Good Morning!
The weekend has arrived!
Today’s header photo is from Roscuro.
On this day in 1782 the British navy won its only naval engagement against the colonists in the American Revolution at the Battle of Saints, off Dominica.
In 1833 Charles Gaylor patented the fireproof safe.
In 1877 a catcher’s mask was used in a baseball game for the first time by James Alexander Tyng.
In 1916 American cavalrymen and Mexican bandit troops clashed at Parrel, Mexico.
And in 1963 police used dogs and cattle prods on peaceful civil rights demonstrators in Birmingham, AL.
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Quote of the Day
“One rainy Sunday when I was in third grade, I picked up a book to look at the pictures and discovered that even though I did not want to, I was reading. I have been a reader ever since.”
Beverly Cleary
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Today is Vince Gill’s birthday. This will wake you up. 🙂
And it’s David Cassidy’s. So yeah, the Partridge Family.
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Wandering Views 
Everybody is welcoming spring.
I don’t remember when I discovered that reading was fun. But I remember the first book I read.
It was Black Beauty. Black Beauty was a horse, but that’s all I remember about the book. I got hooked on different genre at different times. The Hardy Boys mysteries when I was real young, then Mark Twain, and then Westerns. I got to contemporary and books early in life. God is My Copilot, and other books about the war when it was going on.
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Morning Chas.
I remember what a big deal it was to read a book without a picture on every page. That was reading older books!
With my son, I knew he could read, though I think it was only the end of first grade for him. We were taking a trip to the east coast and I was sorta home schooling. I had brought along Farmer Boy by Laura Ingalls Wilder. I asked him to just read the first chapter, which wasn’t long. That was all it took. And he was a reader and couldn’t stop.
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See Spot run.
It was probably around that time that I had a new skill that would enrich my life.
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When you read, “See Spot run,” can’t you see in your mind’s eye that dog running? Isn’t that fun? Picture books give clues about what is going on in the words, but the mind has to supply the action that matches up with the words.
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That is a pretty plant with yellow flowers. What kind of plant is it? My guess is a Canadian wildflower.
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Janice, I grew up on the Dick and Jane books. Had to learn phonics my fifth year of college. No one told me that letters had sounds.
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11:30pm on Saturday here and I need to get some sleep. I did the curriculum mapping for Term 1, so it is a start. I teach Bible and truly do think about what I want my class to know and understand about God, but have never written out my goals and objectives. Challenging
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One of the sixteen year olds expressed gratitude that we don’t allow cell phones. Some player came up to her at a track meet, handed her a piece of paper, said “text me”, and started to walk off. How rude is that? Anyway, she said no. He was stunned. She explained that she is not allowed a cell phone. He left. A bunch of girls came up to her and started talking with her and commending her on her stance. They were from his team so they knew him as a player. She recognized it from one of her brothers.
She was also glad for the karate training as a little guy kept tapping her on the head with his baton. She told him to quit. He wouldn’t. A girl on his team told her to quit. He wouldn’t. She did a karate twist of his arm that her teacher had taught her for just such a circumstance. He backed off, then did it again. She put his arm behind him and twisted some more. He stopped. That was a confidence builder for her. Not so sure about for him. Maybe lesson learned though.
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My earliest “for fun” reading were Beverly Clearly’s stories about Henry Huggins and Ribsy.
Interesting factoid about the “Dick and Jane” books- One of the authors, William S. Gray, was born and raised in a small Illinois town that now is part of the school district where I teach. I wonder if that is why so many of the students at my high school are readers. Probably not.
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I didn’t learn to read with the Dick and Jane books, as far as I know, but I liked them. I don’t remember learning to read; I just remember knowing how.
My first-grad teacher had a monthly reading contest. Every book we read, we wrote the name of the book and the author’s name, and we turned in the list, and the child who had read the most books got a free book as a reward. (The reward might not have always been a book, I’m not sure.) Well, I “lost” either the first month or the second month, I forget which, and after that I won every month. Rules were you couldn’t read the same book twice in the same month for credit, but you could reread it the next month. And since it was only first grade, there was no stipulation as to how long or hard the books could be. So I was reading books well below my ability for some of them, but reading avidly. My mom would sometimes tell me I’d read enough to win, now I can do something else. One month I read 146 books, or something like that.
I remember two of the books I won that year. One of them, and a replacement for the other, ended up being the two books I read most often in childhood, and as careful as I’ve always been with books, I wore out both. One was a book of animal photos and text, focusing on three different species and one habitat, done by Walt Disney, called True-Life Adventures. I bought myself another copy from ebay a couple years ago. The other, the teacher gave me a book about the Easter bunny, and Mom let me read the book and then replaced it with a copy of Heidi. (I think she handled that very wisely. She didn’t want the Easter bunny to be part of our home, but she knew it wouldn’t hurt me to read the book; then she replaced it with a book I’d like better, so I didn’t feel like I “lost” anything.)
That book Heidi took me a month to read for the first time; remember I was in first grade. Each time I reread it, I read it faster, till I got to where I could read it in a day. I don’t know how many times I read it. Eventually the spine covering fell off and the covers were loose.
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Dick and Jane. I can read. I liked Dick and Jane. Some of my children have read it and enjoyed it. Almost all of my children can read and love to read. The only hold out is the seven year old but I am optimistic that he is a late bloomer and when he does start reading, there will be no stopping him.
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I was part of the Dick & Jane & Spot crowd too. But my mom had me learning phonics way early.
When we were in elementary school (maybe 4th grade?) our class was reading a book — don’t have a clue what it was now — but I remember how surprised I was when my girlfriend from next door told me she envisioned herself as the lead character in the book and me as the sidekick. I told her, no-no-no, the lead character resembled me a lot more — SHE was in the supporting role in my mind.
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Janice, you are correct, the plant is a spring wildflower, one of the ones we discovered and protect from being mowed. It is called a ‘marsh marigold’. It grows in swampy areas – you can’t see it, but the ground around it is so saturated that if you stepped on it, your shoes would be filled with water.
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Good for her Mumsee. Sixteen is when lots of girls (and boys) start learning things the hard way. Experience is a tough and unforgiving teacher.
I couldn’t imagine Dick and Jane survived long enough for you people. I had them in the first grade in 1936. I failed the first grade because I couldn’t read. Next year (maybe before then) I taught myself phonics and sailed through.
I can’t understand the logic behind the look-say method of reading at all.
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I learned to read with the Dick and Jane reader when I was around five. My older siblings often said that it took me only one day to read. I can’t remember not being able to read (I have memories before the age of five, but none of them involve having to read). After rapidly finishing Dick and Jane, I went on to the other readers my mother had – Through the Green Gate, Up and Away, The Winding Stair, My World and I, and Shining Skies – just a sampling of the school readers which spanned the decades from the 1920s to the 1980s on our shelves. My parents still have most of them for the grandchildren to enjoy when they come to visit. Many of them had samplings from longer novels or non-fiction books, and I have spent the rest of my life, while reading many other works, finding and reading those books. When I was in Africa, the tiny library had several of the awarding winning children’s novels that had been sampled in the readers and I was finally able to finish the stories.
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I don’t remember learning to read. My older sister was and is an avid reader so I always thought reading was special thing. Nancy Drew books were my favourites until I discovered the Little House books, Lucy Maud Montgomery and Narnia.
I still remember the day my daughter discovered that there was actually an interesting story in what she read. She read many, many books for her grade one contest (similar to Cheryl’s), but one day it dawned on her that what she was reading made sense and was interesting and she couldn’t put down the book until she was done. Before that, she had apparently just been reading the words and not getting the full meaning of all the words together. Now she loves to read and steals my books (of course, she brings them back along with other ones she has acquired for me to read)
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I taught myself to read when I was four, frustrated my mother was busy with my (still) overwhelming brother and couldn’t read to me.
Dick and Jane were part of the curriculum, but it was phonics that opened the door. Once I started, I was off.
It probably helped that my father encouraged me. I’d snuggle up to him as he read the Wall Street Journal at night and beg him to find hard words for me to sound out. I loved the game. When he got tired of it, he sent me to bed. 🙂
We were dedicated library people (as I still am), and I remember the first time I owned a book. I got two for my seventh birthday (and a Barbie doll! What a bonanza!): The Hidden Staircase Mystery and Ozma of Oz. I’ve still got Ozma, in very poor shape, but I remember the pride of actually owning a book–writing my name in it!–for the very first time.
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Some of you commented the other day about my Thresher memories. I did write it up as a blog post and am having an interesting comments discussion with Andrew. Andrew , who is very wise, has a health problem that sent him to the hospital this week . . . If any of you would chime in, that would help, though it obviously isn’t necessary. Thanks.
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I remember not knowing how to read or write and watching my older sibs with adoration as they worked. And then I could read. We moved to town and walked to the library almost daily, checking out loads of books, reading them, returning them. What a privilege, to have a library available. Now, I don’t particularly like my children going to the library as there is so much trash available and a row of computers for playing games and facebook. Aw, well, they will survive. But we hope for so much more.
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I did not learn by phonics and used only a little of that in homeschooling. My son would read car tags at age two. When he was a bit older one day we were driving by an apartment complex and he read the word PARK on their sign. But he really took off on reading with The Golden Guide Book of Venimous Animals around age 5. He about memorized that book and moved through all their guide books. I really thought he would become a naturalist because he had great skill in identifying things in the natural world. It was fun for me learning so much alongside him. But he definitely learned to read by sight. My husband did, too, at age three with his mother using the little letter blocks and teaching him words from them. At one point I had those old letter blocks and turned some into ornaments for our Christmas tree.
Once during a children’s time at church the pastor asked,”What are mothers for?” and my son said,”Teaching their children to read,” Notice he did not say fixing delicious foods.” 🙂
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We made great use of the library when I was young and always did the summer reading program. And we did the same with my son going to some of the same county libraries I used when I was young. 🙂
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Beautiful flowers! Spring here for one more day…tomorrow…10 inches of snow expected….the wet heavy stuff…good for the forest floor…not complaining…but oh I was so getting use to the warm temps and fun walks with the doggies!
I fell in love with reading in the first grade…and it was my first grade teacher who encouraged that love. I learned to read with Dick, Jane, Sally, Spot and Puff….I have the reader from which I learned to read…I love to hold it, smell it and turn it’s pages… 🙂
I fell in love with the classics early on…Little Women, Great Expectations, Pride and Prejudice…Count of Monte Cristo…Crime and Punishment…and I love owning them. I was the first in line when the Bookmobile came to our neighborhood on Saturdays…what happy days those were!! (I can still recall how that bookmobile smelled…heavenly!)
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Writing the above inspired me to get out the old readers. I found the one I learned to read from, Off to School. It wasn’t ‘Dick and Jane’, but ‘Janet and John’, the Canadian version 🙂
My mother taught us phonics using a wonderful program with books and tapes. It was more of a spelling than a reading aid for me. She also had us do lists of spelling words as part of our work until we reached our teens, which was very good practice.
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NancyJill – I love the smell of libraries and bookstores. There was one bookstore in the capital in Gambia and it was the ultimate treat to be able to enter and smell that smell of home and comfort. When I came home, one of the places I made sure to revisit was the library.
I suppose the reason I get so nostalgic about libraries is due to the fact that I I spent several of my childhood years in the library. My mother took a part time job as an assistant librarian and as she was homeschooling us, we came too. She taught us how one should behave in a library and we spent hours between the bookshelves or in the backroom. We brought our schoolwork to do, but I confess I read more than I studied.
I always have done more reading than actual studying. I would get out the encyclopedia to do research for a project and end up reading the entire volume. I used to beat myself up for wasting so much time, but now I realize that I was learning the way I learn best. Reading everything gave me a foundation of general knowledge that helped to fill in the gaps that ATI caused in my education.
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I worked one summer in the county library and loved it. I later tried to get a job in a local library but had no success in even getting an interview. At the time I applied I got the feeling I might be a little too diverse for the system., meaning I am in the minority.
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Six year old has discovered that reading is fun. She used to read words, but she recently discovered that the words were telling a story and she loves to read. Same with twelve year old. She discovered it about three months ago. She had been struggling and struggling to make the sounds. And suddenly she found out that the stories were interesting. Now, she reads a lot. It is a huge breakthrough for her and we are delighted.
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Reading can open an entirely new world to a child.
I always liked to read. My mother liked that but my dad never did. He said I was a “bookworm”. I didn’t care.
My dad was a good man, but most of what I learned from him was what not to do.
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I think the single most important aspect of education is giving a child a chance to gain a love of reading.
My school was mixed in this regard. My first-grade teacher was great; and I remember my fourth-grade teacher (a woman) and my fifth-grade teacher (a man) still reading to us daily, and I think the earlier ones did too.
I also remember a book being taken away from me at recess because it was time to play. While I understand that somewhat, the reality was I had no one to play with, and not being allowed to read didn’t change that; it just made recess longer.
Our school library had two sections, one for “little kid books” and one for “big kid books.” Apparently it was supposed to be K-3 in one section and 4-8 in the other, but the librarian didn’t tell me that the year I was in second grade and checked out only interesting books, not baby books. As I began third grade, I went to the books I was used to reading and perused the shelf. The new librarian came over and asked what grade I was in. When I told her that I was in third, and she led me back to the little-kid section and told me I had to get all my books from there. She picked up a book at random (it seemed) off the shelf. It was a fairy tale, maybe Cinderella. She had me read the first page, and then said, “See, isn’t that a nice book?” I dutifully checked it out . . . but did not return to the school library for the rest of the year except to return the unopened book.
I also remember that each year the teacher had to learn anew that I was efficient in doing my homework. Each year something like the following happened: I would finish my classwork, then do my homework, then open the book I was reading. Each year a teacher would appear by my desk. “What are you doing?” “Reading.” “You’re supposed to be working on the assignment on the board.” “I finished it.” “Let me see it. . . . OK, it looks good. Go ahead and get started on your homework, then.” “I finished it too.” “Let me see it.” At this point the teacher would sometimes assign a couple of extra questions to “save face,” but she learned not to challenge me when I was reading a book, understanding it meant I was caught up on my work.
At home I read everything I could get my hands on, even the encyclopedia and the dictionary. That was a more important foundation to my education than the schoolwork was.
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I around the weather is so wonderful we have been enjoying the day. Errands, yard work, cooking fresh vegetables. A good day so far.
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Mumsee, it is so neat to see that realization dawn – this is a STORY!
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I’m getting the books organized in my classroom, making them more available for the students.
We would go to the library as a family and check out 50 books. I read everything my children read, to keep up on their reading. The youngest wanted us to read to her, especially the Calvin and Hobbes comic books. When we got home from the library the house was so quiet as we were all reading. Since no one would read to her the youngest had to learn to read.
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Our godson came to visit one summer before we too him camping with us to Alaska. We stopped at the library to get some books to take with us, and the boys all found Tintin books. D had never heard of the books before and after one glance they insisted on reading rather than going into the commissary with me.
There were three of them, we were on a military base, so I left them in the sunshine with Tintin. I’ve always savored the memory of coming out of the grocery store with the youngest boy and finding the three sitting on a bench laughing over the adventures of that red haired adventurer and his dog Snowy.
And how fun they shared their love of a series with a pseudo-relative who loved to read as much as they did. They must have been 11, 10 and 9.
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I disliked Dick and Jane. They bored me to tears. I could not understand why we had to keep on seeing those boring charts and reading such simple things day after day. I was thrilled to leave them behind.
I remember walking to the public library one summer with my younger brother. It was before I was in second grade. We walked for several miles of city blocks to get there. We both checked out scads of books and walked all the way home where we were scolded by my mother for wandering so far from home without telling her. Today the mom would have had the police out, no doubt.
I also remember my Aunt ordered beginner books by Dr. Suess etc. for her children. I would read them whenever we visited and was very jealous.
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lovely, sunny, Sunday morning here. Off to the English service
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My mom taught us phonics whenever a need for it came up. She taught my brother to read using that method. The school teacher told her he would never learn to read. My mom was furious and did prove her wrong.
I made a cloth book for my oldest daughter. It had snaps to hook, buttons to close and open, shoelaces to tie etc. It also had a page with just the alphabet. The letters were stenciled on the page and then Velcro was sewed on each letter. I made letters from double felt glued together and the other side of the Velcro was sewed to each letter. She loved to pull off each letter and then put them back. Of course, I or her dad would tell her what letter each was as we helped her put them back in the right spot.
One day one was on the floor and I asked her to put it back in the book. She asked me if I meant a certain and letter. That was my first indication she knew them. I tested her and she knew them all. She was 18 months old. She learned to read without really being formally taught at all. Reading to her over and over, especially alphabet books and ones that stressed letter sounds was all it took. Since she was my oldest, it all seemed very natural to me.
I am glad all my daughters enjoy reading and my grandchildren do, too.
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I have some tulips up by the side of the house. My daffodils and crocuses are under at least a foot and a half of snow yet. It is nice to see the cow slips in the pictures. Ours will not be out for awhile yet.
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I do wonder if some have to sight read as they cannot do phonics. As mentioned before, seven year old cannot count to five but he can do math, using a ruler. He does not seem to be able to retain the letter sounds, but maybe he is not yet interested. He keeps a lot of facts in his brain, and a lot of past events. He remembers all sorts of things. His twelve year old sister appears to sight read, and though she knows phonics, his six year old sister does as well. I suspect the other two do as well. Sounding things out can happen but does not seem to be as natural for them. Is it English as a second language? Or something else? I don’t know, but they do read, other than seven year old, and they enjoy it.
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Mumsee, my younger brother is extremely smart, but he was late at learning to read. His teachers tried through phonics, and Mom said that just didn’t work with him, so she taught him at home. Later she realized that he was probably dyslexic. He still can’t spell well and his handwriting looks like that of a child, but he’s very smart, well-read, and has a respectable vocabulary.
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I think I learned to read in 1st grade with the Dick and Jane series. Maybe we were supposed to learn in kindergarten, since my report card always had a red star for reading (the lowest grade- gold was best, green was better than red, and I don’t remember what the other colors were). I do remember once when I was four riding in the car and trying to impress everybody by “reading” a road sign (I think it was a yellow warning of some kind). I said, “Look at that sign. It says, ‘Cars go fast!'” I don’t know if anyone was impressed because everybody laughed.
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As for teaching the alphabet, a fun thing I did in teaching preschool was to make a Cookie Monster character and then let the children decorate “cookies” that had letters on them. The cookies were then put out on the floor and Cookie Monster would be hungry for a particular letter the children would have to find. They all evemtually got to feed Cookie with one or two letters. They loved that. A very happy memory from the three-yesr-old class.
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I always wondered as a preschool teacher if it would be better to teach letter recognition using the sound of the letters rather than the name of the letters. I had heard Montessori taught them by sound and I knew that was suppose to be an excellent program. But I was not told to teach letters by sound so I just taught by sight. We made alphabet books with their art work for them to take home at year end so they could review “their” letters over the summer.
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My neighbor does those things with the seven year old. She has him come over most Thursdays so he can watch Sponge Bob because the seven year old belly laughs and that cheers her up. I am not a fan of Sponge Bob. Or of children watching cartoons, but I am a fan of relationships and they have a good time together so he goes. And she tries special letters of all sorts with him, but he is just not there yet. She made him a special alphabet book, I do phonics with him, and several early learning books, but it is just not there. Maybe in a year or two. Maybe tomorrow, who knows with him.
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I agree with Mumsee, some learn one way and some another. That is why we do both in my class. Work on sight words as some words cannot be decoded and also on phonics.
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Jo, I remember my confusion over the word island when I first encountered it in reading since I knew the smaller words “is” and “land.” Reading by sight only can make for some interesting errors in pronunciation.
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All I remember is that I was in the second grade when I realixed I could read a newspaper. Does that mean newspapers are written at a second grade level?
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No worries, I’m not offended.
It’s 8th to 12th grade level, actually
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English does not make much sense at all. Interesting being here as we are developing phonetic alphabets for languages that are not written. yet Englsih is so difficult.
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49 🙂
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50 (if Jo can be trusted).
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trusted! me, of course. I use the auto count at the top of the page, I don’t count the entries.
Not like some others who tend to make up their own fantasy numbers. 🙂
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Good morning Jo.
It’s Palm Sunday.
Jesus presented himself to Israel as their king.
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Mornin’, Chas. Good evening, Jo.
My trip to visit my niece was a success. We had a very good time together. I’m so glad I have such a supportive and competent husband that I was able to go without any worries.
My mother read to us a lot. All five of us were reading before we started kindergarten. I don’t remember learning to read–but I’ve always been an avid reader. I attended a classical elementary school that taught phonics intensively. We used The McGuffey Readers–the same books Laura Ingalls used! My eldest didn’t learn to read until mid-first grade. I was worried but she now reads faster than I do and her comprehension is wonderful. She thoroughly enjoys reading and always has a couple of books going. Becca learned in kindergarten and is now reading on a third grade level (she started this year on a first grade level). But, she doesn’t seem to enjoy reading and rarely does it for pleasure. I hope she will begin to like it more once her eye issues are resolved. They still tire pretty quickly (after about ten pages, she finds it increasingly difficult to focus, with the letters “moving” on the page, due to her convergence insufficiency).
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Cheryl: We moved from Houston to Bandera when I was in third grade. I was so far ahead (I moved from private to public school), that I honestly don’t think I was presented any new material until junior high. Consequently, I always finished my work ahead of my classmates. I’d pull out a book and start reading and the teacher would chastise me. I’d explain that I’d already completed the assignments. At first, she thought I was lying–saying it wasn’t possible. Finally, she left me alone. I remember that we were multiplying and dividing fractions at the end of second grade at St. Thomas. At the beginning of third grade, they were just beginning their multiplication facts. That was a very long, boring year…
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Donna, when I worked in TV I wrote short segments for the children’s block along with PSAs, show promos and other spots for the regular programing. One day I ran across a computer program that would rate the grade level of a script. I was surprised to see that my children’s scripts were rated higher than my regular stuff.
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I used to know how to grade level a book. Something to do with the number of words and the number of syllables in a sentence.
I knew nothing when I started Kindergarten. Both my parents read, but they didn’t read to me. I remember learning the sounds the letters made in Kindergarten. I remember concentrating to remember which Cat in the Hat hat was which color. I learned to read in 1st grade. From 7th through 11th grade I worked in the school library with Mrs. Willie Gaudalocke. Because of her I wanted to study library science, but never attended a school that offered it and later was discouraged from doing so because there just weren’t enough positions.
As you know I consume books. I read to BG, but she is more like her father’s family. They don’t read for pleasure.
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As you know, I did not make it through college, but guess what? I did not attend kindergarten either! And yet, I am a reasonably functional adult…
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Mumsee: Both of my parents attended Rice University, but they married after my mom’s sophomore year. My dad was in the navy and stationed in California, so my mom never finished. It’s always bothered her that she doesn’t have a degree. She’s said many times that she wished she would’ve completed her degree and then married. But, my folks began dating when she was sixteen and my dad was nineteen, so they’d already been dating for four years and my dad didn’t want to wait any longer. She knew she wanted to marry him, but had a different timeline in mind.
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I dropped out the freshman year, because I did not want to be there. I did not understand the system and had no desire to learn it. I met my husband later, got engaged in five days, and married six months later. I have had zero regrets and encourage my children to go or not go, up to them and what they want to do with their lives. I have met a lot of ding bat college grads and some very smart college grads. I have met a lot of ding bat high school drop outs, and some very bright ones. I believe it is way overrated but useful for some and very hazardous for others.
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Mumsee: Well said! I concur! College is a huge waste for some people and unnecessary for others. I just loved school– so much that I went back for a master’s degree after working for two years. But, I do not think a degree guarantees intelligence, nor does a lack of one suggest stupidity.
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Beautiful Palm Sunday service!
It was our first Sunday to go to a 10:30 service. It makes for an early beginning for the Sunday School teachers, but I think I will like it. My friend backed out of attending. Maybe after Easter.
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I hope those who want to go to college will be able to and that others will find good alternative paths.
I have known those ladies who were given the choice of receiving a car or having their education paid for. Some chose the car and later regretted it. I hope parents today are not still offering the choice because one sounds like fun and the other like work as in more years in the school grind.
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Were You There When They Crucified My Lord was the closing song. I couldn’t find the Roy Acuff version I love so much so this one will have to do,
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I don’t remember Roy Acuff singing that.
Did Johnny Cash write it? I really can’t remember anyone else singing it. Though on the 12 selections, Willie sings it.
You’ll have to admit John has terrific backup.
😉
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My iTunes account has disappeared and my CD’s are packed away so I questioned myself, but I found it!
http://www.last.fm/music/Roy+Acuff/_/Were+You+There+When+They+Crucified+My+Lord
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http://www.rdio.com/artist/Roy_Acuff/album/Roy_Acuff%27s_Greatest_Hits/track/Were_You_There_When_They_Crucified_My_Lord/?apSource=t3089447
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According to my quick research Were You There is an old Negro Spiritual. No author noted.
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I’m beginning to remember the part about it being a spiritual.
I couldn’t open the Acuff link. I thought I had heard all of his songs, but I don’t remember that.
I’m not surprised that he would do it.
But it isn’t his style.
🙂 It may sound odd hearing me be surprised that there might be something by Roy Acuff that I haven’t heard. But that was my genre when I was young.
There probably isn’t any thing out by Acuff, Hank Snow, Hank Williams Eddie Arnold, etc. that I haven’t heard.
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Chuck can probably say, “There isn’t anything out by the Beetles that I haven’t heard”. And I would believe it.
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It is good when a teacher can use several different methods to teach reading. Everyone is different. My oldest was put in a reading group a grade ahead. That worked out fine. She missed out on the formal phonics, but her regular teacher realized that and made sure she could also learn that with her regular class. I appreciated that teacher so much. She was so upbeat and adaptable. She was a real cheerleader for all the students. She created a classroom where the whole class was encouraged to help each other ‘catch up’ when it was needed.
My daughter was very disappointed, a couple of grades later, when the teacher used one of the girls as a bad example. This student had been put back a grade and the teacher was trying to motivate others to keep up. I understood what she was trying to do, but I also know how children can jump all over that type of thing. I called the teacher and she was very defensive about it. I have no idea, if it made her think about what she was doing or not. My daughter was quite offended for the student, who was used as an example. She happened to be one of the younger ones in the classroom. That can make a big difference.
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Mentioned in our sermon this morning:
RC Sproul was asked: My friend doesn’t believe in sin, how can I get through to him that sin is real?
Sproul: “Steal his wallet.”
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Monday morning and I need to go to market.
The curriculum mapping is done and emailed in!
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When I worked at a religious radio station (some non-Christian religious programming mixed in with some good preachers) we had an old record with Marion Anderson singing “Were You There”. I wish I had it now.
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I agree with Mumsee on the college thing. Our school is beginning to realize that not all our students are college material and it is working to bring more vocational education into the curriculum. Aome of the factories are supporting it as their workforce is made up of people getting ready to retire and they’ll need the laborers.
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And noe I can claim 75!!
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fifty seven!
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Several years ago I visited my former high school here in town and found out it is now really big into vocational training. Seems they were training hairdressers and automotive. At one point my jigh school was the one in the county with the most different nationalities, the ultimate in the melting pot. It was not that way when I was there. It was near a synagogue so there was a jewish population combined with WASPs and a minority of black students. Now all those groups are probably minorities given the foreign element.
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Hello to Jo. Our sleep/wake cycle is all tax season crazy right now. Bosley thinks it’s great to have her peeps wide awake at 3:00 am.
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My pet rock didn’t wake me. It’s just that time. Waiting for ol’ slowpoke.
The local weather man says there’s lots of cold air in Canada and it’s coming down.
Freeze warnings for Wed. morning & Thursday.
Seems like winter isn’t over yet.
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I have been just goofing off for the past half hour or so. My outdoor chores are done, breakfast laid for the little folk, what more to do with the rest of my day? Eat bonbons and watch soap melt, I suppose. Yesterday it was watching the willows leaf out down at the creek. Amazing how much growth happens in one day.
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