Sunday, April 26, 2015

Town 5: Florence

Florence. Eugene's Coast. I've always heard about it, driven through it, but never stopped. Mistake. This is one beautiful little town. 

First stop: The museum. 

Some little man gets stuck in his stroller on these little outings.

Time to explore the town.

Oliver suddenly likes to have his picture taken. I don't mind.

These boys.

And then...of course
There was the beach.

Lils had her kite

"Look mom! Y for Yoder"

Best beach forts EVER in Florence.

A game I call "Dad throwing sticks at his kids"

Somebody is happy there is no stroller on the beach.

What to do if you DON'T like having sticks thrown at you.

Goodbye Florence. See you again!

Town 4: Jefferson

Jefferson. Just up North...between Albany and Salem. Hmm...

With map of houses for sale and six semi-happy children, we drove the 20 min to the heart of the little town. 

While reading the history of Conser's Ferry...the start of the small town, I sent a message to a very dear man from church by the same name. Relation? Yes! Turns out it is his great, great grandfather!

There was a the towm meeting place area...which used to be a bank.  

And some very cute old buildings. 

The COOLEST fire hydrant according to these critics...

AND...another Main Street. 
We're searching for it. Main Street USA

Ice Cream. Yes. 

River...yes. Don't try them kids.

And beware of the Thing. 

Trinket: A bullet we found near the bridge.

Saturday, April 25, 2015

Bridges 1-11

50 Bridges Together. 
 Wherever the road leads, we walk it together. 

This bridge was strongly warned against. But we survived. 
We covered a lot of ground with a drive through the covered bridges near Albany

Next came Albany's two bridges.

Jefferson's lovely stone bridge

Bridge 10: Siuslaw River Bridge

Bridge 11: Harrisburg Bridge

Playing the Fool

"Have you ever acted like someone you weren't to get something you wanted?"
"Have you ever pretended to be crazy?"

These are the openers. The conversation starters. The personal invitations to study one great play in the depths of great works.

This is how Hamlet Book Club begins.

The beauty of this book club is that we are all learning. Perhaps that is why the conversation is so open and real. So engaging. As we learn to use five questions (definition, comparison, relationship, circumstance and testimony) we find ourselves near giddy with the connections we are making with the text, the characters, the world, human nature...and ourselves.

It isn't so much about the brilliance of our theories or the supurb nature of our discussions.

 It is about the process; the "coming up with it" that makes a mind feel alive.

It is contribution to a series of thoughts within a group. The thoughts join together, form junctions, stop to redirect or turn, and merge together into something beautiful.

This particular night we read virtually none of the play but rather compared two men. (Heidi gives a wonderful recap) Two men who feigned insanity while speaking truth while their lives were threatened. Because seriously...who is going to listen to a madman.

Two men who both were in line for the Kingship. Both young and eloquent, both facing destruction at the hands of another king: David and Hamlet.

"Honesty is the best policy, but insanity is a better defense." -Steve Landesberg

True. But honesty disguised as insanity may just allow you to speak the truth without the threat of harm. Or it may alltogether remove one from a terrible fate.

Of course here one could follow all sorts of rabbit trails. Using emotions to manipulate...insanity as a legal defense...what IS insanity?...Did Reagan really think the microphone was off?,  etc.

Not to condone the practice, but then again...maybe sanity is overrated. Or what is more, perhaps the line between the two is not as clear as we may think.

"Because your sins are so many and your hostility so great, the prophet is considered a fool, the inspired man a maniac." -Hosea 9:7

Another man could be added to the list of insane. He was accused of demon posession by the wisest of wise and called crazy by his own family. At one time he was quite popular, but most  of those ended up calling for the death sentence. To the world, to the religious and to his own family...he was a fool. 

Maybe crazy isn't so bad. 
Maybe we should all be more willing to be called fools.

Discussions like these are what keep me homeschooling. They are what keep me sane. So thank you, friends. 

Friday, April 24, 2015

Saturday, April 18, 2015

A moment in time: 4/17/15

Town 3: Scio

Do you know how sad it is to have lived in the Willamette Valley for the majority of my life and never spent any time in these small farming towns that sprinkle the countryside? I suppose that is just The Way it Is.

The fun thing about these trips is the excitement of the kids. Something about these little towns.

While on a covered bridge tour, we rolled through Scio.

Stopped by Thriftway Market to get some old fashioned Soda pop and Necos.

This church is conveniently stocked with an ATM.

After the jaunt down Main Street, we headed down to a little museum...which was closed. 

But there is a river...and I firmly believe any town is better off with a river.