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Thursday
Jan052012

We are Turning Into....


The longer we homeschool, the more we are really turning into.....   unschoolers. Most of our true learning comes in the unplanned moments, spontaneous field trips, and interest led explorations.   


I don't think we're 100% unschoolers... we still are very structed for things like grammar, writing, and math -- but we're much closer than I ever thought we would be!   


The most retention comes from those times when my children take the lead, or when it is some unplanned family educational experience.


The week between Christmas and New Year's we had the chance to stay at a beautiful home in the mountains of North Carolina.


After inquiring about educational opportunities, we discovered Carl Sandburg's home in Flat Rock, NC.   Lo and behold, it is also a Junior Ranger site (Remember how much we loved becoming Junior Rangers? - We did it twice on our recent trip to California)!


The morning of our trip to Sandburg's home, my sister-in-law and I were researching Sandburg and talking to the children about him.  I love it that our extended family can get involved in homeschooling, too.   

We were all quite impressed with the tour of the house and we learned SO MUCH about Carl Sandburg (as well as picking up the great little book pictured above - From Daybreak to Goodnight):

* He wrote many works for children (the most well known being his Rootabaga Stories)
* He was a self proclaimed Socialist (try explaining that concept to your young children!)
* He and his wife had a long, loving marriage - she was also raised prize winning dairy goats.
* He won three Pulitzer Prizes - one for his biography of Abraham Lincoln

The Junior Ranger booklet included lots of information:



There are still many goats at the Sandburg home that are direct descendants of Mrs. Sandburg's prize winning goats.    We could pet them and learn about the different types. 


The home itself is nestled back on a very large property (ironically purchased from a confederate general -- the irony lies in the fact that Sandburg was Lincoln's biographer. It is also ironic that an old socialist like Sandburg could enjoy the fruits of his hard work and purchase a nice tract of land and live quite comfortably.).  It took a whole boxcar to bring all of Sandburg's books to North Carolina when they moved.  We got to see most of those original books.

His home is nestled so beautifully by a lake - our guide told us that Sandburg would many times "go outside and sit in the sun with his shirt off and 'dirty paper'".  My kids thought the expression "dirty paper" was a neat way to say write.  In the summertime local college students still come and act out his Rootabaga stories on the lawn of the house.  I think we might have to make a return trip this summer!
  

Probably the most important thing I learned was that Sandburg's writings for children (and adults) are so lyrical that they just beg to be read aloud.






The fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on. 




I was reciting this poem on the way home one later afternoon in NC, as the weather was getting VERY foggy... we got to my sister-in-law's house and I snapped this photo.  How cool is that?  It was just one of those very memorable moments when all of our learning comes together.  






This week we are also reading along Sandburg's Rootabaga Stories for children.   They are different than anything else we have read.   I found them as a free download and we have been enjoying a few each day.   With titles like The Potato Face Blind Man Who Lost the Diamond Rabbit on His Gold Accordion and How Henry Hagglyhoagly Played the Guitar with His Mittens On, you can imagine they are pretty silly and off the beaten path.   There is something about them, though, that keeps my children asking for more.  


The children have started a poetry notebook and I made this handy poetic devices reference minibook (thanks, Jimmie!) to go through with them as we read.  (Sandburg is packed with allitteration, personification, and simile!)  They have copied "Fog" and completed a biography notebooking page about Carl Sandburg.   I'm hoping we can add other poets to this notebook this semester.  


I hadn't planned on any of this, and had I been sticking tight to a curriculum/schedule I doubt this learning would have happened.


Once we got home, my husband found a National Geographic movie about the Appalachian Trail (part of which runs through NC), and today GMan chose a book about Appalachia from the library.   North Carolina is also our state to study this week.  This little junket to North Carolina just keeps going and going..... I LOVE IT!


The best thing about homeschooling is being able to learn alongside my children.  Learning as a family has brought us so close together.   It is truly a gift.


Linking up with Amy, at Hope is The Word.


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Tuesday
Dec212010

Christmas Poem Copywork

Christina Rosetti

Today I'd like to share a poem my nine year old is copying - she will be finishing it this week, then giving it to her grandmother for Christmas. She copies a stanza and illustrates that stanza (I printed some paper from Donna Young's website for this purpose). It is a beautiful poem - last year we just memorized the last stanza, but this year we're going for the whole thing!

Christina Rosetti wrote the poem and it was set to music (a hymn) by Holst in 1906. Fine poetry and music like this is a gift we can give to our children.

In The Bleak MidWinter by Christina Rosetti

In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow,
In the bleak midwinter, long ago.

Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him, nor earth sustain;
Heaven and earth shall flee away when He comes to reign.
In the bleak midwinter a stable place sufficed
The Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ.

Enough for Him, whom cherubim, worship night and day,
Breastful of milk, and a mangerful of hay;
Enough for Him, whom angels fall before,
The ox and ass and camel which adore.

Angels and archangels may have gathered there,
Cherubim and seraphim thronged the air;
But His mother only, in her maiden bliss,
Worshipped the beloved with a kiss.

What can I give Him, poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb;
If I were a Wise Man, I would do my part;
Yet what I can I give Him: give my heart.


*This post is linked to Mustard Seed Planting at Mom's Mustard Seeds - visit Rebecca's blog for inspiration.