Mateo is constantly asking me what time it is as 3pm is when his school friends are free to play. Although he has his own watch and I have explained to him on numerous occasions how linear time works it is still over his head. I can't blame him really, the system seems so arbitrary. In an effort to make time more tangible, something easier for him to grasp, we made a sundial.
Our sundial was simple, direct and didn't require the use of latitude and longitude for accuracy. We used a stick, river rocks and chalk.
After finding a nice sturdy stick for our gnomon we looked for a spot that would be sunny throughout the day.
We tied a piece of wool on the stick so we could find our way back and placed the first rock in its shadow.
We started our project at 11:00am and returned hourly, on the dot, to place a new rock.
Mateo carried my watch with him throughout the day to keep track of the time. We discussed the size of the Earth and how fast it is turning, we talked about night and day and dawn and dusk. Later we visualized the process using a flashlight and a globe. That all times exist at the same time as we all move forward in time was an exciting thought for him.
Seeing him earnestly applied in the quest of knowledge was welcome validation of my choice to homeschool. As ever, Harper wanted to join in.
In her own special way.
At some point we noticed that the rocks got quite warm from exposure to the sun so we placed a couple on a nearby root.
And on a subsequent visit to the sundial, relaxed in the shade with a bit of Hot Rock Therapy.
This lesson was fascinating, easy to visualize and interactive. And unlike many projects that we do together this one was self regulated, conveniently paced throughout the day by hour-ish long breaks. I think that the relaxed nature of this activity contributed positively to Mateo’s receptiveness to learning. Despite our deviations there was a theme, the day was ‘about’ something, and ultimately I feel that the lesson took root better in one focused day in the field than it would had it come from a text book, cut it into lessons throughout the week, or simply asserted as a brief prequel to the task of dictating an appreciation for the cultural importance of time before a bell rings.
The movement of the sun across the sky is admittedly just a small part of a subject that has enormous depth, but this simple beginning of time, its effect on life on this planet, on us, is fundamental beyond any temporal, human routine. And if understanding and appreciating this is not innate, then I am proud to have introduced this to my son.
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Mateo in one of many Halloween costumes we made that he decided weren't cool enough.
We've been a bit busy lately making robot costumes so in lieu of last week's update that we missed, here's a special, festive fortnight in pictures. Do you even say fortnight in the US? Incase you don't it's English for two weeks!
On Halloween morning, a large pupae we found in the field across the street hatched into an elegant moth.
Later in the evening the kids underwent some metamorphosis of their own in preparation for our evening bike ride to a nearby affluent neighborhood.
One of many OTT spook fests on view.
Harper waiting impatiently to be ridden home after trick or treating wore thin.
Triamphunt, and carrying a glut of candy the kids will never see, we rode home as recklessly as Sam would allow.
The next morning I caught my first mouse. Having sold things out of our landlady's house to make our rent, we now have to do random chores. Gruesome pest control is sadly a high priority.
Decomposing pumpkins on the edge of the compost pile.
November 5th is Guy Fawkes night. Traditionally a night of toffee apples, fireworks and associated physical disfigurements of reckless minors. Sam decided to attempt homemade marshmellows. Mateo here is upset because we wont let him eat boiling maple syrup.
The process was involved, tiring, and ultimately a complete failure.
But at least Mateo got to lick the whisk.
As the Sun went down I ceremoniously lit the fire using the waste product from my centrifuge.
Thankfully Mateo was dilligently on standby.
As we hadn't had time to make an effergy we decided instead to draw and burn pictures of people we knew. First on the fire, Rick Scott!
We woke up the next morning to find that a peacock from our old neighborhood had decided to paid us a visit.
posted by Tom
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Hello readers. This blog is dedicated to my homeschooling adventures, an extension of TRANSIT ANTENNA: a mobile living experiment and educational resource founded in 2005. In short we are total of 4 creatures - myself, my husband Tom, and our two children, Mateo and baby Harper - who plan on traveling the roads of North America in a waste vegetable oil powered 1981 MCI bus equipped with a micro-farm comprised of chickens, mushrooms, sprouts and herbs.
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