Friday, February 7, 2014

educational potential


We were browsing one day in a museum gift shop.  As we admired the items for sale, the kids came upon a calligraphy set.  It was lovely, with different nibs and tiny glass bottles of ink.  All three kids admired it for quite a while.  I agreed that it was beautiful, as were many of the items in the shop.  And then one of the children said, "But Mom.  We would use it for school.  It could be for our Afternoon Studies."

And then, the calligraphy set was no longer just an item for sale.  It held educational potential. We could study calligraphy, and fonts, and the history of ink, and natural sources for pigment, and Chinese history, and the story of parchment.....

I bought it.

My children saw that the words "It's for our Afternoon Studies" had power.  And they have often given the phrase a try!  Tickets to the Nutcracker?  It's for Afternoon Studies!  Playmobil sets of Confederate and Union soldiers? For Afternoon Studies!  Magnets?  A big bag of popsicle sticks?  A CD of African lullabies?  But of course, it would be perfect for our Afternoon Studies!  

I've even used the phrase myself, I admit, to persuade my husband.

We were planning a lengthy Afternoon Studies unit on The Netherlands, since I felt it important to learn more about the country of my parents' birth and the home of my husband's family.  I started gathering books about wooden shoes and canals and dikes.  I found websites where we could learn Dutch phrases and Dutch history.  I printed maps.  I timed our studies to correspond with the Dutch celebration of Christmas - Sinterklaas.  I had quite a few resources, but there was something missing.  Something a little more personal.....

"My dear."  I said.  "It's for Afternoon Studies.  We need to go visit my family."

And we drove up to southern Ontario to celebrate Sinterklaas with people who know how to celebrate Sinterklaas!  My parents are so wonderful! 

We played Sjoelbak, or Shuffleboard.




(I really love it that when an adorable toddler does anything,
everyone gathers 'round to watch.  So cute!)

We ate Dutch treats!  (Calories don't count when it's educational.)



We sang "Sinterklaas Kapoentje" and Mom threw pepernoten.  The kids scrambled with joy and collected big handfuls!  (I bet my parents are still finding some of those cookies under couch cushions.)



We were all given a chocolate letter!



It was so GEZELLIG!!!!!!

(That's a Dutch word meaning a cozy time, a nice atmosphere, a sense of belonging.)  Thanks to my awesome family for helping us celebrate Sinterklaas - for the sake of the children's education.  Twas noble of you.

I especially treasure our visit with my grandfather.  I absolutely love that we were able to sit at Opa's feet and hear some stories.  Stories of the tulip farm he grew up on, and stories of the Flood of '53, and of immigration to Canada and his years as a pastor in the Netherlands and in southern Ontario.. 


 


What a treasure.  This man is wonderful!  And we miss Oma so much.  We come from a rich, rich history and it's been a joy to have the opportunity to share this with the children. 

It's their education.





Monday, February 3, 2014

Winter - In Which The Waters Freeze and We Make Marshmallows


When we said, "We're looking forward to experiencing an East Coast winter!" Marylanders responded, "Oh, we don't get much snow here.  We tend to have mild winters."

Well, it's been mighty cold and mighty snowy here for several weeks.

First, the temperatures dropped a little below freezing and our front yard wetland became a frozen marsh.



The cold weather stuck around, and the ice started spreading across the big river.  Aidan moved out of his slightly-insulated bedroom in the porch at the side of the house, and set up camp on an upstairs bedroom floor.






Soon the whole river was ice!





And then came the snow!  And the wind!  And a deeper cold!  The landlords asked us to keep the taps dripping so that the pipes wouldn't freeze.  Our furnace burned through gallons of oil, the poor old thing.  It runs constantly.  ('Poor old thing' is soon going to be a description of us.  That's quite a heating bill.)

The first snowfall swirled with the sand of our beach in such interesting patterns, thanks to quite a blowing wind!






A snowman blew in....




And one day, when we couldn't see much past our mailbox, we declared it a snow day.




We had been wanting to make homemade marshmallows for a while, and this seemed a perfect day...

We followed this recipe: Alton Brown's Marshmallows


We got some gelatin soaking in cold water (aren't you just aching for a photo of that?) and we heated up a sweet concoction of corn syrup and sugar.  (Ah!  That should be accompanied by three photos!  Then you could see exactly how the thermometer in the pan eventually moved up to 240 degrees!)  After combining those two, our dear Kitchen Aid mixer whipped a whole lot of air into the mix (on high for fifteen minutes!).

What emerged was a sticky white liquid pile of goop that we quickly poured into a prepared 9X13 pan.  (It had to be quickly poured!  Who has time to take pictures?)  It sat overnight (we sampled a little bit here and there to make sure all was well).  The next day, we could lift out the marshmallow sheet and use scissors to cut strips.  (I will give you a picture of that, because Jon was home and his hands weren't sticky.)



The strips were cut into pieces....


Each marshmallow needed to be dusted and sifted with a little icing sugar/cornstarch so it wouldn't be too sticky.


It's sticky work!






The marshmallows are so very good!  More substantial, and yet more airy and light than store bought ones. 

You should try it!

Happy Winter, Everyone.  























Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Gettysburg

One of the best parts of homeschooling is that I get to learn so much, too.  Our studies of American History have been especially enlightening because we get to experience so much of what we're learning (and because so much of it is new to me as a Canadian!).  When we studied the native tribes of this area, we were able to visit a recreated Indian Village and study a variety of archeological finds.  When we studied the European settlers of the 1600s, we were able to visit Jamestown and St. Mary's City.  We went to old tobacco plantations, stood on ancient battlefields, walked through slaves quarters, and saw the birthplace of a U.S. president.

And when we studied the civil war, we were able to spend a day at Gettysburg.  What a powerful experience that was!  I highly recommend a visit there some day.... in the meantime, allow us to take you on a tour.


The Entrance: First We Meet Lincoln




The Visitor Center: Cyclorama

In the 1880s, a French artist named Paul Philippoteaux created a painting of the Battle of Gettysburg.  He researched the battle, talked with veterans, and spent months on the battlefield.  Then, over twelve months, he produced a detailed painting 377 feet long and 42 feet high.  (Did you catch those dimensions?  It's huge!)  The painting is displayed in a circular room at the Gettysburg Visitor Center, with a platform in the middle (where we stood) and the painting surrounding us.  The floor around the painting has been set up with dirt, rocks, grass and props to blend in with the painting.  It is incredible!  I could have stood there for hours!

Here's an example of the ground scenery leading up to the painting.
(the lighting from my flash makes the scenery and painting look less similar than they really were)

 And here's a closeup of one of the scenes in the painting.



I enjoyed learning that the artist painted himself into the painting as his signature, even though he wasn't at the battle himself... in the painting he's away from the action a bit, leaning against a tree (not shown in my photos).

It was intriguing to think that this painting has been on display for over a hundred years.  In October 1883, it was first set up in Chicago.  It toured around to eight different cities and approximately 200,000 people viewed the painting.  It was on display at the World Fair in 1933.   Here is the poster that advertised the painting.... and its ten cent entry fee.


Not only was I deeply moved by the action and stories shown in the painting, I was very aware of the fact that thousands and thousands of people have also been moved by the stories shown in the painting, including many veterans of the Gettysburg battles.  The images were so real that one veteran was quoted as saying, "You see that puff of smoke? Just wait a moment till that clears away, and I'll show you just where I stood."

Here Jon is looking at a smaller image of the cyclorama painting in a museum area that provided explanations of the different scenes.




The Visitor Center: Museum


Oh, what a museum this was!  There were plenty of artifacts from the battlefields, as well as detailed stories of each day of the Gettysburg battle.  So well done.  The museum had an excellent Junior Ranger program that helped the kids seek out really interesting tidbits and get a thorough overall mental picture of what happened here.  We saw some cannonballs that had been fired.  We saw a Bible that was lost on the field and then picked up by another soldier (both men wrote an inscription on the front pages of the Bible, and both men survived the war).  We saw photos of civilians who found themselves living in the middle of a battlefield and whose front lawns became littered with dead horses and people - civilians who transformed their living rooms and dining rooms into infirmaries.

Pictures of the exhibits didn't really work out so well.  Here's one Aidan took - the sword caught his eye.  It was all done so well!



This huge display was quite powerful: a photo collage wall of Confederate soldiers who lost their lives and a wall of Union soldiers who lost their lives.  So many youthful, earnest faces.



The Battlefield 

The battlefield is a large area of rural Pennsylvania.  You can rent a tour guide to take you around, you can purchase a CD of information to listen to as you drive, or you can take along a written guide and read information at various viewpoints.  We did the last option, which worked well for us. 

The area is very beautiful.  We went at the end of November, when nothing looks as good as it does at other times of the year.  And we found it to be peaceful and lovely.




There are hundreds of monuments around the park.  Many of them are small statues or plaques that honour specific people or battalions that fought in Gettysburg.

Some of them are quite elaborate.

Each of the kids studied one of the memorials in detail. 


This memorial showed the holding line of the battle on the last day; the farthest place that the Confederates pushed through.

This next photo is of the field in which that final battle took place.  It was called Pickett's Charge.  If you know that story at all, you know how much blood was shed on this land.  It was day three of the battle, and General Lee (i.e. the South) planned a big attack.  First he launched an artillery bombardment meant to greatly decrease the Union's ammunition.  Then 12,500 Confederate men stormed across these open fields for three quarters of a mile.  Half of them didn't make it.  The Union fired hard on the soldiers running up this field.  It was this charge that ended that battle of Gettysburg, in the Union's favor.





Little Round Top (the hill in the picture below) was the site of the fighting on Day 2 in Gettysburg.

A lot of fighting happened here.  To make the long story simple, the Confederate soldiers had had a successful Day 1.  Then here, on Day 2, the Union soldiers were mostly up on Little Round Top and the Confederates were (in part) at Devil's Den (which is where I was standing when I took the above photo).  At one point, the Confederate men surged up the hill toward Little Round Top and the Union soldiers surged down.  There was so much death - more than six hundred soldiers.  Over 1,200 were wounded.

Here is Jon standing among the rocks at Devil's Den.  These rocks are the same rocks that in 1863 provided protection for hot, tired, scared, fighting men in the middle of war.


 
And here's a wider view, standing on a rock up on Little Round Top, looking down at Devil's Den.  The area on the left, in the sloping area down from the trees, has been labelled the Valley of Death. 




The National Cemetery 

At first, the local farmers and civilians buried thousands of casualties wherever they could on the battlefields.  A few months later, land was set aside for a national cemetery and the bodies moved.  We went to the cemetery and walked around.  It's a beautiful, meaningful place.


(there are iron plaques throughout the cemetery quoting verses of the
poem "The Bivouac of the Dead" by Theodore O'Hara)
 
The cemetery was officially opened in November of 1863, and at the dedication ceremony Mr. Edward Everett gave a two hour speech and then President Lincoln said a few brief words.  We stood at the spot where Lincoln spoke these words, the Gettysburg Address, and we stood there at the same time of year - bare trees, pale sunshine, leaves of orange and yellow crunching under our feet. 

After all that we've learned about the civil war, I appreciate his speech as a respectful and beautifully crafted tribute: 

 Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent, a new nation, 
conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.  

Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation,
or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met
on a great battle-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion
of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that 
nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this. 

But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate -- we can not consecrate -- we can not hallow -- this ground.  The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here,
have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract.
The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget 
what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here
to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced.
It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us -- that
from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause
for which they gave the last full measure of devotion -- that we here
highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain -- that this nation,
under God, shall have a new birth of freedom -- and that government of
the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.

Abraham Lincoln
November 19, 1863





Monday, January 13, 2014

A Christmas Greeting From the Bakkers

It was tough, but somebody had to do it.  Two of my sisters live in Florida, and they requested some Christmas holiday cheer.  We drove straight down I-95 and invaded their homes with our noisy presence.  For two weeks, there was a constant drone of joyful cousin play, a constant hum of sisterly chatter, and a constant need to cook up more food.  Thanks to both families for hosting us so well!  It was totally delightful! 

On Christmas morning, we slipped away for a while so that everyone could enjoy some personal gift-opening time with their own families.  We went to the beach!  Why not celebrate Christmas in the sand and sun!?

We set up a little spot for our own family gift exchange.....


Can you guess what was on Marijka's mind?


It was a fun place to open gifts!  We all had to grab the wrapping paper before it blew away....and sometimes shout at each other to be heard over the wind.  "Thanks, Aidan!  I love it!"  "What???"


The beach was quite empty, except for the birds.  These Royal Terns made us laugh.  They all lined up in the same direction, solemnly facing the wind.  Their feathers blew all around their faces, but they stood steady, undeterred and unmoved.



Well... unless there was a running Bakker who couldn't resist messing up their solemn gathering....



Jon and I had announced that we shouldn't be getting wet on this visit to the beach - our big Christmas Dinner gathering was coming up next.

Here Aidan and I are daring the waves to come splash us.




It may look like we're standing in very little water, but I tell you: those Atlantic waves mean business.  Yep.  As always, most of us got wet.  We arrived at our Christmas Dinner in need of clean clothes and a shower.







Merry Christmas!
Happy New Year!