29 Nov 2008

The Basket of Delights

We're so excited...

Our advent book basket is open!! I've posted the covers so you can see what's inside. It sits under the stockings hanging on our mantlepiece, contents enticingly visible. We read one book each day of advent.

Our 2008 family read aloud is a beautiful book - The Box of Delights: When the Wolves Were Running by John Masefield, first published in 1935. I don't understand why this book is not better known.

The story - from the cover:
Strange things begin to happen the minute young Kay Harker boards the train to go home for Christmas and finds himself under observation by two very shifty-looking characters. Arriving at his destination, the boy is immediately accosted by a bright-eyed old man with a mysterious message: “The wolves are running.” Soon danger is everywhere, as a gang of criminals headed by the notorious wizard Abner Brown and his witch wife Sylvia Daisy Pouncer gets to work. What does Abner Brown want? The magic box that the old man has entrusted to Kay, which allows him to travel freely not only in space but in time, too. The gang will stop at nothing to carry out their plan, even kidnapping Kay’s friend, the tough little Maria Jones, and threatening to cancel Christmas celebrations altogether. But with the help of his allies, including an intrepid mouse, a squadron of Roman soldiers, the legendary Herne the Hunter, and the inventor of the Box of Delights himself, Kay just may be able rescue his friend, foil Abner Brown’s plot, and save Christmas, too.
We're up to Chapter 2 (Okay, we cheated and started early...) and are just loving it. It's a book of delights!

A Bush Christmas by C. J. Dennis is my pick of the new Australian Christmas books for 2008.

The sun burns hotly thro' the gums
As down the road old Rogan comes -
The hatter from the lonely hut
Beside the track to Woollybutt.
He likes to spend his Christmas with us here.
He says a man gets sort of strange
Living alone without a change,
Gets sort of settled in his way;
And so he comes each Christmas day
To share a bite of tucker and a beer.

Dad and the boys have nought to do,
Except a stray odd job or two.
Along the fence or in the yard,
"It ain't a day for workin' hard."
Says Dad. "One day a year don't matter much."
And then dishevelled, hot and red,
Mum, thro' the doorway puts her head
And says, "This Christmas cooking,
My! The sun's near fit for cooking by."
Upon her word she never did see such.

"Your fault," says Dad, "you know it is.
Plum puddin'! on a day like this,
And roasted turkeys! Spare me days,
I can't get over women's ways.
In climates such as this the thing's all wrong.
A bit of cold corned beef an' bread
Would do us very well instead."
Then Rogan said, "You're right; it's hot.
It makes a feller drink a lot."
And Dad gets up and says, "Well, come along.

"The dinner's served -- full bite and sup.
"Come on," says Mum, "Now all sit up."
The meal takes on a festive air;
And even father eats his share
And passes up his plate to have some more.
He laughs and says it's Christmas time,
"That's cookin', Mum. The stuffin's prime."
But Rogan pauses once to praise,
Then eats as tho' he'd starved for days.
And pitches turkey bones outside the door.

The sun burns hotly thro' the gums,
The chirping of the locusts comes
Across the paddocks, parched and grey.
"Whew!" wheezes Father. "What a day!"
And sheds his vest. For coats no man had need.
Then Rogan shoves his plate aside
And sighs, as sated men have sighed,
At many boards in many climes
On many other Christmas times.
"By gum!" he says, "That was a slap-up feed!"

Then, with his black pipe well alight,
Old Rogan brings the kids delight
By telling o'er again his yarns
Of Christmas tide 'mid English barns
When he was, long ago, a farmer's boy.
His old eyes glisten as he sees
Half glimpses of old memories,
Of whitened fields and winter snows,
And yuletide logs and mistletoes,
And all that half-forgotten, hallowed joy.

The children listen, mouths agape,
And see a land with no escape
For biting cold and snow and frost -
A land to all earth's brightness lost,
A strange and freakish Christmas land to them.
But Rogan, with his dim old eyes
Grown far away and strangely wise
Talks on; and pauses but to ask
"Ain't there a drop more in that cask?"
And father nods; but Mother says "Ahem!"

The sun slants redly thro' the gums
As quietly the evening comes,
And Rogan gets his old grey mare,
That matches well his own grey hair,
And rides away into the setting sun.
"Ah, well," says Dad. "I got to say
I never spent a lazier day.
We ought to get that top fence wired."
"My!" sighs poor Mum. "But I am tired!
An' all that washing up still to be done."
C. J. Dennis wrote his classic poem in 1931. He paints a picture of an Australian Christmas in the bush - a Christmas still largely influenced by the traditions of 'The Old Country". A progressive, non-sentimental type of bloke, I wonder what the Den would make of the fact that 77 years later we do pretty much the same today...roast turkey (with prime stuffin'), plum pudding, mince pies and shortbread all feature largely on our Christmas menu.

Mum and Dad and the kids share Christmas with Rogan, a lonely neighbour, who gets stuck into the grog and reminisces over Christmas in colder climes. The children can't imagine a land of snow and cold, a land which seems to them 'strange and freakish'.

In this delightful picture book offering, popular contemporary illustrator, Dee Huxley, brings this classic poem up to date for a new generation of Aussie children. Her beautiful pastel illustrations capture Dennis' humour beautifully, while at the same time she manages to realistically show the typical bush location and occasion.

This is a wonderful offering, combining a classic poem with the modern illustrations. It is a great addition to a Living Books library. Get it while it's in print!!

P.S. Good news!! A Book for Kids is back in print!



It'll be in the shops in March 2009 - just time enough to pay off the Christmas excesses on your credit card!!

23/12/08

Sadly Advent has come and gone ... almost. Before removing the books from my sidebar I thought I'd post them here for reference throughout the year!

28 Nov 2008

Hanging of the Greens

Gathering Mistletoe 1886 Frederick McCubbin

This weekend our home dons its Christmas finery.

This evening we will change the obi on our Chinese altar table (its original function, not its current one!) from one decorated with the cherry blossoms of Spring to one of our decidedly non-wabi sabi Christmas ones. We have maru obis of green and gold; red and silver; black, red and gold. Tonight we will decide which one will decorate our hall this festive season.

Our Christmas tree will assume its position in the front window of our home in readiness for the family tree triming rituals tomorrow night. The wreath will be mounted on our front door, and the mistletoe that we gathered this afternoon will be hung in the hall.

Jemimah will drink her favourite Swedish Julmust; her parents will continue the Scandinavian theme with Glögg, a delicious Norwegian mulled wine drunk warm with raisins, apple and almonds stirred through. We will nibble on pepparkakskola - a wonderful Swedish gingerbread toffee and Scottish shortbread (which is normally made on Stir-up Sunday, but is cooling on the kitchen bench as we speak!) In more normal years we also munch on Australian White Christmas...not this year though...

Through the sound system will waft the sounds of Edith Piaf singing Le Noël de la Rue, Andre Claveau crooning Noël sans vous and Gloria Lasso with Mon Noël and Noël de Nicodème along with Enya, Loreena McKennitt, Bryn Terfel, Kiri Te Kanawa and Joan Sutherland. (Our Christmas music collection is as multicultural as our Christmas is!!)

Christmas is not here yet, but it will be, very soon!

I hope you will enjoy reading about our multicultural Christmas traditions (however they happen this festive season) during the coming days.

Tomorrow we open our Advent boxes and Deck the Halls. The much anticipated basket of Advent books come out again - one for the 24 days of Advent. The Christmas decorations, recipe books, candles, table decorations and nativity will all be oohed and ahed over.

The season will have begun. I can't wait!

25 Nov 2008

My Times are in Your Hand

The best laid schemes o' mice an' men
Gang aft agley

Robert Burns 1785

I am a dreamer...a planner...an organiser. I had our Stir-up Sunday planned down to the last detail weeks ago.

We would travel to Geelong for Church in the morning. There was to be a morning tea after the service at which we were to celebrate the 10 years that our wonderful minister and his family have been in Australia. My mother had played a significant role in organising the event. She had put together an amazing hamper of treats for the family to enjoy, and was to make a speech during the proceedings. Afterwards we would head to Dad and Mum's home to begin the baking, excitedly chanting the traditional lines,
Stir up, we beseech thee, the pudding in the pot;
And when we'll get home we'll eat the lot!


We would prepare Christmas Pudding, the Christmas Cake, shortbread and maybe a White Christmas slice. All the family would be involved in the stirring - clockwise, of course, and from East to West, and we would all make a secret wish. We would add the pudding charms - a threepence, a sixpence (two chances for wealth in our pudding!), a silver thimble for a lucky life and a silver ring to fortell marriage. We would drink champagne, laugh a lot and generally have a wonderful beginning to our festive season for 2008...

The day began well. The morning tea was fantastic. Mum's speech was incredible - her voice was strong and clear, she remembered what she wanted to say and everybody congratulated her on her hitherto unforeseen public speaking skills. Her hamper was well received.

The frivolities in the car lived up to expectation too. Stir-up Sunday signifies the beginning of Christmas - everyone was eager to get started...

Only we didn't...

Less than half and hour later we were on our way to Geelong Hospital, lunch sitting on the stove, pudding ingredients languishing on the bench. We were painfully reminded of the letters "D.V" and their meaning - Deo volente , God willing.

The combined stress of the past few weeks - both organising Sunday's celebrations as well as the dinner to raise money for the Addis Ababa Fistula Hospital that she organised a couple of weeks ago (I blogged about that one here) had just been too much, and mum was suffering from what is called Transient Global Amnesia.

As the name suggests, and the linked article explains, this is a transient loss of memory function. Immediate recall ability is preserved, as is remote memory; however, patients experience striking loss of memory for recent events and an impaired ability to retain new information. In some cases, the degree of retrograde memory loss is mild.

Mum was admitted to hospital on Sunday night with the full expectation that things would resolve and her memory would return.

Now my mum doesn't get sick. She's a superhuman - normal human frailty is not part of her genetic make-up. Her body didn't like this feeling of being out of control. This stress - added to the heavy load of the past few weeks pushed her over the edge. Yesterday she collapsed after undergoing a CT scan to rule out any brain pathology. Her heart began showing irregularities and an urgent echocardiogram helped diagnose a second unrelated condition, Takotsubo Cardiomyopathy.

This stress-induced disease is a sudden temporary weakening of the the muscles of the heart. (Because this weakening can be triggered by emotional stress, such as the death of a loved one, the condition is also known as broken heart syndrome!) You can read as much as you like about the condition in the linked article.

We are confident that (D.V.), mum will be coming home fit and well - although possibly not quite so superhuman - in a few weeks, but the whole event has been a stark reminder to us all of the need to trust in God. Our times, our interests, our salvation, are all out of our hands - out of the hands of man. Our lives are supremely and safely in his alone.

We trust God implicitly for the future. He will bring no sorrow without comfort, no affliction without sympathy. In his grace we will have all we need.

Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you. 1 Peter 5:12


TIME, HOW SWIFT!
While with ceaseless course the sun
Hastened through the former year,
Many souls their race have run,
Never more to meet us here;
Fixed in an eternal state,
They are done with all below;
We a little longer wait,
But how little―none can know.

As the winged arrow flies,
Speedily the mark to find;
As the lightning from the skies
Darts, and leaves no trace behind.
Swiftly thus our fleeting days
Bear us down life's rapid stream;
Upwards, Lord, our spirits raise,
All below is but a dream.

Thanks for mercies past received,
Pardon of our sins renew;
Teach us, henceforth, how to live
With, eternity in view.
Bless your word to young and old,
Fill us with a Savior's love;
And when life's short tale is told,
May we dwell with you above.

Time, with an unwearied hand,
Pushes round the seasons past;
And in life's frail glass the sand,
Sinks apace, not long to last.
Many, who, as you and I,
The last year assembled thus,
In their silent graves now lie;
Graves will open soon for us!

Daily sin, and care, and strife,
While the Lord prolongs our breath,
Make it but a dying life,
Or a kind of living death.
Wretched they, and most forlorn,
Who no better portion know;
Better never to have been born,
Than to have our all below.

When constrained to go alone,
Leaving all you love behind,
Entering on a world unknown,
What will then support your mind?
When the Lord his summons sends,
Earthly comforts lose their power;
Honor, riches, kindred, friends,
Cannot cheer a dying hour.

Happy souls who fear the Lord;
Time is not too swift for you;
When your Savior gives the word,
Glad you'll bid the world adieu.
Then he'll wipe away your tears;
Near himself appoint your place;
Swifter fly, you rolling years,
Lord, we long to see your face.

John Newton 1774

21 Nov 2008

Jingle Sparkle Joy


Deborah at Midsummer Night Musings has generously made available free online her pattern for this gorgeous Christmas cross stitch!

She's an amazingly talented lady, isn't she? I love this post about a personalised cookbook too.

I think Charlotte Mason would have approved both of these as non-twaddly craft projects!

Hmmm...We are on holidays...have plenty of time... are looking for personalised Christmas gifts...

20 Nov 2008

Buying books

I placed my yearly order with Amazon yesterday - a costly process, especially with the depressed value of the Australian currency at the moment. We are blessed with so many good bookshops that I try not to order too much from overseas, but no matter how many second-hand book shops I haunt, there are always still a few books on the AO booklist outstanding, and Amazon's second-hand book service is fantastic!!

I think the secret of keeping Ambleside Online as an economical curriculum for those in the Antipodes is to set up a regular second-hand book crawl. The first time you visit a good bookshop is always best, of course- unless the selection has already been picked through by another AO mum, that is!!

I always keep two booklists in the car - one is the AO list that I adapted slightly from one put together by the wonderful Judy Elliot. The original is available here. This list contains all the AO books for years 1-7 (our Primary years).




The other is a work in progress, but is basically the list on the CMand Friends - ANZ website. It contains a widely varying collection of Australian books - most of them excellent living books.

I own the asterisked entries and can vouch for them.




Both of these lists go wherever we do and whenever we see a second-hand bookshop we stop! We rarely pay more that a few dollars for even the best of books - that is the beauty of buying second hand. The books are much more beautiful that modern books too, I think!! I love the look of them on our study bookshelves.

Abebooks is also a wonderful resource for buying books second hand further afield. My book shop forays are, by necessity, confined to Victoria, but with my mate Abe the whole world is available on my computer...dangerous, dangerous...

Always remember to check whether the book you need is available in a book shop in Australia before you start looking further afield with Abe too!

Once I have exhausted the local second hand market, I give the book chains a go. They're great for the classics - both international as well as Australian classic books are widely available, although the general caveat of watching for abridged versions is worth remembering especially with modern books.

Borders is the best, in my experience. This large American chain holds many more American books than our Australian stores. Readings is pretty good too.

Finally for American books I trawl the fantastic catalogue of books made available to us by the wonderful Mary Collis in her online business, Home School Favourites. There's not much she doesn't have or is not willing to source!

For newly reprinted Australian books we are blessed to have the wonderful Michelle Morrow, whose business, Downunder Literature has made available for another generation of homeschoolers such classics as Nuri Mass's Wonderland of Nature and Our Sunburnt Country by Arthur Baillie.

Finally once all of these are exhausted there is Fishpond, the Australian version of Amazon - with higher prices than Amazon but free postage on orders over $50.00. They guarantee that their prices are cheaper than Amazon's once you include the postage too!

In the end I always order a few books from Amazon, but only a few. I just don't seem to be able to keep myself away...

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19 Nov 2008

Lake Cadibarrawirracanna

Those of you who are using Colin Buchanan's Devotional, Remember the Lord, mentioned here, may be interested to have the words of this song:

Carra Barra Wirra Canna

There's a lake in South Australia,
Little lake with lovely name
And the story wound around it
From the picaninnies came
Every night the native mothers
Croon this lovely lullaby
Croon across the moonlit waters,
to the star up in the sky

CHORUS:
Carra Barra Wirra Canna,
Little star upon the lake
Guide me through the hours of darkness,
Keep me safely till I wake.

Piccaninnies' heads are nodding,
Drowsy crooning fills the air
Little eyes at last are closing,
And the boat of dreams is there
Guide my boat across the waters,
Cross the waters still and deep
Light me with your little candle,
Safely to the land of sleep.

Rolf Harris

You can find the music and words here
And you can buy the song on the Best of Rolf Harris here

A mum's proud boast

Hey guys, check this out:

http://audrey-of-the-outback.blogspot.com/2008/11/audrey-colouring-competition-winners.html

That's my Jemimah!!

Taking Christ out of Christmas

I've only been blogging for three months. I am enjoying it, but as a private person I struggle with putting my personal opinions into print and taking the risk that others may criticise me for having them.

It is with great trepidation, therefore, that I put the following sentence into print:

My church doesn't celebrate Christmas!

There! It is said! And it's true!

I guess I'd better explain...

First a quote from some men more learned than me:

During the early days of the Reformation some Reformed localities observed only Sunday. All special days sanctioned and revered by Rome were set aside. Zwingli and Calvin both encouraged the rejection of all ecclesiastical festive days. In Geneva all special days were discontinued as soon as the Reformation took a firm hold in that city. Already before the arrival of Calvin in Geneva this had been accomplished under the leadership of Farel and Viret. But Calvin agreed heartily. And Knox, the Reformer of Scotland, shared these same convictions, he being a disciple of Calvin in Geneva. Consequently the Scottish Churches also banned the Roman sacred days.

Idzerd Van Dellen and Martin Monsma The Church Order Commentary, 1941


It may come as a surprise to some of you that some Christians believe that Christmas is not Scriptural. Now it is not the celebration of the birth of Christ that I am referring to - we can and should celebrate that at any time we choose. If we want to sing Christmas Carols, exchange presents or read the account of Jesus' birth in Luke Chapter 2 on 25th December, then I doubt that any of the great Reformers would have any issue with us doing so.

No, the problem is with the designation of 25th December by the Christian Church as the annual date to commemorate the birth of Christ. We don't know the date of Christ's birth, and we're not told to celebrate it on a specific date - it was Julius I, Bishop of the Roman Catholic Church, who chose December 25th as Christmas' official day in 350 AD.

This article by Dr C Matthew McMahon explains some of the issues in a clear and unsensational way:

http://www.apuritansmind.com/Christmas/Christmas.htm

I'm not planning to enter into a big theological debate with any of you about what can clearly be a controversial and highly emotive issue to some people. I raise it only to explain why you will not see Christmas in our peaceful home as a highly significant religious celebration in the coming weeks.

Now I love Christmas! Family traditions are particularly important to us, and we 'do' Christmas in our home in a big way. We trim the tree on the first day of advent; we have an advent calendar; we have a traditional English turkey and plum pudding meal during the hottest part of the Australian summer on 25th December; we make our puddings on stir-up Sunday; and we have lots of presents, bon-bons, silly hats and Christmas cheer. We even read some traditional nativity stories as part of our advent reading list.

What we don't do is celebrate Christmas in our Church. We don't even go to church on Christmas day - unless it falls on a Sunday, of course.

We teach about the birth of Christ year round. we celebrate it year round too. Our Christmas books are in storage until the first of December; our books about the birth of Christ are read at any time. We are not bound by tradition in our celebration of Christ's birth.

There. It's out in the open. I hope you all still love me...

18 Nov 2008

And the dog sat...

Nine Miles from Gundagai by Jack Moses

I've done my share of shearing sheep,
Of droving and all that;
And bogged a bullock team as well,
On a Murrumbidgee flat.
I've seen the bullock stretch and strain
And blink his bleary eye,
And the dog sat on the tuckerbox
Nine miles from Gundagai.

I've been jilted, jarred and crossed in love,
And sand-bagged in the dark,
Till if a mountain fell on me,
I'd treat it as a lark.
It's when you've got your bullocks bogged,
That's the time you flog and cry,
And the dog sits on the tuckerbox
Nine miles from Gundagai.

We've all got our little troubles,
In life's hard, thorny way.
Some strike them in a motor car
And others in a dray.
But when your dog and bullocks strike,
It ain't no apple pie,
And the dog sat on the tuckerbox
Nine miles from Gundagai.

But that's all past and dead and gone,
And I've sold the team for meat,
And perhaps, some day where I was bogged,
There'll be an asphalt street,
The dog, ah! well he got a bait,
And thought he'd like to die,
So I buried him in the tuckerbox,
Nine miles from Gundagai.
Do you know the story of the dog on the tuckerbox? Have you ever thought to tell it to your kids? This beautiful children's book by Corinne Fenton, author of Queenie: One Elephant's Story, and illustrated by Peter Gouldthorpe will make your task easy. The Dog on the Tuckerbox is a visual and literary delight. It is one of those rare things - a newly written and absolutely beautiful Australian Living book.

The book tells the story of a loyal dog, Lady, and her master, Bill in the time of the Australian bullockies, using simple language to record the tale and bring the early Australian time period to life. Peter Gouldthorpe’s illustrations are exquisite. This is a treasured new addition to our home library. Put it on your Christmas wish list!!

Like some much of our country's early folklore, the origins of the Dog on the Tuckerbox are clouded in uncertainty and controversy, but that its origins lie in the Australian bush and the early pioneers who left Sydney in search of the source of the Murrumbidgee River during the period 1830-50 is sure.

They were hard and hazardous times and supplies and stores were transported along makeshift tracks over rough terrain by bullock teams. Often on such occasions the bullocky's dog would sit guarding its master's tuckerbox and possessions while he was away seeking help after being bogged at yet another river crossing.

And so the story of Lady and Bill was written.

Bowyang Yorke was the first to mention the dog sitting on a tuckerbox in his ballad of Bullocky Bill penned in 1857:

As Iwas coming down Conroy's Gap,
I heard a maiden cry;
'There goes Bill the Bullocky,
He's bound for Gundagai.
A better poor old beggar
Never earnt an honest crust,
A better poor old beggar
Never drug a whip through dust.'
His team got bogged at the Nine Mile Creek,
Bill lashed and swore and cried;
'If Nobby don't get me out of this,
I'll tattoo his b....y hide.'
But Nobby strained and broke the yoke,
And poked out the leader's eye;
Then the dog sat on the Tucker Box
Nine miles from Gundagai.

It was Jack Moses' poem, published in 1938 though, that really captured our imaginations. Around the same time Jack O'Hagan wrote his famous song of the same name. It's hard to find the original lyrics to this song, but these ones were published in a book called Soldier Songs for Camp and Canteen published in Melbourne in 1941.

My Mabel waits for me underneath the bright blue sky,
Where the dog sits on the tucker box five miles from Gundagai.
I meet her ev'ry day and I know she's dinky di,
Where the dog sits on the tucker box five miles from Gundagai.

I think she's bonzer and she reckons I'm good o.
She's such a trimmer that I've entered her for the local show;
And my Mabel waits for me underneath the bright blue sky,
Where the dog sits on the tucker box five miles from Gundagai.

Gundagai, perhaps more than any other Australian town, is referenced in stories, songs and poems. These include the other well known Jack Hagan song, Along the Road to Gundagai:

There's a track winding back
to an old-fashioned shack,
Along the road to Gundagai.
Where the blue gums are growin'
and the Murrumbidgee's flowin'
beneath that starry sky.

Where my moma and daddy are waitin' for me
And the pals of my childhood once more I will see
Then no more will I roam
when I'm headin' right for home
Along the road to Gundagai.


Then there's Flash Jack from Gundagai by Banjo himself:

I've shore at Burrabogie and I've shore at Toganmain
I've shore at Big Willandra and out on the Coleraine
But before the shearing was over I longed to get back again
Shearing for old Tom Patterson on the One Tree Plain

Chorus

All among the wool boys all among the wool
Keep your blades full boys keep your blades full
I can do a respectable tally myself whenever I like to try
And they know me round the backblocks as Flash Jack from Gundagai

I've shore at Big Willandra and I've shore at Tilberoo
And once I drew my blades boys upon the famed Barcoo
At Cowan Downs and Trida as far as Moulamein
But I was always glad to get back again to the One Tree Plain

I've pinked them with the Wolseleys and I've rushed with B-bows too
And shaved them in the grease boys with the grass seeds showing through
But I never slummed a pen my lads whatever it might contain
When shearing for Old Tom Patterson on the One Tree Plain

I've been whaling up the Lachlan and I've dossed on Cooper's Creek
And once I rung Cudjingie shed and blued it in a week
But when Gabriel blows his trumpet lads I'll catch the morning train
And push for Old Tom Patterson's on the One Tree Plain


Banjo Paterson wrote The Road to Gundagai as well:

The mountain road goes up and down
From Gundagai to Tumut Town.
And, branching off, there runs a track
Across the foothills grim and black,

Across the plains and ranges grey
To Sydney city far away.

It came by chance one day that I
From Tumut rode to Gundagai,

And reached about the evening tide
The crossing where the roads divide;

And, waiting at the crossing place,
I saw a maiden fair of face,

With eyes of deepest violet blue,
And cheeks to match the rose in hue

— The fairest maids Australia knows
Are bred among the mountain snows.

Then, fearing I might go astray,
I asked if she could show the way.

Her voice might well a man bewitch
—Its tones so supple, deep, and rich.

"The tracks are clear," she made reply,
"And this goes down to Sydney Town,
And that one goes to Gundagai."

Then slowly, looking coyly back,
She went along the Sydney track

And I for one was well content
To go the road the lady went;

But round the turn a swain she met
—The kiss she gave him haunts me yet!

I turned and travelled with a sigh
The lonely road to Gundagai
Hmm, you could almost do a bit of a unit study...if you weren't afraid Miss Mason's immortal unit study comments wouldn't haunt your sleep all term!

Enjoy the book - it's bonza mate!

The Summer Read - one for mum!

The Summer Read 2008 is here!

(A post especially for Sibella!)

I am sure it is not too great a stretch of the imagination for you to believe that I am a prolific reader. Now mostly I'm reading great Australian children's books with Jemimah, but I also love being a member of a wonderful CAE book club and getting together with 14 other like-minded women once a month to discuss good books written for adults. The books are not always ones I would choose - in fact some of them take me a little outside my comfort zone - but they are all good books and there is always a stimulating discussion. "Mum time" is rare in our home, and I love these evenings that are for me alone.

Our long Summer holidays allow a bit more time for us to relax and read lots of books, and each year I love to link into the summer reading programme our wonderful State Library of Victoria runs for adults .

Participating in The Summer Read involves choosing a book to read from the selection of 20 great books set in Victoria or written by Victorian authors. It is designed to promote Victoria's great authors, great books and great readers.

You can vote for your favourite selection and you get prizes for doing so, share your thoughts with others on The Summer Read blog, and attend author events around the state.

It's a wonderful initiative to encourage adults to read good books - not only aeroplane twaddle - and to learn more about our fantastic state and encourage our fantastic authors at the same time. I often get comments from mums saying that they don't know what to read - you're sure to find something good here!

The 20 chosen books are a diverse selection. These look good to me:

Dissection by Jacinta Halloran, a GP in Melbourne, about a dedicated doctor, Anna McBride, whose life begins to crumble when she is sued for medical negligence over a delayed diagnosis.

Growing up Asian in Australia edited by Alice Pung, an anthology by new and well-known Asian-Australian authors who share their courageous and often humorous stories of leaving home and finding their feet.

The Flavours of Melbourne by trained chef, Charmaine O’Brien, charts the culinary history of Australia's food capital, from pre-European times through the influence of postwar immigration to today.

Hmmm - maybe I'll just stop there...

I'll be reserving these three from our local library when the mobile library van next makes a visit! Anybody care to join me?

17 Nov 2008

More thoughts on catechising

Robert Hamill Nassau, 1835-1921, medical missionary to Gaboon in West Africa, was once complimented for his ability to answer questions in the language of the Westminster Shorter Catechism. He replied:
I thus had a reply for any one who objected to children being taught Catechism, on the ground that they could not understand it. Of course, they did not. Neither had I, in my childhood. But memorising is easy in childhood. With that Catechism in memory it was an advantage to have its splendid 'form of words' when I reached an age at which I could understand them.

History of Princeton Seminary, Vol 1: Faith and Learning (1812 - 1868) 1994 p363

Here, here!

You can read about our take on Catechising our daughter here.

Nassau's book, Fetichism in West Africa: Forty Years' Observation of Native Customs and Superstitions, written in 1904 is available online here if anyone is interested in learning about the Africa of those early days.

11 Nov 2008

A Walk to Beautiful





Watch this video to learn more about my mother's passion, Catherine Hamlin and the Addis Ababa Fistula Hospital in Ethiopia.

The Fistula Hospital , co-founded by Dr Catherine Hamlin AC with her late husband, Reginald, treats 2,800 women suffering obstetric fistula every year. The Australian Hamlin Trust supports this work to help some of the most destitute women outcasts in one of the poorest countries in the world.

Tonight I am attending a dinner in Geelong organised by my mother to raise money for this really worthwhile cause. Will you consider supporting them too? Click here to discover how you can help. (Today is Martinmas, so my friend Lynn tells me in her post, Preparing for Martinmas. It's as good a reason as any to help the work of this amazing woman today!!! )

You can read about Catherine Hamlin's work in her book, The Hospital by the River, but be careful - after reading the book and watching the video you may find youself as passionate about the work of this amazing 84 year old lady as my mother is!!


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12.11.08 Postscript

Our dinner last night made over $8000.00! That is enough to fund operations for 7 women. Praise God for his goodness!

Our target is $100,000.00. Mum can't do it alone, but to quote Obama, "Can we do it? Yes we can!!"

10 Nov 2008

Lest We Forget





Tomorrow at 11 am our family will down pens and observe a minute of silence to remember those who have died for Australia in wars and conflicts. But what is it that we will actually be remembering?

It was ninety years ago tomorrow, at 11 am on 11 November 1918, that the guns of the Western Front finally fell silent after more than four years of continuous fighting. The allied forces had driven the German invaders back after having inflicted heavy defeats upon them during the preceding four months. In November the Germans called for an armistice - a suspension of fighting - in order to secure a peace settlement. They accepted the allied terms of unconditional surrender.

The 11th hour of the 11th day of the 1tth month attained a special significance in the post-war years, and became universally associated with the remembrance of those who had died in the First World War.

On the first anniversary in 1919 , Australian journalist Edward Honey proposed a two minutes' silence, which was instituted as part of the main commemorative ceremony at the new Cenotaph in London. The two minutes' silence was popularly adopted and it became a central feature of commemorations on Armistice Day.

After the end of the Second World War, the Australian and British governments changed the name to Remembrance Day since the day commemorated all dead not only those who had died in the Great War.

After the minute of silence we will read two books to commemorate Remembrance Day.

The Unknown Australian Soldier

The first, an Australian book, is The Unknown Australian Soldier by Mary Small, a fantasy 'time switch' story where two children, Laura and her brother Brent, travel back in time accompanied by the Unknown Australian Soldier whom they meet after the Remembrance Day 1993 reburial ceremony in Canberra. Together they visit the battlefields of Gallipoli, Beersheba and France.


The paintings by Anne Langridge overlay original black and white photographs from the Australian War Memorial archives. The book is available to purchase online from the ANZAC Day Commemoration Committee of Queensland bookshop, who publish it.

The book would not be classed as high class literature but is packed with interesting information held together by a lightweight story which holds Jemimah's attention well enough...and it's Australian!!

In Flanders Fields

The second book is In Flanders Fields: The Story of the Poem by John McCrae, by Canadian Linda Granfield and illustrated by Janet Wilson.

This lovely book is a tribute to the famous poem, its creator, John McCrae, and to the poppy which has come to symbolise remembrance of the fallen in battle.

Lines of the poem are interwoven with background information about the First World War, details of daily life in the trenches, accounts of poet-doctor John McCrae’s experiences in the field hospital and a description of the tragic circumstances that led to the writing of the poem in 1915.

The beautiful paintings by Janet Wilson interpret the poem line by line, making it accessible by even the youngest children.

This one is a beautifully written book, enjoyed by both parents and kids in our home.

You can buy it online from the wonderful Mary Collis at Homeschool Favourites. (Thanks, Mary!)

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow.
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch, be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

John McCrae, 1915

AO1 Term Three Exams

They cram to pass, and not to know, they do pass, and they don't know.
John Ruskin 1819-1900

"I love exam week!" Jemimah announced excitedly to Daddy yesterday. "Why's that?" he questioned.

"Because I get to have a concert! Because I get gold stars! Because I get to show you how much I know! Because its fun!"

What a difference there is between Jemimah's answers and those of most school children.

The difference is Charlotte Mason. Miss Mason believed in examining children to see how much they know - not how much they don't know. Examinations are a show-off day. It is one of they few days when you are allowed to show everyone just how clever you are!

In the Charlotte Mason method of examinations, my aim is to discover what my child remembers, not to interrogate her in order to find out what she doesn’t remember. Exams are not meant to be a way of comparing our kids to publicly educated kids to rank them as better or worse. My goal in assessing Jemimah is to find out what she has assimilated and made her own; what is now a part of her experience and her life — what she knows.

As her mother and her teacher I am aware of most of Jemimah's strengths and weaknesses, but examinations demonstrate problems that are not evident in daily narrations. Her Term 1 examination answers, for example, demonstrated that she didn't remember names of characters in stories - even those that we had read for the entire term. There was significant improvement in her Term 2 answers. What will this week show, I wonder?

Bible

1. In your own words, tell as much as you can remember about Joseph.
2. Scripture catechism questions on Joseph – can you remember them all?
3. Tell me the story about the Jesus meeting the men on the road to Emmaus.

Memory

1. Recite Philippians 2:6-11 to Daddy.
2. Westminster Catechism questions. How many can you get right?
3. Can you say the books of the Bible in order?
4. Récites Jean 3:16 en français à Papa.

Writing

1. Write the alphabet in lower case letters in your very best writing.
2., Please write, using your very best writing: The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog. Watch punctuation, slope and spacing.

Reading

1. Read for 5 minutes from The Curse of King Tut’s Mummy (A Stepping Stones Chapter book)
2. Read for 5 minutes from Audrey goes to Town (550L)

U.S. History

1. What do you know about Buffalo Bill?
2. Tell me about his relationship with the American Indians throughout his life.

World History

1. Draw me a picture about King Canute and the waves.
2. Tell all you remember about King Edward the Confessor.
3. Why was Harald known first as Harald Shockhead and then as Harald Hairfair?
4. Tell the story of Gyda’s saucy message and what Harald had to do before she would become his wife.
5. Illustrate one of the following: Patrick of Ireland or Pope Gregory I.
6. What can you tell me about Boniface and the big oak tree?

Geography

1. Draw a map of the Great Lakes and label as many of the lakes as you can.
3. What is the name of the country to the north and south?
3b. Which country does Auntie Meriel live in?
4. Tell me the part of Paddle’s journey that you liked best?
5. Do you know any countries where they speak French?

Natural History

1. How did Smudge the lamb get lost? What happened on his adventures and how did he get back home?
2. Tell as much as you can about magpies.
3. What has been your favourite nature study topic?
4. Draw a picture of this animal / plant and label it in French and English.
5. Show your nature study book to Daddy and explain it to him.

Literature and Tales

1. Tell the story of “King Lear” or “The Twelfth Night”.
2. Tell the story, Oh Best Beloved, of the butterfly that stamps.
3. Please retell your favourite fable and what you think it is trying to teach.
4. Can you draw a picture about one of the fairy tales we have read about this term?
5. Tell the story of one of the following:

a. Twinette the spider in “Cobwebs”
b. The robin in winter in “Daily Bread” or
c. The group of trees in “Law of the Wood”.

Australian literature

1. Tell about Nungaree and Jungaree’s meetings with Bubba Piebi.
2. Draw a picture of Nowhere and Woogoo with Here-and-there the Whirlwind’s treasures.

Mathematics

1. Complete review sheet 100.
2. Complete French maths sheet, Les nombres de 0 à 100.
3. Explain what the terms “dizaines” and “unités” mean and give a demonstration with counters.
4. Count as high as you can in French in threes and tens.
5. Count backwards in English from 100 to 0 in fives.

French

1. Can you tell me the parts of a computer in French and English?
2. Use these words and phrases in sentences:

L’unite centrale
L’ordinateur
Le clavier
La souris
L’ecran
… en appuyant sur le bouton

3. Pretend you are meeting Daddy for the first time. Say hello and tell him a little about yourself.

Picture Study (Tom Roberts)

1. What is the name of the artist we studied this term? Where did he live?
2. Describe your favourite picture from this term's picture study.
3. Can you think of any others?

Composer study (Tchaikovsky)

1. What is the name of the composer we have been studying this term? What can you tell me about his life?
2. What type of music is he famous for and name them (there are three).
2. Tell me the story of “The Nutcracker”.

Singing

1. Sing all your songs (3 Psalms, 3 folksongs, 3 French songs) from this term in front of Daddy.

Handicrafts

1. Show your knitting to Daddy and explain how you do it.

7 Nov 2008

Foreign Invasion!

There is war in our peaceful back garden.

The battleground

The towering eucalypts are covered with flowers, which are beautiful to look at, but are clearly also delicious to our native birds.


The resident landowners

Our garden is usually home to a number of birds, including mainland Australia's largest honeyeater, the red wattlebird Anthochaera carnunculata. Ive never managed to get a good photo, but there is a beautiful shot of one here.

I like them, despite the undeniable truth: they're bossy, domineering and pugnacious. They very aggressively defend what they regard as their food-bearing plants from other birds. They're also very noisy. Listen to their bird call on the link.

The foreign invaders

The peaceful days of our wattlebirds have been shattered but the sudden arrival of a large flock of beautiful but equally bossy musk lorikeets Glossopsitta concinna.



These striking green, yellow and red lorikeets are also very noisy - and very busy. They are nomadic and travel widely in their search for flowering and fruiting trees. We have visits from them a number of times a year, most notably during December where they swoop in to decimate the crop on our 70 year old pear tree.

Anyway, back to the war.

There invaders have assumed possession of the wattlebird's eucalypts, and our residents don't like it one bit. The lorikeets are everywhere - noisy, active and efficient. The wattlebirds set up dove bomb attacks - which frighten the lorikeets to retreat to a safer tree with a general retreat of the whole flock.

Once things calm down a little back the come screeching and chattering as they come.

I'm glad our native garden in located a long way from our house - the cacophony has to be heard to be believed!!

Nature study has been easy in our home this week!!

5 Nov 2008

Le Printemps

Le Printemps

Après tout ce blanc vient le vert,
Le printemps vient après l’hiver.
Après le grand froid le soleil,
Après la neige vient le nid ,
Après le noir vient le réveil,
L’ histoire n’est jamais finie.
Après tout ce blanc vient le vert,
Le printemps vient après l’hiver,
Et après la pluie le beau temps.

Claude Roy

I am loving Spring in our Central Victorian garden!

Roses in bloom

Children's garden
Lady Hillingdon
Alistair Clarke's floriferous Lorraine Lee smothering the tank
An unknown red hybrid tea

Front garden
Ballerina hedge underplanted with lavender


Pierre de Ronsard covering the verandah posts


Side garden
Buff Beauty with agapanthus underneath


Clair Matin smothering the arch


Albertine and New Dawn entwined on the water tank
Penelope
Wedding Day galloping up the 70 year old pear tree
This unknown long stemed pink hybrid tea


Cottage garden
Mme Isaac Pereire
Queen of Denmark
Cecile Brunner
Ballerina
An unknown pink hybrid tea with untidy blooms

The White garden
Climbing Lamarque
Standard Iceberg
Mme Hardy with her lovely green eye
Heideschnee

The Hot Garden
This pretty unidentified red floribunda mingling with the froth of pink valerian (love-in-a-mist)


An unknown red hybrid tea

4 Nov 2008

Melbourne Cup Day

Nowhere in the world have I encountered a festival of people that has such a magnificent appeal to the whole nation. The Cup astonishes me.

Mark Twain 1895


Even those of us who don't gamble have to agree with Mark Train that the Melbourne Cup is a pretty big deal. To start with, its a public holiday (and has been since 1877!)

Like it or not, at 3.00 pm AEST today, Australians everywhere will stop to listen to the race call, or watch the race on TV. Most will try their luck with a small bet at the TAB or entry into a 'sweep' - a lottery in which each ticket-holder is matched with a randomly drawn horse.

Thousands will brave Melbourne's weather to ruin their heels track side suffering terrible hayfever while they're at it...(yeah, I'll admit it, I did it too in my youth).

We won't be among them, but I must admit that like most Australians I have a soft spot for one part of the Cup's history - Phar Lap.

This new book, Phar Lap the Wonder Horse, is the result of a collaboration between author, Jackie Kerin, artist and illustrator Patricia Mullins, and Museum Victoria. The book, written for kids, tells his story in the form of a ballad, evoking "the magic and charm of traditional storytelling" (so the blurb says...).

It is illustrated by award-winning artist, Patricia Mullins, and you can see her original illustrations at a temporary exhibition at Melbourne Museum until 21st November. While you're there you can buy Phar Lap the Wonder Horse from the Melbourne Museum Shop, otherwise it will be available in book shops from next week.

Phar Lap: A True Legend, a book for adults and older kids is written by one of the museum curators, Michael Reason, and tells the fascinating story of the great horse in more detail. It would also be worth a look.

Take a look at the Phar Lap website to learn more about him - and to watch his story!

3 Nov 2008

AO1 Australian literature

An education using Ambleside Online will introduce your kids to the 'must reads' of American literature. It will go a long way towards covering British literature too. It will do nothing to teach them about Australia.

That, in the main, is what this blog is about - personalising AO for our family. We "Australianise" it, "Reformed Presbyterianise" it, pull at it and tug it and finally we end up with a curriculum tailor made just for us.

I've been working on a list of classic Australian children's literature to include on these pages - the kinds of books that fit Italo Calvino's lofty definition of classic books that I copied here. I need the list to ensure that we cover as many of the important Australian books at the right time in Jemimah's education, just like AO ensures that for the American classics. It's taking a while. There are many good lists of Australian books - just none that include only the classics.

Here are three of my favourite Australian book lists:

Michelle's list from Downunder literature
Ruth's list from From Wonder...to Wisdom
The list on the Charlotte Mason and Friends website.

While I compile the classic list, here are reviews of the books we did in AO1:

Dot and the Kangaroo



Written by Ethel Pedley in 1899, Dot and the Kangaroo portrayed the real Australian bush for the first time, much in the same way as Ethel Turner portrayed real Australian children in Seven Little Australians.

The plot is a simple animal fantasy - A little girl named Dot is lost in the bush after chasing a hare into the wood and losing sight of her home. A red kangaroo finds her, and finds a way to communicate with her by giving her magic berries to eat. The berries allow Dot to understand the language of the bush creatures, and the kangaroo, who has lost her own joey, decides to help little Dot find 'her way'despite her own fear of humans.

The book is a natural history lesson in Australian bush animals in much the same way as Thornton Burgess wrote about American birds and animals. Because of the magic berries, the animals can speak without becoming anthropomorphised and without losing their unique habits and characteristics.

Birds and animals are given their correct names: Night Jars, Curlews and Willie Wagtails, and the book teaches about the habits that make each unique. The Bower birds decorate their bowers, the brolgas dance and the possums quarrel.

Animal names and taxonomy have changed since 1899. Koalas are no longer "Native Bears", brolgas are no longer "Native Companions" and the platypus is no longer classified as Ornithorhynchus paradoxus but as Ornithorhynchus anatinus, but this merely allows opportunities to discuss how names change rather than detracting from the book.

Sarah Prince on her website, Australian Childrens Literature writes this:

The more I study this book, the more I realise what a masterpiece it really is, it has all the action and drama of any modern novel, with a hint of fantasy. The chase through the bush is filled with suspense and excitement, with great sadness at the near death of Kangaroo and the loss of her joey. Clever puns and plays with words abound and the themes and comments on conservation and humankind's attitude to nature are very up to date. Children are given clear messages of the importance of uniting and harmonising with nature and also forgiving those who have wronged us. Written with surprising foresight, the themes are very relevant to the new milliennium - Care for the environment and conservation of our bush and it's creatures, not to kill unnecessarily and that we can live in harmony with nature.


Although the first publication of Dot and the Kangaroo was produced in England, Frank P. Mahoney's outstanding etchings were created in Australia and can be seen online.

In 1977, Yoram Gross adapted the story to an animated film. It was the second animated feature film made in Australia, but the first to make money. The film has had an extraordinarily long life, partly because Yoram and Sandra Gross set up a company to distribute their own films to Australian schools.

Dot and the Kangaroo is regarded as a classic Australian film mainly because it gave encouragement to the small animation industry in Australia and proved that there was a market for home-grown children’s films. Unfortunately, I think it's twaddle...you can buy it here.

Dot the book is available online. If you decide to buy a print version make sure you get one with Mahoney's beautiful atchings. The accuracy of his illustrations adds much to the value of the book. This version from Amazon had small renderings of the original prints. Buying an older version from Abebooks is probably the best bet!

The Way of the Whirlwind

Granddaughters of the famous pioneer and explorer Patsy Durack, (whose life story was written in To Ride a Fine Horse) sisters, Mary and Elizabeth Durack spent their early years living on cattle stations in North Western Australia. The Durack sisters had an unusual affinity with the Aborigines during a time when they were despised by the majority of Australians.
The Way of the Whirlwind is dedicated to the aboriginal children:

To you brown children of those northern years
That saw the flowering of your childhood through,
Revealing us your laughter and your fears
And ways bush-wise and secrets that you knew.

For we have watched the hours of your delight
And sighed that so much sweetness fade away,
Of days that knew no darkness but the night
And ways that knew no parting save in play...

Mary was the writer and Elizabeth the artist and together they produced some of Australia's most memorable works of the 40's, 50's and 60's.

The Way of the Whirlwind is the adventure of Nungaree and Jungaree, two aboriginal children, in search of their baby brother Woogoo, who has been stolen by Here-and-there, the whirlwind. The children find themselves in many strange places and in some odd situations before the reach the whirlwind's home in Nowhere.

The beautifully written and illustrated book realistically describes aboriginal customs, daily activities and dreamtime myths and legend in a lively story that gripped Jemimah's imagination in a way that no other of her school books has done.

Elizabeth Durack is an exceptional artist despite the controversy that marred her later life with the infamous 'Eddie Burrup' affair of 1997. The pictures in this book are beautiful and are well worth a term of picture study in their own right or as part of a study of aboriginal art for older children.

The Way of the Whirlwind is out of print. Abebooks generally has overpriced copies available, but the book is well worth an asking price of $45 - $55 with the beautiful colour prints.

2 Nov 2008

Why Read the Classics

  • The classics are the books of which we usually hear people say, "I am rereading . . . " and never "I am reading . . . "
  • We use the words "classics" for books that are treasured by those who have read and loved them; but they are treasured no less by those who have the luck to read them for the first time in the best conditions to enjoy them.
  • The classics are books that exert a peculiar influence, both when they refuse to be eradicated from the mind and when they conceal themselves in the folds of memory, camouflaging themselves as the collective or individual unconscious.
  • Every rereading of a classic is as much a voyage of discovery as the first reading.
  • Every reading of a classic is in fact a rereading.
  • A classic is a book that has never finished saying what it has to say.
  • The classics are the books that come down to us bearing the traces of readings previous to ours, and bringing in their wake the traces they themselves have left on the culture or cultures they have passed through(or, more simply, on language and customs).
  • A classic does not necessarily teach us anything we did not know before. In a classic we sometimes discover something we have always known (or thought we knew), but without knowing that this author said it first, or at least is associated with it in a special way. And this, too, is a surprise that gives much pleasure, such as we always gain from the discovery of an origin, a relationship, an affinity.
  • The classics are books which, upon reading, we find even fresher, more
    unexpected, and more marvelous than we had thought from hearing about them.
  • We use the word "classic" of a book that takes the form of an equivalent to the universe, on a level with the ancient talismans. With this definition we are approaching the idea of the "total book," as Mallarmé conceived of it.
  • Your classic author is the one you cannot feel indifferent to, who helps you to define yourself in relation to him, even in dispute with him.
  • A classic is a book that comes before other classics; but anyone who has read the others first, and then reads this one, instantly recognizes its place in the family tree.
  • A classic is something that tends to relegate the concerns of the moment to the status of background noise, but at the same time this background noise is something we cannot do without.
  • A classic is something that persists as a background noise even when the most incompatible momentary concerns are in control of the situation.

Italo Calvino The Uses of Literature 1986 pp125-127 "Why Read the Classics"