Monday, July 30, 2012

Just a Plain Old Update

Good morning! Here we are in our little house on Tinker Air Force Base, enjoying (close) togetherness with a dash of limbo. This entry comes from my "Homeschool Journal" which is where I store my thoughts, plans and results of our home education adventure. It's time for an update.

My children are not explorers or adventurers by nature. They are tinkerers, creators, performers (in private) and writers. Most of their play-acting is done with the help of Lego Star Wars characters. I have to drag them away from their scenarios to learn anything new or to go anywhere. (Click this link to see Aurelia's blog on Lego creations.)

For me, this can be a problem because my imagination is not as active as it once was.  Most novels I've picked up this summer have bored me; and I've found the most solace in prayer, Bible reading, and creative arts. Not that I've produced anything much, but I've researched:
  • gardening
  • repurposing, reusing, repainting, decorating on a dime
  • watercolor for beginners
  • dog behavior
  • Biblical womanhood
  • home arts and organization
Some, though not all of these have been inspired by Pinterest, though the research has been done mostly in library books. I've had to compete to use our one laptop PC, which is always in high demand. Now I find myself taking notes on ideas and plans for our Alaskan home. Such as, how to retain heat in your home:
  • hang fleece behind your curtains
  • double up on rugs
  • replace heater filters promptly
  • wear sweaters!(wool, preferably)
  • use a natural humidifier (a pot with a partially open lid, full of water, simmering on the stove)
  • hang wet laundry indoors, to dry until damp, before placing in the dryer (this also conserves energy) 
  • close doors to rooms or floors when not in use
I'm finding my little study in home economy to be fascinating. It's been freeing to realize the thrift of our forebearers keeps us from poverty in it's many forms and frees us up to find beauty in the mundane. But I digress.

In the meantime, my well-laid plans for "doing school" have gone untouched with the exception of a few reading lessons for Ethan. He's progressing well. Once Eric told me that he didn't think we should push school right now, I felt released and relieved. The guilt of doing nothing has almost totally passed, and I only feel foolish for toting the heavy box of summer "resources" with us.


The large item I'm not sorry I brought, however, is the keyboard, and though my dear second daughter seems to be losing interest, it has been good to hear them play, at least maintaining their skills. Eric bought a book of worship anthems for the piano, and I love hearing dear eldest daughter playing "Jesus, Name Above All Names."

We go to the libraries weekly, both the dinky Tinker library and the Midwest City Metropolitan, where I remember visiting back during Eric's first training in 1999. I defy anyone to keep up with eldest daughter's book reading. I certainly can't do it! At night we alternate between reading aloud Prince Caspian and On the Banks of Plum Creek. We're almost done with them.

The reading, swimming when we can stand the sunny heat, assorted field trips and Science Museum passes, weekend trips, and watching the Olympics , are making for a rather enjoyable summer break. As I am realizing, writing this, I have so much to be thankful for.

For this fall, we have almost certainly decided to use Sonlight curriculum for the girls (Core F, for them combined, plus Latin American Spanish) while Ethan and Crista will continue with Classical Conversations Foundations Program (Cycle One). CC has become familiar, like those the comfortable walking shoes that take you places while being supportive. I don't know if that's the best metaphor, but I've realized that Foundations works best over the long range. The cycles are meant to be repeated through twice, at least, and the second or third go around is when you will reap the most reward. I certainly saw this reward last year when my girls repeated Cycle 3 for the third time. So I'm excited to tutor Cycle One for the first time ever, knowing that my 1st grader will reap the rewards... when he's in 4th grade! Sweet second daughter may not remember more than a few history sentences from the year we used Cycle One at home (no CC group, and she was PreK.) The second time Cycle One came around was when the girls were in (gasp) public school. Why I did not have them review it at home is beyond me!? Maybe I was too busy helping them do homework.

Saturday, July 21, 2012

"There's no great loss without some small gain." Part II

My dear family, in Laura & Almanzo's front yard, Rocky Ridge Farm, Missouri

Now that we had returned to Oklahoma after a bittersweet segue to Michigan, we planned to enjoy a shorter road trip to the home of Laura and Almanzo Wilder in Mansfield, Missouri. I've quoted Ma Ingalls in my last blog because she's been on my mind lately, since we are reading On the Banks of Plum Creek as a family each night (alternated by Eric reading Prince Caspian.)

Caroline Ingalls intrepidly battled fear and famine in the isolated, cramped quarters of a dugout, an underground house. I can't help but look at her example and wonder if I would have been able to thrive in her circumstances when I struggle to be content in my cushy one-bedroom apartment on base. I may be a bit cramped, but I certainly am not isolated. And seriously, I have air conditioning! And free washers & dryers! I'm still spoiled beyond what my pioneer heroes would have believed.

I've been bugging Eric for this trip since I knew we would be in Oklahoma and he was very sweet about keeping the kids occupied so I could pour over ever detail of the museum and grounds. There was a little walking involved, and lots of neat details, my favorite being Pa's fiddle, which is practically a character itself in the Little House series.

This trip to the tiny town of Mansfield would have to be one of the "small gain" I have reaped from the loss of my home and comfort in Florida. As one friend put it, "If you gotta move several thousand miles away, make it a huge field trip, that's what I say."

Another treat for our family was staying in a cozy cabin at Mansfield Woods with all the amenities except TV and Internet! We weren't camping but you would have thought that we were really roughing it! "What, no Wii???" After exploring the Laura Ingalls Wilder Historic Home & Museum, we made our first ever family campfire (without the Gavilan boys' help) near the cabin and made S'mores.


The next morning we explored Hicks Cave, where Rose Wilder reportedly had to be rescued. The girls really loved this cave. It was such a beautiful, "untouched" place, unlike the only other cave they've explored at Carlsbad Caverns National Park, NM. Eric led this expedition because I wanted to stay out and journal, so they went as far as they could until immersion was unavoidable. Too bad we didn't have any more change of clothes, or they might have gone farther!
My adventurers! Hicks Cave, Missouri
Maybe these city kids will learn to survive in the wilderness of Alaska! We sure are going to have fun trying! This summer's planned and unplanned trips are certainly teaching us flexibility and resilience.

Monday, July 16, 2012

"There's no great loss without some small gain"

There has been alot to blog about the last couple weeks, but I just haven't had the heart to write.
My grandfather, "Opa" Dutch, passed away on June 26th to a bout of pneumonia. He was 84. We were all able to visit Michigan for the services and mini-family-reunion that occured as a result of his passing. There was just so much to think about surrounding his passing that I really don't think I could do it justice here. I don't even know how much I've processed, or if I ever will. To me, he's still alive, just in a different, unspeakably brilliant Place.

But as Ma Ingalls said, "There's no great loss without some gain" and I know the gain was some special times with my family. First of all, I was able to trek to Michigan with my brother John, so we had about 30 hours from Tulsa (where he flew to meet me) to Grand Rapids and back to talk. We caught up on the fourteen years since I had married and moved out. Thankfully, Mom was able to get to Michigan from the Middle East also.

We visited with my Dad and Sandi as well. It was comforting and sweet to see so many loved ones.