Saturday, August 20, 2011

Morning Time: January 2011

There is something gloriously wonderful about getting back on schedule after a long break. Our first week after the break we did not do MT. To be truthful the holidays are anything but a break for me. I love them but when the steady stream of company leaves I am exhausted. I need a real break but January is not the time. January is the time for making time. So we take one week to just get up and get our lists done and then we add in MT the next week.

In making out this sheet I got pretty excited. New composer: Vivaldi. I love Vivaldi. I mean I LOVE Vivaldi. New artist: Durer. I was tempted to stay on Monet but hey, I like Durer a lot and he is an artist the boys can appreciate:

New Plutarch: Romulus It has been a while. A long while.
Shakespeare: Hamlet. Hamlet is important and the children are beginning to be familiar with the play. There are lots of options to watch it from Mel Gibson to David Tennant

Bible: Continue working on I Peter 5:5-11
Read 1 Proverb daily and discuss
Shorter Catechism Question of the Day

Books of the OT
Books of the NT
Romans 6
Psalm 15
I Corinthians 13

The Star-Spangled Banner
These Things are True of You
To God be the Glory
Trust and Obey
Unbounded Grace

Sea Fever by John Masefield
I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking.

I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.

By John Masefield (1878-1967).
(English Poet Laureate, 1930-1967.)

Keep a Goin'
Be Strong
How Did You Die?

Opportunity by Edward Sill
(Which I must share in full every time I mention it since it is superb.)

HIS I beheld, or dreamed it in a dream:--
There spread a cloud of dust along a plain;
And underneath the cloud, or in it, raged
A furious battle, and men yelled, and swords
Shocked upon swords and shields. A prince's banner
Wavered, then staggered backward, hemmed by foes.
A craven hung along the battle's edge,
And thought, "Had I a sword of keener steel--
That blue blade that the king's son bears, -- but this
Blunt thing--!" he snapped and flung it from his hand,
And lowering crept away and left the field.
Then came the king's son, wounded, sore bestead,
And weaponless, and saw the broken sword,
Hilt-buried in the dry and trodden sand,
And ran and snatched it, and with battle shout
Lifted afresh he hewed his enemy down,
And saved a great cause that heroic day.

Misc. Memory:
Civics Question of the Day

Presidents Bee
Bill of Rights 6-9

Read Alouds:
America Moves Forward
Johnny Tremain

Johnny Tremain
The Marsh King by Walter Hodges

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