Dad School

Mom did most of the school with us, but Dad was in no means out of the picture. Dad is quiet and reserved around most people, usually choosing to read a book in the corner rather than engage in conversation. But at home he brought Joy in love to our home. His contribution to our school started in tickle tackle, a game in which we stood at one end of the room and he sat at the other. He would then ask us age appropriate questions, like what color is your shirt or count to 10, and when we got it right we would run across the floor and tackle him, pushing him over. Often after the tackle we would suffer under tickling hands, but we took that as fair play and laughed and laughed.

Dad with us on vacation

As we got older dad Did math with us. In the evening he would give us problems for us to do out of our Saxon math books. The next day he would pass us off on the problems we got correct and give us new one. Wrong answers we had to repeat until we got them right. I had one problem for over two months, not wanting help and I couldn't figure it out. Finally my loving Dad sat down with me and helped me solved it.

And finally there was official "Dad School" summer times mom got a break and we got assignment from dad. One I particularly liked was writing short stories we would write a story, dad would find the spelling errors and then next day we had to use the words we spelled wrong in the story. This led to some very interesting tales.

Dad also instilled in all of us a passion for singing. He would go around the house belting show-tunes and songs from the 30's and 40's. Frank and Danny Kay became our real good friends. We would laugh hartily at Spike Jones and Smothers Brothers. It is from Dad that we got our sense of humor, he was always making the most ridiculous jokes and comments. At the beginning of the new year we would be sure to hear him say "this is the best dinner I've had all year"

It is only now that I am older that I realize how increadible brilliant Dad is. He always new the answer to all my questions. I only remember once him not knowing the answer to a question I asked and it was such a shock I still remember the question I asked him who invented the microwave. Who expects anyone to know that off the top of their head.

Now this is just turning into a rant about how much I love Dad, but he deserves it, Dad if you're reading this I love you, you're the best dad a girl could ever ask for.

Liberation

The greatest liberation for me about being home-school was not spending very much time on what I envisioned as "school". After spending a year in a class room, with a teacher I didn't like, with no friends, and only three recesses (which i didn't really care for anyway). Taking me out of school was like giving me wings. I felt like I was going from a alphabet poster prison to eternal freedom. I know we did school, because I remember mom threatening to send me back to school if I didn't do it, and I have vague memories of workbooks, but what I mostly remember is the freedom I had to learn and explore.

I spent hours in my room doing crafts, inventing knew games, and, well, making an all around mess. I would make cookies for math doubling the recipe so I had to deal with fractions. I spent time with my mom as she read to me my favorite books. I would go down to the basement get on mom's sewing machine and make silly little things to my hearts content.

I amused my self by orchestrating productions for me and my siblings to be in. I spend hours building creations with legos. I would use scraps of fabric drapeing them in every which way to become super heroes.

Every time I had a passion Mom would find something to expand upon it. Whether it be books, or classes, or supplies.

Yes home school was my Liberation

Devotional

If I was to pick one thing that impacted me the most about being home-schooled it would be devotional.

I heard my mom say one day that the only way she could make it successfully throughout the day was with devotional. And now that I am older with my own kids I can see what she meant. There is nothing like starting out the day singing praises to God.

Mom would play her guitar and we would dance and sing

"sing praises to God sing praises"
"our God is an awesome God"
"King of kings and Lord of lords, glory Hallelujah"

Never once did I not want to do devotional, which is saying something, because there were many times I didn't want to do other school things.

Here are the lyrics to my favorite song. This is written from memory but the autor is Larry Norman.

The outlaw

Some say he was an outlaw, that he roamed across the land
with a band of unschooled ruffians, and a few old fisherman
No one knew just where he came from or exactly what he'd done
but they knew it must be something bad just to keep him on the run

Some say he was a sorcerer a man of mystery
He could walk appon the waters he could make the blind man see
He conjured wine at weddings did tricks with fish and bread
Spoke of being born again raised people from the dead

Some say a pollination that he spoke of being free
he was followed by the masses on the shores of Galilee
he spoke against corruption and he bowed to no degree
but they feared his strength and power so they nailed him to a tree

Some say he was the son of God a man above all men
That he came to be a servant to save us all from sin
Now that's who I believe he is because of what I've seen
If we follow his example some day we'll be like him



We were taught during these time to write our own praise music. Mom wrote a piece of music that is still one of my favorites, and i wrote my one and only ditty about Jesus and while I can't remember the words to the ditty I remember enjoying the process immensely.

Because of devotionals I will always praised God with all my heart.

How it all started - for us at least

Mom told herself that she would never 1) write a book 2)have a baby at home and 3) home school her kids. The last of which led to the other two. I think the idea came with our crazy neighbors. Considered unusual by most standards a family that didn’t eat sugar, made their bread from scratch, had babies at home, and were planning on giving their children a home education. She was a smart sophisticated woman who planned on making millions one day, and he was the stern, hardworking, independent type. They had 3 beautiful children 4, 2, and 1 which was great match for my family with me being 4 and my sister being 2.

Making cake with my mom

I have just vague memories of that apartment but it was a joyous time, playing in the yard, making cake with our mothers, playing dress up, and other wonderful things. These are fleeting fuzzy memories for me, but for my mother this time was setting the ground work for a transformation that would forever alter my family’s life. She was getting to know these strange neighbors who were wonderful kind people whom my mother came to know and love.

In front of our apartment

When I was six we moved into a new house, and a new school, I had the year before attended a private school at a local university, and was now repeating kindergarten, not because I needed to but because the school would not let students as young as I into 1st grade. I had a wonderful kindergarten teacher who cared deeply about her students. I was always the first student to complete my work, which I loved because she who finished first got to pick her toys first. Although school was easy I enjoyed it, I had a best friend in my class, a great teacher, a fun play ground, heck I even had a boyfriend for a day, life was good.

My first grade class (yes I don't look very happy)

Then first grade rolled around, my new teacher was mean not just to me but to all of her students, my best friend had moved, and school was still too easy but now there wasn’t any play room to go to when I was finished, I had to sit at my desk and wait for the other students to finish. I have always had a fairly good attitude about life so even at 7 I didn’t complain but my parents could see a marked change in me. I was mopey, and unmotivated at home. I didn’t smile as much and spent more time alone in my room. At school I felt alone, and disconnected. I didn’t have any friend, and although I don’t remember being teased, I felt rejected by my peers. At recess I would wander the playground alone wishing that there was someone who would play with me, but there never was.

It was after this year that my mom remembered our odd neighbors from our old house and decided to home school. So instead of sending my sister to kindergarten and me to 2nd grade my mom my somewhat unqualified mom (at least in the eyes of experts) started our grand home school adventure.