Showing posts with label Joy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Joy. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Unschooling: Between Always and Never

We always never have a first day of school.

When the kids were very young and at the beach, they made some friends who were amazed that they had never been to school.
"How do you learn things?" they asked.
My oldest, probably around 8 or 9 at the time, replied, "Well, we are always learning things.  Don't you learn things outside of school?"
The blunt reply was, "No, never.  Why would we want to do that?"

We always never separate life and lessons.

Clearly, there was a communication gap.  The other kids equated learning with lessons in a classroom.  And that was something they did not want to do all the time.


But that's not what learning really is, as homeschoolers find out rather quickly.  Learning is an ongoing process; it happens everywhere and all the time.  We don't have a set school time every day in our house, nor do we have activities or books or lessons which are "school" things specifically, only to be used for lessons at a desk.  Oh, I suppose the kids would point to the several math books that float around as the most schooly books in the house, but even they are always never opened at a specific hour.

I have been homeschooling for 18 years, and my view of homeschooling has changed dramatically.  Full of enthusiasm after my first conference, I brought home tons of books and supplies and manipulatives, and other things that would make my homeschool ultimate.  Most were lost or never used as intended, especially the busy work from a popular curriculum provider.  I understand that curriculum providers and umbrella schools are a wonderful and necessary resource for many families.  But none is a good fit for us, so we (since that first year) always never use one.  Even those who use these resources know that learning is bigger than the box the books are shipped in.

And we always never use desks.

I once bought a school desk at a yard sale.  A desk!!  It has never been used for lessons, but has alternately held a printer, ink and paper, or has served a just-another-horizontal-place-to-put-stuff.  Mostly, it has just been in the way.

I quickly learned that the most important piece of furniture in my homeschool is the couch (or a comfy chair, as the kids get older and spread out).  The most important resources are those the kids love--good books, online resources, good people we know, and most of all, the great outdoors.  I began collecting real books, and gave the school books away.

The oldest child is always the guinea pig, suffering through all of the mistakes.  Fortunately, my oldest was also my best teacher, and she frequently let me know what wasn't working.  The others followed, each with his own way of learning.  These were lessons for me, and I was quickly learning that learning happens all the time, to all of us.

I always never fail to learn from the kids.  Usually.

A friend once asked T* how he learned geography.  He replied, "I have maps on my walls, and I look at them."  This year, on his way to college, he did most of the driving and all the navigation between here and California.  We never had a lesson on "how to get across the country" or even, "Which way is California?"  The same boy, at 17, planned and executed a three-day solo bike ride up the Hudson River Valley, passing through Manhattan, over bridges, and even sleeping outside, completely on his own (though he was aided and greeted at his destination--he is blessed to have good friends in far-away places!!).

Corollary:  We never always know what are kids are capable of doing unless we let them try.

That is not to say that lessons always never happen.  Sometimes a kid needs help with learning to read (but we don't have to do reading daily at 9am), or learning to measure (why not do that while baking a cake?), or  with visualizing glacial geology (time for a hike!).  As my kids can tell, you, I can certainly lecture when necessary. I try not to bore, and I pray I am successful.

So, when the bells ring in the school yard a few blocks away, we won't jump to our books. For us, there is no first day of school. We don't have to start learning, because we never stop; we are always learning.  And somewhere, between always and never, the kids grow up, find their own way, and their own interests...and leave for college.

I always hope they never forget they are learning all the time.

*Quick disclaimer:  T did go to high school.  I have not held that against him, nor does that preclude him from being a homeschooler...once a homeschooler, always never not a homeschooler.

Saturday, December 25, 2010

A Very Derham Christmas

Staples successfully removed from T's head.
A and M enjoy the day.




The umbrella from Blade Runner has a light on the handle for safety.
P will be cooking dinner.

T with "Jayne" hat.
A little music!
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Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Late Fall Kinderhike by the Sea

Help him get used to a new place.
So, you have a new toddler, or maybe you are watching a niece or nephew, or grandchild, and you want to get out of the house.  Maybe you take the child for a walk around the block, or maybe you embark on a new adventure--the nature hike with toddler--the Kinderhike.  You could push the stroller around the block, or...

You can leave the stroller behind (or push it, empty) and let the toddler roam through wild places, learning the sensations of the seasons, the feel of fall, the sound of birdsongs, the sweet scent of autumnal decay, the lift of the atmospheric pressure just before rain, the chill of the air at sunset...I could go on, but I think you get it.

Walking is a new thing for this toddler!  His cousins help out.
Don't worry!  Mom won't let you fall!


Toddlers like to touch things as you hike.  Let them!
Even a handful of rough sand...
is exciting to a toddler!
You can make sure they feel secure in any new environment.


Introduce new things--like this reed--gently, letting her smell as well as feel it.

The most important thing is being outdoors with them.  Make a Kinderhike a regular part of your schedule!

Saturday, July 31, 2010

A Little Mozart from T's Senior Recital

Previously posted on FB, but things get lost there, so here it is, again.


I love it that L was able to play the duet with him but it is a chore--and I seem to have failed to successfully complete that chore--to get the settings correct so I can see them both... so please click through for a better view!

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

German School Graduation

This time, it was Annika's turn. I was so happy as I looked forward to taking a photo of her getting her diploma with my new lens. Sadly, Trip "borrowed" my camera, and removed the chip...no photos, so Annika will get a private photo shoot tomorrow outside, if the rain holds off--ha!

The class "speakers" put together a set of descriptions of each of their classmates, in German, of course! Of Annika, they said, "You know so much about the world, and we are all jealous that you have never been to school. We hope we did not give you a bad impression of school with our crazy class!"

Phots tomorrow.

Congrats, Annika darling!

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

The Easter Budgie

It was about 8 years ago, on a cold, snowy autumn day, when we finally caught the little parakeet that had been at our feeder with a flock of sparrows for two weeks. We put up signs, but no one claimed her, so we named her "Flappy," and she has been our birdy buddy ever since. She outlived the mate we bought for her by two years (so far), but had never laid a single egg. Today, I saw her on the bottom of the cage, and feared the worst: Budgie's don't live for long, and we did not know how old she was when we found her. Instead of dying, however, she surprised us by hissing protectively over a clutch of three tiny translucent eggs. Will wonders never cease?

When we first captured her, Trip honored her with a poem...I can only remember this part: "Her name is Flappy, and I can't see a minute when she ain't!" The name still suits her.
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Thursday, March 5, 2009

She Turned Me into a (Catholic) Newt

In the interest of keeping some semblance of privacy, I won't tell you which child was listening to the radio and understanding way too much in 1994...

But when that child was in the bath tub too long, I suggested he might turn into a newt. He responded, "You mean, when Newt Gingrich was a little boy he liked to take long baths, too?"

I hadn't thought about that exchange in a while, but was reminded of it when I heard Newt was turning into a Catholic. Well!

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Happy Birthday Grannie Annie!




My mum (standing, far right) is having a significant birthday today--I won't tell you how significant, but it's a big one!
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Wednesday, December 24, 2008

All I Want for Christmas is my Kitchen Done

And it's getting close, but work continues today, and it looks like we will still be banished from the kitchen this evening for Christmas Eve dinner. Since we traditionally order Chinese food for the evening, it won't be too bad, though it looks like paper plates and plastic cups, too!

Libby found a lovely recording for Barber's Christmas arrangements for orchestra which we will be listening to today. We will also put on a Cello Christmas, A Yorkshire Christmas, and a few others. Catch Libby at 5, 6 and 10 pm Masses around town (email me for locations). Otherwise, we'll be here, with a roaring fire and the smell of whatever-they-did-in-the-kitchen-today. And Peking Duck.

Also...I have not mailed any Christmas cards yet. I am usually late, but never this late. Here's the Christmas photo...note the Mona Lisa smiles on everyone's face. I dunno. I took 200 photos, and this was the best. Really.



Have a Merry Christmas, everyone!!

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Christmas Carol Meme

I picked this up at Red Cardigan's blog (still wondering: Is it a corgi or a sweater?):

Christmas Carols:

1. Love 'em, hate 'em, tolerate 'em, or...?

2. Policy: none before Christmas, none before Thanksgiving, or...?

3. Favorite? Favorites, if you've got more than one?

4. Least favorite? Drives you batty/hate it/turn it off if it comes on the radio?

5. Caroling door to door in neighborhood? Ever done it/would do it? Wouldn't even consider it?

6. Funniest kids' rendition, if any?

7. Most inappropriate carol ever heard in a church setting (Catholic or otherwise)?

8. The one foreign language carol I know (or know best) is...?

9. Carol that perplexes you the most?

10. Carol your whole family will sing?

Here goes:

1. Love 'em.

2. Well, we have to rehearse, don't we?

3. Tomorrow Will be my Dancing Day (not the best version...I like this and Rutter/Gardner).

4. Feed The World (Band Aid) Puh-lese. Imposing Christianity on the world like that should be illegal. Also, Michael Jackson. Ugh.

5. We do it for cookies, and our village has the best cookies.

6. Definitely the ol' classic, "Jingle Bells, Batman Smells."

7. Not during Mass, but upcoming at a church concert...words changed from "Go Tell it on the Mountain" to "Let's hear it for the Youth Choir." Double puh-lese.

8. Gaudete. The fast version. With percussion, yes. Big exception to my usually anti-percussion church-music snobbery, though tympani are preferable to tambourine. This piece is a big announcement.

9. Silent Night, which in the original German, describes Jesus a a curly-haired child. Just strikes me funny.

10. Sans Day Carol (The Holly Bears a Berry), Waterson's version, in harmony (hear it on track 6 on Frost and Fire).


Try it!




Guess Who Won

...the in-house motet writing competition, over uperclassmen and composition majors. C'mon. Guess.

;)

100 Years Old Today

Happy 100th Olivier Messiaen!

An interesting discussion, with examples of Messiaen's music can be joined at New Liturgical Movement.

Hear more his music performed live this Saturday at Columbia University's Miller Theatre, or right here on You Tube (repost of Libby's senior recital finale):

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

I Am Grilling the Turkey

Yes...I mean, no, my stove is not hooked up yet, but the turkey will be cooked! I primed the grill last night (in other words, I made sure it was working) and I have all the ingredients, sufficient propane, and the weather looks like it will hold (high 40s).

Anyone else done this?

Pies will be cooked tonight. Bread pudding will cook during dinner, so it's hot for serving. Side dishes are coming with the guests. Libby (home for the long weekend!) is in charge of the stuffing--apple 'n' onion stuffing--and giblet gravy.

We'll have wine, and egg nog. Brie...crackers, chips, salsa, guacamole. Am I missing anything?

Ah. Music. There will be music. And it'll be live. Happy Thanksgiving!!

Saturday, November 1, 2008

A Great Day to have a Baby!

I did it 15 years ago, and a friend had her new baby today! I hope she posts pictures soon.


Here's my 15 year old "baby" having cake at Grannie's house today:



And fencing over the summer:

Happy birthday, Annika!


Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Why There Will Be No "First Day of School" Post Here

You see, there was no last day of school.

According to the Online Etymology Dictionary:

"place of instruction," O.E. scol, from L. schola, from Gk. skhole "school, lecture, discussion," also "leisure, spare time," originally "a holding back, a keeping clear," from skhein "to get" + -ole by analogy with bole "a throw," stole "outfit," etc. The original notion is "leisure," which passed to "otiose discussion," then "place for such." The PIE base is *segh- "to hold, hold in one's power, to have" (see scheme). The L. word was widely borrowed, cf. O.Fr. escole, Fr. école, Sp. escuela, It. scuola, O.H.G. scuola, Ger. Schule, Swed. skola, Gael. sgiol, Welsh ysgol, Rus. shkola. Replaced O.E. larhus "lore house." Meaning "students attending a school" is attested from c.1300; sense of "school building" is first recorded c.1590. Sense of "people united by a general similarity of principles and methods" is from 1612; hence school of thought (1864). The verb is attested from 1573. School of hard knocks "rough experience in life" is recorded from 1912 (in George Ade); to tell tales out of school "betray damaging secrets" is from 1546. Schoolmarm is attested from 1831, U.S. colloquial; used figuratively for "patronizingly and priggishly instructing" from 1887.

Let's take a look at some of this:
The original notion is "leisure," which passed to "otiose discussion," then "place for such." I love the idea of leisure as the original notion for school; in our house, since learning takes place all the time, at our leisure, we are truly living the original notion. We don't stop learning just because we are at the beach, having a picnic, or riding the subway. We don't begin to learn the day we walk into a classroom, laboratory or lecture hall. We can set up the finest room in our house and call it school, but this does not preclude learning in another room, or out of the house, or anywhere, for that matter.

Learning at our leisure is hardly otiose, however! In fact, while casual to a degree that would frighten a school district, it is usually quite purposeful, and rarely ineffective. Our conversational learning process and challenging discussions are the heart of a meaningful education in our homeschool.

I once had a discussion with some 7-10 year old children, the friends of my children, at the beach. They wanted to know how my children would learn anything if they did not go to school. I asked them if they ever learned anything outside of the classroom. They said , "No." I asked if they were sure. They insisted they did not ever learn anything outside of school. I rephrased the question several times, and got the same answer. It made me wonder if these children had been conditioned by school to turn off their brains when they were out of school, or if they simply did not understand what learning meant. Either way, they dreaded the end of summer, and, bemoaning their plight in early September, said goodbye to my children and left the beach. We continued (and still continue every year) to visit the beach until the weather turned cold. And even then, frequent visits to the shore after storms and during cold weather have revealed seasonal changes that the other children miss. The first day for
some includes learning where and how the lines are formed, where coats are hung, what time the bell rings, how heavy or long or hard-to-read the books are, how nice the teacher is...that same day we continue to read a great book, or look for coquina shells, or visit the home of a president who lived nearby, or study etymology, or head to a favorite concert or theater venue, or climb a mountain.

Those well-schooled school-children (skipping through the definition to the end:
used figuratively for "patronizingly and priggishly instructing") miss all this, and more. Without instruction, they insist that there is no learning. They have been taught that education is something that happens to them. Learning is a chore, not a joy. School has become to them a necessary severance from the real and natural world, and they accept that separation without questioning it, even as they complain.

The lessons the real world teaches elude these children. Their knowledge of the natural world is often two dimensional, limited by the scope and sequence, which often requires that children who cannot name the trees in their yard learn names of species in the rain forest (I once visited a school where principal proudly pointed to a rain forest display that the students had made--entirely out of Styrofoam; the irony was lost on him). They may do a report on a city 3000 miles away, and not know how to negotiate the streets in their own neighborhoods. They may do contrived demonstrations in a school laboratory, but never get their hands dirty looking under a rock. They will learn grammar from a workbook, instead of through the rich heritage of literature. The first day of school for these children is an end to leisure as they understand it, and an end to a real, natural and meaningful education.

A true education is multidimensional. It is a field trip that lasts for days, not hours. It is a book chosen because of personal interest, not enforced syllabus. It is immersion in Shakespeare, or music, or literature, or geometry, or beach combing, or Catholicism. Real education is driven by what matters, and by what is real, not by what is distant or required by a faceless board of advisers.

We are not entirely immune to the school year. Our son is in high school (his decision) and our daughter is in college now. We still head to Staples for the school supply sales, and glance through those catalogs that fill the mail box every August. German and music lessons follow the school calendar. But we make sure we have leisure scheduled in well before we fill the calendar with classes. For it is in these times of leisure that we get down to real learning. When children in our neighborhood go back to school, when the beach is empty save for us and the retirees, and when the school buses rumble by, we keep doing what we have always done: Learn. We started our true educational journey with our children years ago, when our first child was born. Those days of infancy are our first days of "school." Everything else is continuity.


Saturday, August 16, 2008

Double, Supernumerary!

The view as we left church after Mass this evening:


That's our church, St. Hedwig's, on the left. Here's a bit of info on Supernumerary Rainbows. If you look carefully under the arc of the primary rainbow, you can see a few extra bands of color.

And yes, even at Mass, I had my camera!!

ETA: Here are the rest of the photos.

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

18 Years of Dreams, Part II

Instead of all that, she had one thing in mind...music.

She played violin...



And cello...



and piano.


First conducting class was fun!



She got to lead small groups,


and orchestras...



and bigger orchestras...



and she played in famous places as a soloist...



and in a duet.




When she wasn't playing music, she hula-hooped with friends at 12,000 feet.





Today, as she turns 18, the stars are falling, so she'll stay up late and watch them.

Happy Birthday Libby!!!
We love you!!

18 Years of Dreams, Part I

If she wanted to be a paleontologist, we'd help her find dinosaurs to dig.



If she wanted to be an ornithologist, we'd get her some birds to observe.



Maybe she'd be a biker babe!



Or a goat herd!



Or a professional softball player...



Maybe she'd be an entomologist...



Or a Jedi!



There was even a time when we thought she might be a luger!

But her dreams were different...(see next post).