Month: October 2015

  • The Road to 65, Mile 324: Nominated

    This post is pertinent to Word Press, but I share it here, just to keep the entire "Road to 65" series intact on Xanga.

    October 17, 2015, Prescott- I have been nominated by  http://www.writersdream9.wordpress.com   (sorry, no hyperlink on Windows 10) for the One Lovely Blog Award.        .

    The rules of this are as follows:

    1. You must thank the person who nominated you and include a link to their blog.

    2. You must list the rules and display the award.  (These are the rules.  I have no idea how to cut and paste the award.)

    3. You must add 7 facts about yourself

    4. You must nominate 15 other bloggers and leave a comment on one of their posts to let them know they have been nominated.

    Some facts about myself:

    1.  I live alone, in a small apartment, in Prescott, AZ.
    2. I have returned to teaching full time, at an age when most look forward to retirement and leisure.
    3. I trade in Essential Oils, for those who are interested.
    4. I have been to all 50 states, D.C., nine Canadian provinces, northern Mexico and 17 other countries.
    5. I enjoy most forms of music and art.
    6. I believe that the life of the soul has no end.
    7. I have numerous friends, of all ages.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              I nominate the following:                                                                                                                                                                                                                       shawnbird.com                                                                                                                                                                                                    artwolfen.wordpress.com                                                                                                                                                                                        htmm.wordpress.com                                                                                                                                                                                              suggestivetongue.com                                                                                                                                                                                       cocosangel.wordpress.com                                                                                                                                                                  untemperedtongue.wordpress.com                                                                                                                                                                                       365til30.com                                                                                                                                                                                                     oceanstarr.wordpress.com
  • The Road to 65, Mile 323: Extra

    October 16, 2015, Prescott- 

    It was a day off, of sorts, and I recouped some energy. This is directed at a person, in a school, who looks at people like me, and shows only disdain.

    Early morning invitation,

    to increase my aggravation.

    A polite decline,

    no extra time,

    to spend on one

    who talks a line

    of superiority and

    shuns,

    those like me

    whose love is free

    and time-tested.

    You, who walk with upturned nose

    will soon realize aloneness,

    I suppose.

    As you sit in your seat,

    sequestered.

    Remember, those of us

    who give, the extra.

  • The Road to 65, Mile 322: Course Correction

    October 15, 2015, Chino Valley-  We sat together, at the end of the day, and of the week.  The kids and I agreed that there was too much varied content thrown onto one page of the textbook publisher’s worksheet on perimeters.  We humans don’t, generally, speaking, absorb more than one mental skill at a time.  I will make the necessary adjustment in the lessons, next week.

    I knew it would not be long, before I felt like taking the pre-fabricated material, and, like the late Richard Mulligan, in “Teachers”, open the classroom window and toss the useless book out.  I won’t go that far.  The taxpayers’ sensibilities matter greatly, after all.  One of the tenets of good teaching, however, is “monitor and adjust.” I am big on mastery, and will do whatever it takes to bring this about, for as many of the people with whom I work, as possible.

    We, as a profession, are under a lot of pressure to provide ready answers to the question of “Why are our students falling behind, in the Great Global Rat Race?”  I have a few, tentative answers to that, which will not make the Testing Industry, or its political sponsors, very happy.  One, which I still remember, from having worked with Korean teachers of English, several years ago, is that many nations’ educational programs are focused on teaching one skill at a time.  That used to be the case here, when I was in school.

    Now, however, I see a tendency to throw many concepts and skills together, so as to “hurry up and catch up”, with a perceived Global Mass of superlearners.  Grandma said “Haste makes waste”, and that is painfully obvious, looking in the faces of my still-trusting little ones.  We have to go back and look hard at the most basic level of the skill expected of them- and, yes, they will get it, and extrapolate the rest, one piece at a time- in time for the Great April Acid Test, which the state, in its wisdom, has cast upon us.

    The journey of a thousand miles still needs that single step.

  • The Road to 65, Mile 321: The Garden

    October 14, 2015, Chino Valley-

    The little girl registered a mild objection to my changing the morning schedule, from “Science”, which she loves, to “Writing”, in which she has little self-confidence.  I had something up my sleeve, which required the presence of the three students who were off being tested.

    Outside our south window, there is a fallow garden plot.  The school’s director has hinted at “how nice” it will be for the plot to be reseeded, and tended.  The day has fallen into my lap.  After, lunch, with all the children back in the room, I told them of my lesson plan. We would go out to the garden, and whilst there, brainstorm as to what could be planted.  Each child was to make a wish list, with no immediate restrictions, other than that it must be something that will either grow or will help things grow.

    After twenty-five minutes, in the garden, some of the eight-year-olds got restless, so we went back inside the classroom. The rest of our class time was spent with each student stating what was on her/his wish list and me recording and tallying the items on the white board.  This is a huge deal for several of the kids, not the least of whom is the girl who bemoaned the lack of a science lesson, this morning.

    There is much ahead.  The students will now need to look up their plants, see what type of soil, planting specifics, watering level and frequency, climate and nourishment they will need, how to guard against pests, which animals best pollinate the plants, and how much work it will take to raise the intended crop.

    This will be a major class project, and will be integrative learning, involving reading, math, science, social studies, writing and social collaboration.  Add to this, all the rest that is on tap for the year, and we should see measurable growth in this class.

  • The Road to 65, Mile 320: Colliding Forces

    October 13, 2015, Chino Valley-

    Thoughts on my new job, thus far:

    Needs overlooked,

    lead to outrage.

    They who overlooked,

    hold fast to the stage.

    Pleading eyes of the young,

    hope my time will bring meaning.

    Flinty eyes of the old,

    hope my time will be fleeting.

    A child speaks truth to power.

    Does my contemporary feign power,

    yet inside, cowers?

    The waning forces subside,

    Yet with a rising tide,

    they collide.

  • The Road to 65, Mile 319: Conquistador

    October 12, 2015, Chino Valley-

    A few thoughts about the day, as we might look at it.

    The deer trails, drawing the interest of the hunters,

    became the Kinship Trails, drawing the interest of the merchants,

    the soldiers and the monks.

    The Conquistador Trails, drawing the interest of the pioneers,

    the entrepreneurs and the downtrodden,

    became the railroads and macadam highways, drawing the

    interest of the Lords of Commerce and the satisfied multitudes.

    The Interstate Highways, drawing the interest of the masses,

    fleeing oppression, become

    closed, behind walls and fences.

  • The Road to 65, Mile 318: Prescott Circle, Segment 9

    October 11, 2015, Prescott- The air was a bit warmer and drier today- 82, in mid-afternoon.  I had two gallons of water with me, so after tending to chores and visiting with friends, I headed out for the second installment of Prescott Circle.  This jaunt took me from Pioneer Park Ballfield, through a stretch of Gambel’s oak and juniper pine forest, on the campus of Embry-Riddle Aeronautical University, to Willow Lake, a man-made reservoir that is lined by cottonwood trees.  The lake area used to be the site of a Sinagua settlement, when Willow Creek was freely-flowing and there was plentiful game in the nearby Willow Dells, a western extension of the granite boulders that abound in northeast Prescott.

    Now, one must go underneath the busy thoroughfare of Willow Creek Road, and cross two dirt fill yards, to get from the Embry-Riddle Preserve to the marshland that is drying up, south of Willow Lake.  I have hiked out to the lake shore, and had to walk logs, in order to hike the 1 1/2 mile round trip on Cottonwood Peninsula Spur Trail.  Today, the lake was a shadow of itself.  Hopefully, late Fall and Winter will bring a wet change.

    Here are some views of the scenes I encountered, going all the way to the Willow Dells parking area., a distance of 8.8 miles, round trip.

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    There are frequent maps, by which to chart one’s progress.  This one was at the turnaround point of my hike.

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    Here is the entrance to Cottonwood Peninsula Spur Trail.

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    Here is a shallower Willow Lake, at the Dells.

  • The Road to 65, Mile 317: Prescott Circle, Segment 10

    October 10, 2015, Prescott- I took three hours, this afternoon, to begin my series of hikes around Prescott Circle.  It is a 51-mile loop, that connects several of our area’s natural wonders.  As is my wont, I am doing the circuit in clockwise fashion.  So, I started with Segment 10, which takes in a very familiar stretch:  Pioneer Park.  This is a huge greenbelt in northeast Prescott, with a rim trail that looks down on a series of groves, comprised of juniper pine and scrub oak.  The park has 9 miles of hiking trails, in addition to Prescott Circle, which goes along the park’s northern edge, then dips down and passes through Pioneer’s ball field, before continuing on.

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    The surrounding mountain ranges, such as the Bradshaws, background left, are all visible from the rim trail.

    I have hiked in this area several times, but looking at it as part of a whole gives Pioneer Park a fresher meaning.  The strength that comes from walking 9.6 miles round trip is an added benefit. Tomorrow, if my chores and acts of service are done, I will pursue the next segment, also in familiar areas:  The Embry-Riddle Forest Preserve and Willow Lake.

  • The Road to 65, Mile 316: Shots Fired

    October 9, 2015, Chino Valley- I woke today, to the horrible news that a student at my alma mater, Northern Arizona University, had killed a schoolmate and wounded three others.  This, at one of the most congenial and intimate of universities in the country.

    I studied at NAU from 1979-81 (Master's Program) and again, intermittently, from 1983-87, obtaining my school administrative certificate and credentials for teaching learners of English as a Second Language.  Any disagreements I had with other students, usually about them being noisy after 10 P.M., on a weeknight, were easily resolved, with compromises by both parties. (i.e. my wearing earplugs and their turning down the base and treble).

    When I was eleven, I went through a firearms safety and marksmanship course, courtesy of the Boy Scouts and National Rifle Association.  NRA, at that time, was known and respected for making weapons safety its main concern.  I have not generally had firearms in my home, though there was one on hand in our house in Phoenix.  It never had to be used, and was sold when son and I moved out.

    The one thing that was drilled into me, over and over, and which I imparted to Aram, is that a weapon- be it firearm, blade or what have you, is to be treated with full respect for what damage it can do.  A firearm is the easiest weapon to use, IF, and only if, proper protocol is being followed.  The Boy Scouts teach their members to NEVER POINT a weapon, toy or otherwise, at another human being.  Shooting in self-defense is seen by them as something to be done, sparingly, by adults.

    We are too casual, as a nation, with regard to allowing the mentally ill to obtain weapons, period.  I once had to intervene and remove several steak knives from a place where they were accessible to emotionally-handicapped elementary students, and place those knives in a locked cabinet.  I lost an adult friend because of this, but I don't care.

    How much worse is it to let those under siege, in their own mind, have ready access to firearms?  The debate will go on, as long as we regard the Federal Government as an enemy.  In fact, it reflects who we are as a people- our strivings, our conflicts (both internal and interpersonal) and our priorities.

    The bottom line, impacting both mental health and the very "need" to own weapons, is our twin tendency, as a society, for anonymity and insularity.  I see it in everything from being unwilling to share a table, in a public place, with strangers, to road rage to viewing those who simply have differing opinions, in an adversarial light.  I have been guilty of all three of these, though my anger on the road never compelled me to assault the other people.  I have also been on the receiving end of all three, though thankfully, never physically assaulted on the road.

    Requiring background checks on prospective firearms owners, or would-be purchasers of long knives and swords, or explosives, or copious amounts of poisonous substances, is not going to be a cure-all for violent assault and murder.  It IS, however, a DETERRENT.  That which gives a person pause, which makes her/him think twice, is worth the inconvenience of delay in purchase.  It also makes it a lot easier to live under the Second Amendment to the U.S. Constitution.

  • The Road to 65, Mile 315: Crowded Out, In An Empty Room

    October 8, 2015, Prescott- I opted to attend a monthly meeting of the American Legion, this evening, rather than go to another gathering.  As it happened, that was not the best use of my time.  Although I will remain a member of the Legion, and the local post, so as to maintain ties with trusted friends, circumstances have changed.  I am not a member of the inner circle, and so when trying to humbly offer a correction at tonight’s meeting, I was upbraided.  Though my concern was addressed a short time later, it was made clear that “he”, meaning me, was regarded as a nuisance by the leadership.

    Thus, tonight’s was my last meeting.  Disorganization is something through which any of us ought to be able to work, but when the disorganized are arrogant and full of themselves, to protest is folly. I find it is far more advantageous for me to use my time towards the building of a solid community foundation.  The alternatives on Thursday night are Baha’i activities and encouraging one or both of the secular friends to whom I alluded in the last post.

    There were few people at tonight’s meeting.  From here on, there will be one less.