Another day, another quarry….
(And probably another today, if the weather holds….)
That was last Sunday. The 12-year old went on a hike with friends down at Oak Mountain State Park, so the 9-year old and I headed to his Happy Place, Ruffner Mountain. He loves it, and his brother gets bored with it, so it was good to have a chance to hang out there.
It’s a great spot, and 15 minutes from my house.
School? Yes, it happened this week, although there was nothing that notable about it, as I recall. the 12-year old is just about done with his Pre-Algebra book. He’s on the counting chapter, and is surprising me both by his aptitude for it and his interest. Once he finishes it, we’ll probably do a lot of review using material from other Pre-Algebra books, as well as doing Alcumus from the AOPS website and reading in and around other mathy things, like this.
9-year old, in 3D of Beast Academy , is working on estimation.
Books being read include Narnia books, Redwall and The Seven Wonders series (2 published so far.) and, aloud, still Young Fu. The 12-year old will start To Kill a Mockingbird for his literature/writing study next week.
One science class – on the digestive system – for the 9-year old. The 12-year old did some science/history by reading this entire issue of Calliope, which is about Marie Curie, and then reporting on it. Which led to various rabbit holes related to Poland, radiation and the Nobel Prize.
Unfortunately, we are missing Pi Day celebrations tomorrow, because we have something else planned elsewhere…bummer, sort of. Although what we’re doing (two different things) will be good, too….
Copywork has been mostly copying sections of The Lorica, otherwise known as St. Patrick’s Breastplate. I just handed them copies, we talked about it, and then they could choose whatever parts of it they wanted to copy for the past few days.
We have continued working through The Mass Explained, and we’re just getting to the Liturgy of the Word.
Random rabbit holes related to vocabulary, both English and Latin, have been pursued.
We knocked off passage 9 in How to Teach Your Children Shakespeare.
What is love? ’tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What’s to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies no plenty;
Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty,
Youth’s a stuff will not endure.
Aside from that, we’re doing mostly Roadschool Prep of one sort or another…
Listened to the usual slew of excellent In Our Time podcasts.
The Ontological Argument – beginning with Anselm, naturally, but taking through to the present day and other philosophers’ use of it. Interesting because, once again, it was treated objectively and not dismissed out of hand. (If it were, where would the program be?)
Decline and Fall – an entire program on Waugh’s novel. It was really excellent, and prompted me to re-read the book. Long overdue.
So, if you listen to any of these programs, I’d suggest the last – it went into a single subject with a great deal of depth, explored by people who appreciate Waugh, and who have slightly different perspectives (one scholar seeing it as rather Catholic, even though it’s pre-conversion, and another saying it was anything but, for example.)
This week’s episode was on the Trinity – phew. I won’t get to that until Saturday, I expect.
This week, I read Sorrow Builds a Bridge. I picked this old Image paperback in a Mobile bookstore. (And I sure didn’t spend $27.00 on it!) It’s the story of Rose Hawthorne Lathrop, or Mother Alphonse, foundress of the Hawthorne Dominicans, whose apostolate is to the cancer-afflicted poor. When I started reading it, I thought, “Wait. Is this a novel?” The writing is creative – perhaps is creative non-fiction? – creating little scenes and conversations that I doubt were ever recorded (although she does clearly weave letters and journal entries into some scenes). But no, it’s not fiction – it’s a biography, and although the style is a little looser than I’d normally want from a biography, I shrugged and read through it, and I’m glad I did. I think I should just be constantly reading a life of a saint, all the time.
A couple of random tidbits
- Rose and George’s only child, Francis (who died as a toddler), was baptized in a Catholic church before his parents were even seriously considering converting. As Burton relates it, Rose decided she wanted him baptized, and her time living in Rome as a child had convinced her that the Catholic approach to the sacrament was the most meaningful. So the parents took the child to the nearest Catholic parish and he was baptized. Worth pondering when we debate current sacramental practices, for history is always more complicated than we expect.
- Rose – Mother Alphonse – composed a regular newsletter for benefactors of her apostolate. It was called Christ’s Poor. Wouldn’t that make a worthy volume for contemporary reading? A selection of her writings are available in this, but a book of that title focused on those newsletters would be of interest, as well, I’d think.
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