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Sunday, August 21, 2011

Tallgrass by Sandra Dallas


The location of a new Japanese internment camp is just outside a small town in Colorado at the time of Pearl Harbor. The citizens of the town of Ellis are in an uproar. Most of the towns’ people, caught up in the tide patriotism that grips communities in the midst of a national crises and are suddenly very prejudiced against the Japanese even though most have never actually seen a Japanese person except for the exaggerated cartoon characters so common in the in the local newspaper. But the farmers of Ellis are hurting, their men and boys going off to war, girls who are old enough are off to work in factories. There is not enough help to plant the fields. There is worry about the harvest, if the fields do get planted. In a desperate and courageous move a few residents reach out to the relocated Japanese American citizens at Tallgrass Interment camp and hire them to help plant and harvest. Since her father is one of the men who has hired the Japanese Rennie can see, first hand, the sudden change of attitude of many of her neighbors and is subjected to harsh treatment that she finds hard to understand. When a local girl is murdered, fear grips the entire community and all eyes are on the camp at Tallgrass.
The author weaves a picture of the state of the union, the condition of a small town and the idiosyncrasies of a family all through the eyes of a little girl. The daily grind of farm life, hardships and family problems, taking place during a time of national unrest, gives Tallgrass a believable backdrop. Set in southwest Colorado, there are many names and places that will be familiar, which always makes a story interesting and fun to read.



Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Rural America

There is something to be said about living in a very rural community. Most folks are very friendly and we get to know each other by bumping into each other at the post office or at church. Over time we learn a little about families and farms, jobs and hobbies. We lend a hand when we can - and there is always a hand ready to help if we need it. We watch out for each other - and stay out of each others' way. There is an undeniable sense of independence that is both respected and revered. And -- there is mail delivered to your PO Box even if the sender isn't sure how to spell your last name or know what your box number is. Sometimes we even get mail on a federal holiday. (sshhhhh -don't say a word!) This is one of the things I love about living in a very small town. It is one of the things that I will miss when regulatory agencies finally get wind of our free spirited, bureaucracy free ways. But I will take this little nugget of rural living and cherish it as long as I can.

Saturday, August 13, 2011

The Glass Castle


Janette, or Mountain Goat, as she is lovingly called by her father, begins her story at the beginning of her memory. As a small child her view of life is one of adventure – and that it is. Always moving because FBI operatives or the Gestapo were hot on their trail (which turned out to be bill collectors or the some branch of law enforcement) and living in very interesting places (sometimes abandoned buildings) was something that was normal. She grew up adapting to spontaneous travels to new towns, learning from her father about the land and the stars, and learning on her own new ways to find food, comfort and shelter in very unconventional ways. Both of her parents were intelligent but obviously common sense was not something either was endowed with. Her mother was, when she chose to work, a teacher – but more naturally a free spirit who obviously suffered from depression. And who wouldn’t be a little depressed with four young children and a very intelligent, alcoholic husband, who could never keep a job. As Jeanette gets older the family’s situation continues to deteriorate. As a teenager, the goal of escaping the dysfunction and poverty, that she could plainly see was not necessary, became a priority. Her story becomes one of personal strength and perseverance, dreams turned into reality. The ambition and fortitude with which she and her siblings develop and execute their plan to improve their life is incredible. You will enjoy some humorously told stories of childhood and some pathetic tales of kids being senselessly denied basic needs.
The Glass Castle, a memoir by Jeanette Walls, will prick your conscious but you will no doubt applaud Janette and her brother and sister for breaking the mold of dysfunction and creating a new way of life.

Friday, August 12, 2011

What came first.....?















Well - If you look back at the post on Sunday, April 10, you will see "The Flock". We have pampered and coddled these little hens. David has built a fortress to keep them safe from any predators. Four months later, on August 8th, one of the girls layed their first egg. I was so excited! David actually found two eggs in the nesting boxes and left them there so I could "find" them when I came home from work. I have tried for the last few mornings to find out who is presenting us with these beautiful gems but I have been unsuccesfull. When I go out just as soon as it is light enough to see there are no eggs. So I feed and water and tell the girls to be good and when I come home from work -- TaDaah!-a treasure awaits!

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Wild Turkeys!




Chris and I have the pleasure of helping a friend of ours out with her yard work once a week. She has a beautiful cottage up in the hills and a wonderful yard. One of the many amazing things that happens there is she gets all sort of wild animals coming through her property. Yesterday it was two mother turkeys and their four babies. It was a really nice little visit from these guys. These are images of her feeding them, the little ones were still a little put off by someone throwing food at them, so the were hiding, but it was still fun!

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Great Day for a Thrift Day!


I was ecstatic when I saw these at a thrift store today. Not only do I love vintage books (well, vintage everything really) but it was a complete set with amazing color. I LOVE the two tone people at the bottom, and turns out there are actually some good stories inside. Double yes! And Christopher was pretty happy when he found a vintage leather chair and ottoman. So everyone was happy on the last day of summer break.

Monday, August 8, 2011

Lab 33

Another fun drawing activity to spur on your creativity. In this lab you are supposed to listen to music or books on tape or a podcast and doodle absentmindedly until it is how you like it. I drew this on some packaging that was on a birthday present from my cousin.




Sunday, August 7, 2011

Quote of the Day

"There is no boat, plane, train, or car that can take you as far away as art."
- Chris' T-Shirt



I think I am going to put this on my classroom door.


Saturday, August 6, 2011

Hatching the Moth





About a month ago Maryhanna (our neighbor) pulled a huge green caterpillar out of her flower garden and was going to squish it so it didn't eat her plants. Having never had a big beautiful garden before, I had never seen such a thing. I mean, that sucker was 4 inches long, bright green and as fat as my index finger. It had this awesome Alice in Wonderland quality about it and I was not going to have it destroyed. So Chris and I, of course, rescue the caterpillar from it's demise. (Besides, we had just recently purchased a bug "house" from the thrift store just in case.) So we made a little home for him and he lived there happily eating stolen primroses from Maryhanna's side of the fence for about a week. He then ran around in circles (as fast a caterpillar can run) for a day and half, buried himself under the dirt and sat in a chrysalis stage for I would say a good 3 1/2 weeks. (We kept poking him to see if he was still alive.)

2 days ago he emerged from his humble abode and became a beautiful fluttering....... moth. Interesting though! It was fun while it lasted.

Friday, August 5, 2011

Lab 6








Drawing Lab for Mixed Media Artists by Carla Sanheim has quickly become my favorite book. It is a compilation of 52 drawing exercises. Lab six was to one dog, one pose, 20 times using a chisel tipped marker on notecards.

I used the picture of Max that my mom posted further down on this site. It was really interesting to see what I concentrated on the most and what I didn't mind leaving out. A great exercise for anyone!




Thursday, August 4, 2011

Apricot Jam with Maryhanna



My next door neighbor is 84 years old. She has lived in her house since she was 14 when she came to live with her grandmother. There is so much beautiful history there and I love to hear her stories.

This morning I had the pleasure of canning apricots and apricot jam with her. It was probably one of the most delightful times I have had in a while and the jam is delicious!

52 Projects

Project #51

Ask your Grandparents to tell you some stories. Make sure to document these stories, either in writing, or on a digital audio or video file.

check.


My Grandma Latva, whom have corresponded though letters my whole life, and I have not seen each other in years. My wedding was the last time I saw her and anyone who is married knows that your wedding is not really a time for you catch up with people you haven't seen for a long time. The last time I went to visit her I was 18, I believe. I have always loved her dearly and have a ton in common with her. It has always been hard on me that we have never lived near enough to see one another.

Then I got to thinking about it and realized that my grandparents are getting older and will one day not be here any more. It is a strange realization when this finally crosses your mind. I asked her in one of my letters if she could send me some stories from her childhood. Not long after, I received a package with a book of 365 questions about your childhood completely filled out. She said that she had made it for her daughter, my aunt, that passed away and that I could have it. "I hope it answers some of your questions," she said in her letter. It was amazing to read and I feel like I know her so much more now.

Here are a few of my favorites:

What was the dumbest stunt ever pulled by you and a brother and sister? "Riding on the handlebars of a bicycle and falling and cutting my mouth with my teeth. - Donald did this to me."

"I was nine years old when the World War II started. I remember the Pearl Harbor bombing by the Japanese. I ran outside expecting to see airplanes carrying bombs."

and

"My first kiss was from Benny Brown at a birthday party. We were playing 'spin the bottle.' I nearly died of embarrassment. Besides, I didn't like Benny - he was mean! (I was nice!)."

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Origami in the Garden

Here are some new origami folds I learned this week! When I was finished and wanted to take photos of them, I thought to myself, "Self, where would be the best place to take these photos?" in which I immediately responded, "The garden, of course!" Enjoy!


Bunny in the Pansies


Fluttering Butterfly


Swallows Over the Sea

Another Bunny in the Pansies




Vintage Dress by the Wood Pile

Monday, August 1, 2011

52 Projects

Project #20

Write some letters. Then, go to the library and place the letters in some books, preferably ones that aren’t checked out very often. Or, place them in books at a used bookstore, preferably books that might not be purchased for a long time. The letters can be about anything, to anyone, but keep them anonymous, untraceable. First names only, or no names at all. The people who find the letters get to imagine the lives outside of the words on paper.


Check. (Although it is a secret so I can't put any pictures up.....) :)