We left home Thursday afternoon to get to Carrot River for the last day of school at Pasquia Hills Christian School. This wasn't only the end of a school term, it was the end of our granddaughter Tami's three years of teaching there. She has other plans for the coming fall and winter. We stopped … Continue reading The road home is always shorter
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A TALE OF THREE TEACHERS
I began Grade One in 1948 and graduated from Grade Twelve in 1959. The first few years were in a one room school and then we moved to a larger town where the school had two grades to a classroom. Most of our teachers did their job effectively and were the sort of persons we … Continue reading A TALE OF THREE TEACHERS
Songs of summer
Image by GeorgiaLens from Pixabay At 3:30 in the morning the melodious song of a brown thrasher is heard through our open bedroom window. He is up at the very first glimmer of day, but it's much too early for us to get up yet. He is the size of robin, with a much longer tail, shy about … Continue reading Songs of summer
School at home
It looks like children will have to learn at home at least until the end of April. Does that seem overwhelming? Here are a few thoughts that might make it easier. Begin the day with God. Read from the Bible and pray with your children. Children have more time in the day now, since they … Continue reading School at home
Learning to learn
It looks like parents will be teaching their children at home for awhile. Here is something to keep in mind: Education is not about teaching, it is about learning. And the great advantage that home-schooled children have is that they learn how to learn.
Gifts my mother gave me
The Nelson Gage Dictionary has this note about teaching: Teach emphasizes giving information, explanation, and training, by guiding the studies of the person who wants to learn. Every little child is a question box, wanting to learn about the world in which he finds him/her self. The questions become wearisome for parents. We don’t have … Continue reading Gifts my mother gave me
Boyhood fears
I was afraid of a lot of things as a boy, the two main ones being girls and dogs. Girls were different, mysterious; they didn't look, talk or act like boys. The thought of actually speaking to one crippled my mind and my tongue. Yet there was always a girl or two that I could … Continue reading Boyhood fears
Finding home
The factory where I found work made engineered rubber parts for the automobile industry. I was started on the press line, where rows of hydraulic presses produced vast quantities of rubber parts. The moulds were maintained at tempertures above 300° F to cure the rubber. I started when the weather was already hot and humid … Continue reading Finding home
Bunny blues
It was time to go back to school after the Easter vacation. I had put away my parka and winter boots. There wasn't but a tiny bit of green here and there, but the snow was gone, the road was dry. I crossed the highway and David came bouncing with excitement from the narrow pathway … Continue reading Bunny blues
No longer alone
It was a small wedding, just a few of our family and friends. I remember that we barely made it to the church on time and I remember when we signed our marriage certificate. My meory doesn't seem to have recorded anything else, but that's the important stuff anyway - we were there and we … Continue reading No longer alone
Flatlander Faith 