
Paige’s art contest entry for the Sahuarita Dance Center, which opens this week.

Paige’s art contest entry for the Sahuarita Dance Center, which opens this week.

I cancelled my Facebook account two weeks ago. And I don’t miss it a bit. The Facebook honeymoon, for me, was over very quickly. I re-connected with a few people that I haven’t seen in years, but I’m pretty sure I could have found them using other means.
I didn’t love the incessant flow of information… some of it very personal… on my screen. And then there was the scary spam that kept showing up from one of my “friends” on Facebook. I did not want whatever virus she was carrying! I am content with a handful of a few close friends and a yearly Christmas card from others.
I enjoy the blog experience much more because it’s deeper and I my faithful readers are few and cherished. I make it a rule to read just a handful of blogs and to visit in person with friends at least once a week.
But, to each his own. I’m sure Facebook will go on without me. And so will all 135 of my Facebook friends. People with different personalities than mine will continue to be very happy there. A good friend of mine said that Facebook gave her support and companionship at a level she could maintain. She was grateful for the means it gave her to feel supported by friends as she worked late at night. It’s really a testament to the fundamental need we have for connection with others. Facebook, for me, didn’t offer what I needed. It gave the impression of connection, but it was too superficial for my taste.
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Knowledge can be a burden. Knowing the needs and worries of so many people was also a burden for me. I regretted if I couldn’t meet someone’s need because of distance or time. Maybe you have felt that way, too. Sometimes we have to take a break from too much knowledge and focus on the people in our immediate circle.

We’ve been hard at work this afternoon, painting facial hair on the a pirate in the house, finding boots, hooks, armor, the right gloves and nail polish, hats, belts, and glitter. I just found Timothy crashed on the couch, the flier for the evening’s event serendipitously placed behind his exhausted body.
I wanted to show you how we make history fun and memorable. We start with a textbook (The Story of the World) and make outlines and learn general information, make maps, etc. Then we do projects. For Daniel, this usually means building something. For Paige, this usually involves some art. The idea is to gain a general knowledge of a historical time (such as WWII) and then take some time to learn about various aspects of the time using primary source documents, recipes, models, and articles. I let the children choose what they wish to study in more depth. I love Learning Through History Magazine. These offer great articles and project ideas. These are the sources Paige used in her study of WWII, minus the library books we have already returned:
We make a plan, based on what interests each child. Paige wanted to do a project about the women who worked at home, so we re-created this picture and put it on the cover of her folder. (It’s just a manila folder folded in 4ths.)
Inside, she displays her summaries, outlines, maps, reports, artwork, and other research from the time period:
Maps are neatly folded into envelopes; Photos are mounted; written work is typed and well-edited. The rose wreath is made from Sculpey clay in honor of the slain White Rose German resistance leaders. She wrote reports about Rosie the Riveter, the Nazi Olympics, the Rise of Hitler, Jesse Owens, A Day in the Life During WWII, The Kindertransport and the Atom Bomb. She wrote an outline describing the winding up scenes from WWII. In her literature study, she is working on Anne Frank The Diary of a Young Girl. We will probably put her book report in this folder, too.
Here’s her folder from WWI, completed last April:



I got this idea from someone else. I don’t know who invented the idea, but I think the concept of it is great. It feels good to see all the work the children have done about a civiliazation or a time period in a neat little package. This is good for older children. I like smaller projects for younger children. I’ll take some pictures of what the little ones do for history and post it sometime.
Preparing a poetry unit for November. I read this poem today. Loved it. Thought of many people who live these virtues. If you’re reading this blog, you’re likely one of them. Our family and friends are Wonderful People.
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream–and not make dreams your master;
If you can think–and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings–nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And–which is more–you’ll be a Man, my son!
The older set at church liked these shoes today:
I’m almost 35 and I feel comfortable in my shoes these days. (I Couldn’t resist a metaphor.)
In other news, Richard is off to speak in someone’s 2:30 sacrament meeting. Daniel and Timothy are preparing for the Primary program and I’m working on rechartering the Cub Scouts. The Church is True!

Once upon a time we lived in Austin, where the people are very friendly and there are restaurants everywhere. One of our favorites was Chuy’s which was unabashedly Tex-Mex. It was also Weird, as all good Austin restaurants should be.
I miss Chuy’s tomatillo sauce over a nice chimi. I tried to re-create Chuy’s sauce last night for dinner. I think it’s close, but I’m tellin’ all y’all, there’s no place like Texas.
Recipe invented by A.R., formerly of Austin, Texas
Saute the onion and garlic in oil until tender. Add the quartered tomatillos and saute for another 5-7 minutes. Add 1 c chicken broth and simmer for 5-10 minutes. Remove from heat and place mixture in a food processor or blender. Add cilantro, lime juice, jalepeno and pulse until very smooth. Finally, add the sour cream. It will be creamy and green and just right to pour over your chicken enchiladas or chimichangas or to use as a dip for your corn chips.
Now if Mr. Chubby Beak doesn’t make you smile, I don’t know what will.

No soccer league this year. Timothy plays once a week for an hour an a half at the park with Coach Pat and friends.
We like unscheduled evenings and Saturdays too much to sign up for soccer league.

Me, at Grandma Stewart’s in 1978.
This week we spent some time shopping a case lot sale to re-stock the pantry. We also went bargain hunting for produce through a bulk ordering process. When I do a bulk produce order, I don’t choose what I will receive. I just have to take what they give me. It makes life pretty interesting. I now have more vegetables in our refrigerator than I have ever had at one time. I even had 3 persimmons until I gave them away to our Chinese home teacher tonight. What does one do with 9 lemons? I’ve only ever used one at a time.
Our menu this week will include:
Sigh, this picture makes me wish I had bought a cherry red cupboard like Grandma’s from an antique store years ago in Austin.