecary.  It was such an excellent display of colonial life, and included things that go beyond what you typically find.  It was awesome!

                                    

                             

The sidewalks have hills and valleys of their own... over time the tree roots have moved them! 

Luci standing on a little hill in the sidewalk

 

Lucia's little finger included ;)

 

 

 

 

 

 

Anasazi Pottery

The first day of school was a Tuesday.  As our scheduled played out, Art is on Tuesday.  My first thought was that we would make some wonderful school banner, to instill some sort of "homeschool pride" in my girls the very first day.  That sort of fell apart as Eva and I had walked through the craft store the night before, and I couldn't think of a thing to make a banner better than the stick-on letters and Eva's birthday banner from the week before.  So... that'll not quite go over as an Art activity.

Then I looked in my handy Art instruction book. 



This book is fantastic.  No matter how well-versed you are (or in my case, not) in art lingo, this offers easy to follow, fun art activities that actually teach something.  I had happened to pick up some modeling clay that just dries hard (without baking) and then found a great project of pinch/ coil pots that you painted white and black.  Voila. Anasazi pottery.  It was a great lesson in history too.  We looked up pictures of the Anasazi homes on the web-- it was amazing-- they lived on the sides of cliffs!  We Googled Anasazi homes, and voila, the images drew us in to a time and place that inspired us!

Anasazi pottery is marked by its black geometric designs "painted on" using herbal techniques.

This project took 2 weeks in Art-- one week they made the pots. The next week, they learned about and painted the geometric patterns to make it truly Anasazi-style.  Lucia did insist on using blue, which doesn't really meet the "Anasazi" standard.  But, she now knows what they did, and hey, she used her own artistic prowess to create something new.  I'm for it.

Some web resources: 

http://www.clayhound.us/sites/anasazi.htm
Clay Hound web: Anasazi Pottery
This website shows real pieces of found pottery from a thousand years ago!  It enlivened my girls' imaginations about how long ago people made and used this pottery.  

http://www.anasazipottery.net/
Anasazi Pottery Replicas:  This website shows wonderful pictures of replicas of Anasazi pottery.  It helped to inspire my girls in thinking about what geometric patterns they might incorportate in their own pottery designs.

Back to School.. a new place to call "school"

This summer, we decided that the classroom needed to finally be, well, strategic.  I have always had Lucia toddling around while I had school time with Eva.  But, this year is the first time I have felt the responsibility of teaching the two of them for real-- Lucia started Kindergarten!  Her pre-school experience was more what I would call "Montessori"-- but really if you looked at it, it was child-led in the manner of, if Luci asked, we'd do something fun and educational.  If not, I was happy to let her play with her horses and barn on the floor beside us.

So, at the end of last year I found myself day-dreaming (yes, while Eva was reading aloud to me....) of what the room should be like. After a trip to IKEA, some paint, and lots of assembly, I'm so happy with how it turned out.  We've been at school now for a couple of weeks.  And, all I can say is, how the room works for us feels magical.  It helps our flow so well.  It offers personal spaces and places to work with the girls together.  I'm amazed that a little planning, a change in the room, and the right materials actually makes this year feel so much more smooth and do-able than any year yet!  Who said schooling more than one was crazy?  (I did... until now!) 

 

Good Friday... not yet jumping to Sunday

This morning I've learned of two different stories of young, vibrant, loving Christian people dying tragically.  They were both young, it was a quick and unexpected death for each of them.  Each left behind young children.  And I was overcome, wondering why such death, in such unexpected and seemingly random ways.  The goodness.  The blessing they were to those around them.  And then the Lord reminded me today is Good Friday.  And how another,  more blameless, more vibrant, more loving young man died.  We are always eager to get to Sunday-- we know in the back of our minds that He rose from the dead!  And yet, today, in the rainy, dreary day, I'm reminded of the sadness of His death.  That he suffered.  That Christ died for our sin-- the things we did wrong, He was punished for. 

Eva is learning about humility in church this month.  What greater humbling experience is it than to be reminded we are the cause of His death and punishment.  That He showed the ultimate humility in dying on the cross for us!

This Good Friday, I encourage you to take a moment and think about his sacrifice.  He was God-- but He suffered, out of His love for us!

Here's a link to a brief video on that Beautiful Scandalous Night.

Birthdays and Books

I have a thing for books.  Once you get to know me, you'll realize there are boxes of them in the garage, waiting to be displayed lovingly once again... once I have enough shelves to accommodate them.  I teach university courses online, and in some of those classes we only have e-books.  I'm saddened that I can't just leaf through it, to find bits of wisdom that might change my thinking forever. 

I love birthdays too.  Each year for my birthday-eve, since I was 15 years-old, I would curl up in bed, and ponder the year before.  I'd think about what had happened, what path I was on... but most importantly look to the year ahead.  It sounds a bit corny to write, but I'd also give each year a focus, a direction-- a name that would describe what that year I was looking for.  No examples here. Just your imagination.  :)

So, when Eva was born, it seemed fitting to write for her.  I found a sweet leather-bound journal and tearfully poured out my heart to her in a letter on the first pages.  The rest were yet to be written. I found the same sweet journal for Lucia when she was born.  Each year, on their birthdays (or, well let's be honest--sometimes a couple weeks after) I write them a "love letter." I reminisce about the special things they have done, their personalities and how they are developing, and my hopes for them.  It's my hope that they'll never know I'm doing it, until maybe their 16th or 18th birthdays (seriously, if you know Eva and Luci... ix-ney on the elling-tay!).  It's my hope that there's a glimpse in each letter of a piece of their childhood, part of who they were... those little things that can be forgotten so quickly and never caught in a baby-book, photo or birthday card.  It's my hope that they will also glean even just an ounce of how meaningful and overwhelming it has been for me to be their mother.  To help them realize this is such an honor. 

Lucia's birthday was last week, and yep-- I'm still needing to do my letter for Age 4.  But, that's okay.  I will.  At first I was so convinced that it would be forever ruined if I didn't actually write it on her birthday.  But... it actually is okay.  Sometimes I think we find the meaningful moments, the little things are too hard-- so much so that we just decide not to do it after all.  But, if I loosen the reigns a bit... I realize, sure enough, those special treasures... happen. 

Piedmont Parent Magazine's Young Author's Contest

I'm reminded this week, what a gift the opportunity to home school really is.  Together, we worked on a book for Eva to submit to the Piedmont Parent Magazine's young Author's contest for the Triad area.  This past fall, we set up a "writing factory," and went to town daily on story boards, binding materials, etc.  Eva mostly had a vision for the cover and illustrations.  It had to be blue sparkly paper, hot pink ric-rac, 3-D flower accents.... well, you get the idea.

Together, we spent time thinking about her story.  Every plot suggestion I thought I'd mention, she shot down.  She had a clear picture of her story.  The story that was coming from her own creative mind.  This project was her own.  As she thought about her story of the lonely puppy, she hugged our little Missy-- our sweet, cuddle-muffin of a toy poodle. She dedicated the book to her family, and her dog Missy, thinking about what a treasure her own puppy really was.  Amazingly, and certainly unexpectedly, a month after she submitted the book(in January), we had to put our little 3 year-old pup down due to severe illness (in February).  It made her story even more special.

As it turned out, Eva won for her age group for illustration!  While we were happily surprised, we were not shocked, as we recalled how special the process was for Eva.  Nana and Papa got to celebrate her accomplishment with us. 

Unexpectedly, Eva, along with the other student winners were asked to read their book to the audience.  For the illustration winners, they asked that they talk through their illustration process.  As you might imagine, being Eva's first public-speaking scenario, and without preparation-- she froze.  And really... I couldn't be more proud. 

And when all was said and done, the magazine Editor praised her publicly for her beautifully embellished book, the crowd applauded, and Eva was happy. She had a sense of accomplishment that goes beyond what she did or didn't do in that one speaking moment.  It didn't matter-- she knew what she had accomplished in the midst of it all.  Lesson learned.  Moment captured.

In the end, she wrote a story, saw her vision come to fruition, contemplated the special gift of a puppy and the loss of one.  She experienced recognition for her hard and meaning-filled work.  It was wonderful for us all.  And I learn through the process for myself, to look at myself with the same eyes filled with grace and pride that I see her with.  I know I can be hard on myself.  Perhaps with my adult eyes only looking at the little glimpses of what I didn't do, instead of holding onto what I did do.  And to feel good about it.  Lesson learned.  Teaching her and watching her grow and experience more gives me new insight for my own life.  Quite an education, this home-schooling thing.