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I love it when I can post and take a little journey at the same time.
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This little tin has been with me for roughly 20 years. For most of that time (in the old house), it sat in the large built-in china cupboard, and it held birthday candles. It's been poked away since we've moved. When I was trying to organize and find room for my middle daughter's belongings, I found it again. *
I opened it expecting to find it full of birthday candles. I was half correct.
It also holds some of the language cassettes I used when I home-schooled my daughters; we had workbooks to go with the Spanish and German cassettes.
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What great memories this evokes.
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Amy was taught at home for 6 years, Molly 4 and Libby just 2. They were wonderful students, always eager to learn and excited to do projects. I had some regular curriculum that I'd follow. But a lot of lesson plans were based on the girls interests with the younger girls receiving a scaled-down version of the same. Because Amy was older, it was easy to see where her interests lay; and Molly loved doing projects of any kind; Libby just wanted to be part of it all.
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We studied Egypt in ancient history one year and made sandals out of cardboard and jute and a model of an Egyptian house. We read Little House on the Prairie and built a small log cabin and baked biscuits. And when we studied French, we did fashion as part of our history lesson and made crepes. We took home movies and the girls dressed up and acted out various stories they'd learned. Every year, there was a Science and Art Fair put on by the provincial Home-Schooling Association. (My girls were never science orientated but often won a ribbon for their art work.)
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I loved teaching my kids. I stopped because when my marriage was breaking up, I found that I wasn't giving it my best. And my girls deserved the best teaching they could get.
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Ahhh! Another walk down memory lane!
And another reminder that I ain't as young as I used to be!
A journey of exploration and discovery of who I am becoming during the aging process. A great big bang-up HURRAH! that I'm alive. A lot of talk about sundry and miscellaneous stuff & nonsense that may or may not have relevance; they may not even make sense (remember, I'm menopausal!). But I'm hoping they'll be fun.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
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Ahh...the not as young as we used to be syndrome...it's a tough one...
That tin is adorable and what a trip down memory lane it evoked! :)
Blessings,
Cindy
Oh sweetie, I just tell everyone I'm not gettin' older just better! Heehehe, ya think I'm foolin' any one but myself?
Your little read tote is just precious. Who knew it was filled with memories?
God bless ya and have a wonderful Wednesday!!!
Memories of times with your kids are always the most precious!
It sounds like you were an awesome teacher. Good job mom!
WoW, how wonderful... Your children are very Lucky to have you! Getting older is just a number, with experience..:0)
I've always found that home schooled children were always the smartest! They get that great one on one attention, and they learned so much more than the kids at school. And they did awesome projects too!
Love that tin basket. It needs to be out on display now, all the time!
Happy REDnesday,
Carol
I love walks down memory lane too.
It sounds like you did some amazing things with your kids!!!! It is more meaningful I think when you can "experience " a little bit of what you are trying to learn.
cute little red tin box.
What wonderful memories that tin box holds for you. As far as age goes I always like to think that the best is yet to come! Hold the good thoughts!
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