A factoid: Do you see how they have paved a road across the lawn? Cows and Native American foot traffic created Highway 99 North and South .
Everyone should have a friendly bull or two in their front yard. One of the little guys got out one day, and wandered over to our yard. We had just finished sodding the yard, and it was still mushy. Hubby complained about his footprints in which we could have buried our cats without leaving a mound. By the way, these ARE the happy cows – no bulls – you read about from California .
The cows live here. I say there’s some sex discrimination going on in this business. Cows do all the work, and have less luxurious living quarters. All the bulls have to do is play rodeo games, eat and chew the cud all day.
It is odd to make a spur of the moment decision to go to San Francisco for the night on the way home from Redding instead of Sacramento, but I had my reasons. I arrived at about the odd hour of 10:00 p.m. with no reservations. This is what I got – a room with a very odd view.
It had a bit of an odd bathroom to go with it. 🙂
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This was my first full year of retirement. All my life I dreamed of traveling when I retired, and certainly God granted my every wish. When I didn’t get travel, Manny did, so I have many wonderful pictures and memories for 2013.
On January 5th Manny and I headed south in my little green Prius that has 192,000 miles on it to San Diego where we met the History Girls. We met Russel Ray, the San Salvador, and the bronze lady. We faced peril in the Railroad Museum, and had to keep Manny under control in the Botanical Gardens.
Later in January I attended a committee meeting in Berkeley and had time to walk around the neighborhood and take pictures.
I went to Los Angeles to visit my friend Elane in February and so some shopping and serious eating. I probably visited my dentist, Dr. Moy, as well.
In March California Council for the Social Studies (CCSS) held its annual conference, Social Studies on the March in Burlingame in celebration of the 50th Anniversary of the Marches in Birmingham.
The next week the History Girls and I celebrated our friendship in Costa Mesa attending the play “Wicked,” which I had wanted to see forever.
April is the month for the Executive Conference for CCSS. As the President, I got to pick the place, and Vince prepared our house to host it here. However, that didn’t work out for too many people, so we it moved to Los Angeles to the location where our conference will be held in 2014 at the Sheraton.
By May our neighbors wondered if I still lived here. I visited my friend Elane again in Los Angeles.
My friend Jean and I went to San Francisco to celebrate her birthday for a couple of days and did walking tours.
Towards the end of the month Vince and I took Cindy and Manny to Kauai, HI for her birthday. The dogs watched our homes, and Kay and Mike East watched them.
We arrive home from Hawaii on June 3, and believe it or not, we stayed home until September 11, and rested up for the remainder of the year which made us dizzy.
Since we stayed home, we sent Manny to visit Ralph in July.
In August he left Ralph’s home in Spain, and traveled to London with Ute.
From September through November he went with Carol and Glenn to Cologne, Bruges, Brussels, Frankfurt, Tasmania, Toowoomba, Waterloo, and Wuerzburg. I’ll be doing lots of posts about these trips during the year. I just need to learn a little bit more about them, and Manny is being rather tight-lipped about the events of the trip! Carol tells me they have some secrets they’re not telling me. 🙂
Then he flew home with their daughter Melissa, who was going to Florida. She sent him home from there. His bags arrived in December from Australia. He had fun showing us all his stuff.
By September Vince and I contracted the travel bug, and went to Oregon to pick up the best Ebay bargain trailer on the market in Southern Oregon. We turned it into our accidental vacation when our truck broke down in Klamath, CA.
Manny was still on the road, so he missed my next trip. A week after Vince and I got back from our first trailer trip, I took a train from Sacramento to Portland, Oregon to attend the Oregon Council for the Social Studies annual conference, and to meet my brother.
After the conference my brother took the train ride of our lives going first to Chicago, then to South Bend and Indianapolis, IN for a week.
After a short jaunt to Louisville, KY, I headed home on a plane to CA, and my brother took the long way home by train back to Portland.
Almost immediately I had to go to a dental appointment, and stayed in Santa Monica, an took the opportunity to visit our President-Elect, Amanda.
No sooner than I got home than my house-bound husband wanted to take a trailer trip to the coast for two weeks. We stayed a week, then he went home for some appointments. I stayed in Avila by myself to write my contribution to 2013 NaNoWriMo, Girls on Fire. A few days later he drove back and picked the trailer and me up and carried us back home.
Less than two weeks after that, I flew St. Louis, MO to the 2013 National Council for the Social Studies Conference.
Manny and I arrived home about the same day, him from Australia via Florida and me from MO. It was my husband’s birthday, and one week later the three of us got back on a plane heading for Honolulu, HI, where we spent a week in Waikiki.
We have been home eighteen days, and today we took a day trip to the coast to celebrate our friend, Margaret’s birthday, but I think we are going to stay home for a while now.
At least until morning. 🙂
I’d love to hear about your highlights from the year?
Vince had been looking online for months after he sold the family trailer at the coast for something more portable to replace it. Two months later, after many false starts, he announced that he had found the trailer-love of his life in Reedsport, Oregon.
“Look at this one, Marsha. What do you think? I think it looks pretty good. It’s got new tires.”
“Muh huh,” Marsha commented, then went back to her own side of the table and started working again.
Undaunted, Vince purchased the trailer, and worked out the details of the vacation. On the appointed day, they left only one half hour late by Vince’s careful calculations, at 6:30 a.m., on their travel adventure. The 13 hour drive on the first day proceeded without incidents. Between sleeping off the remains of her cold, Marsha kept copious notes as Vince dictated the mileage along with the current temperature and exact location and time, adding a few side comments of her own. “It’s 2:46 and we are through the worst of Mt. Shasta and Shasta Lake. It wasn’t nearly as scary as I remembered. Only 24 miles to Yreka.”
Nothing disturbed Vince on his planned vacation. Even the Oregon fog and misty weather couldn’t dampen his good mood as the miles drew him nearer to his dream. Fortunately they weren’t paying for the trailer by credit card. The American Express card had been given a “frog alert” in Redding, but Vince quickly cleared that up. Arriving at the home of the young couple that sold the trailer in Reedsport before dark, Vince had met his first goal, Get there before dark.
Vince, Marsha and Kalev looked the trailer over. They liked it. Neither of Vince nor Marsha mentioned or even really knew what the strange smell was inside the trailer. The title and money exchanged hands, and the couple headed north 20 miles to their hotel in Florence for a good night’s sleep before picking the trailer up and starting their vacation back to California.
Even cheerful after 13 hours of driving Vince remarked, “Look a historic bridge. How cool! Later he added, “I think it was the ocean air.” Vince cautiously broached the forbidden topic of possible defects in the trailer. “Maybe it’s just because it’s been closed up for a while.”
Marsha reminded him, “The ocean doesn’t smell like that. Maybe they forgot to empty the holding tank.” Hoping not to dispel the lingering optimism, she quickly added, “It will disappear.” They reached The Old Town Inn in Florence, Oregon. Vince quickly checked into newly remodeled Room 104 tired but not worried. “The clerk told me they have the best doughnuts in the world,” Vince announced to his ever-dieting wife.
Little did they both know that they would have far more dangerous threats to Vince’s unbounding enthusiasm later in the journey.
Do you think Vince will be able to maintain his good nature throughout the trip? Have you had a vacation during which nothing could irritate or upset you? Tell me about it.
How could Photoshop be relaxing? Well, for one thing it’s not 110 in my house! That’s helpful because it is about that outside. I walked and swam this morning, but that was before 8:00 a.m. If you are thinking about coming to see me, you might want to rethink coming in late June through late August.
I started another blog on Blogger and am specializing in history resources. Basically I’ve taken some of the articles I have here, and revised them for that blog. Today I decided to put some of my Photoshop classes to work. I edited these photos in Bridge, and all I did in Photoshop was to add my name. Can you tell the differences? There are three.
In these I worked in Camera Raw. I pressed Auto and immediately Camera Raw saw things to correct that I wouldn’t have thought possible. After CR made changes, I adjusted for more clarity and vibrance. I was pleased with how they came out.
Actually I’m not sure I like the after better on this third set. What do you think?
Amazingly, I spent hours doing this. Then I checked my emails and realized that five hours before our new secretary for CCSS had asked me for some information. So, I guess I spent FIVE hours. I think I fixed lunch somewhere in there also! Amazingly I didn’t get too frustrated, so it was a RELAXING day. OK I did get frustrated with Blogger because it wouldn’t delete my WP slide show, but it wouldn’t show it either. That resulted in having to completely redo the post and reinsert all my new pictures. I forgot about that frustration! hahaha! You can check out that blog too, if you’d like. I’ve had 85 views just today, and I just got it done right! 🙂 Most of them saw the bad job that I did! 🙂
Now I must stop being so relaxed and get ready for a birthday party in the next 10 minutes or so. I have swimming hair and no make-up. Not a good sign. 🙂 Tomorrow I’ll be relaxing looking at your blogs, So shop around in my other posts, please and leave me some likes and comments. Have a great weekend. 🙂 Lots of love to y’all 🙂
I would be a liar if I said this wasn’t going to be a name-dropping post. I don’t think I’ve ever been to a meeting where there was a more diverse group powerful people assembled in one room, and I’ve been to a few meetings. The purpose of this impressive gathering was to demonstrate solidarity over one issue: the absolute imperative of returning civic education to a more prominent role in public school curriculum K-12.
National testing has awakened public officials to the increasing crisis of civic education in the United States, and they are taking steps to come together to address the issue. You can see below the interesting people that spoke at the summit, which didn’t include the influential 200 member audience.
This summit introduced the 2013 recipients of Civic Learning Awards. State Superintendent Tom Torlakson, and Chief Justice Tani G. Cantil-Sakauye honored students and teachers from around the state for their work with hand-on programs such as The Center for Civic Education’s, Civitas Program. My friend Terri Richmond was among those honored at the summit.
A panel discussion included an individual call to commitment from Moderator, Hon. Judith D. McConnell to high-ranking officials in: the Juvenile Court system, the Mexican American Legal Defense and Educational Fund, Service Employees International Union Local 1000, and the California Chamber of Commerce. Each of these panelists discussed why they felt civics education was essential to be included in public education at every level.
Keynote speaker O’Connor started by stating “This country matters, to me, to you, to all of us, and frankly to the world. We live in a world that has very little guidance such as we have tried to provide in promoting the rule of law.” According to Justice O’Connor, the Rule of Law gained popularity in the 1950s when the United States and the world grappled with ways to deal with difficult situations in different parts the world besides going to war and killing one another. She credits Lewis Powell, Former Supreme Court Justice from Virginia, who became the great advocate of the “Rule of Law” and involved the other justices as well.
The purpose of civic education is to educate the people on what it means to say, “We believe in the Rule of Law,” which includes having legal principles that guide our local, state and national governments. It has to be taught to every generation, which is not a simple process because each person has to understand the concepts for themselves before they can teach them. Discussing the 2010 national assessment O’Connor quipped, “Less than 1/2 of the students knew the purpose of the Bill of Rights and it’s right there in the title.” In addition 2/3 of American youth scored below proficient on a national civics test. The Honorable Deanell Reece Tacha, Dean and Professor of Law at Pepperdine University School of Law quoted statistics found on the National Constitution Center website indicating that both adults and children know more about the sports and entertainment industries than they do about the government of their country.
O’Connor did not suggest that other subjects should be limited in order to focus on civic education, but indicated youngsters need to learn all subjects, not just one or two. She suggested that civic education can be practiced through experiences in the classroom such as student government. What prompted O’Connor to begin advocating for more civic education was when she began noticing the legislation around the country enacted to punish judges. One proposed state law indicated that the parties who lost their case in a courtroom should sue the judge.
Towards the end of her interview, O’Connor mentioned the iCivics program that came about from a national think tank with which she had been involved. Participants on the iCivics website play games and learn about the legal system.
Chief Executive Officer of the State Bar of California, Hon. Joseph Dunn, told a story about a young worker who wanted to change working conditions in a shipyard by calling a protest. Only one showed up for the protest the first day. The solitary protester was attached, beaten up, and thrown over the fence. On the third day, his friend joined him, and finally as more and more workers joined him, they ormed the Solidarity Union. That was the beginning of the end of the Soviet Union. Dunn’s point was that the protester who started the ball rolling did not intend to lead an earthshaking movement. This man was not trying to change the world, but just his own situation. In the same way Justice O’Connor is now calling for a return of civics education and literacy in her world at a national level.
Dunn then called State Senators, Hon. Joan Buchanan, Hon. Leland Yee, Hon Marty Block and Hon. Mark Wyland up to the podium sound the call to action at the state level in California. Yee reported that many Chinese Americans were afraid to register to vote because they didn’t want to be called for jury duty. Each of the Senators was passionate for the return of civic education to public schools.
I want to thank my friend, Dr. Michelle Herczog, who was on the planning committee of this event, for making sure that CCSS, was represented at this meeting. It was an honor to attend this special invitation summit, and as the President-Elect of California Council for the Social Studies, I was thrilled represent our organization on behalf of social studies educators across the state of California. The summit is only the start, however. There will be opposition to this movement to include more civic education for students. Teachers have many things to teach. High stakes testing does not currently test civics. Some teachers and adults remember civics as being boring. Justice O’Connor was among them. She never expected to be pushing for civic education in her old age, but that was exactly what she did at this summit, and now dedicates her life to this cause around the country.
There is a pressure to do too much with too little in public education, but we have to ask ourselves, “What is the cost of NOT educating our youth about how democracy works in the United States? What if the next generation does not grow up supporting the “Rule of Law?” Is this a price that we, as current citizens, want to pay?
Yes, I did. I came in 98.45% of over 2,000,000 go-cart racers in speed!!! I have the paperwork to prove it!!! OK J was 99.96%. Here’s the big difference. He came in #1 in our heat, and I came in ……
Here’s a few shots from the sidelines of the track. J raced three times. He’s wearing brown pants, and was #1 all three times. He even got better each time.
The flags were very important. Most people know that the white flag is the last lap, and the checkered flag means the race is over. I got the blue flag a lot. That meant someone was in back of me wanting to get around me. “Move over to the right, Slow Poke!!!” So, like the polite driver I am, I did. I guess everyone passed me. Only one person bumped me, but V got bumped and spun around. I sure don’t know how HE beat me!!!
The dress code was a little strange. I expected a helmet, but not a sock cap that went over everything but your eyes and nose. I accidentally threw mine away at the end, but the guys were really nice. You can see it sticking out below the helmet on this guy.
Sitting in these low go carts wasn’t as bad as it looks for an old person like me. I was glad V was along, or I would have been the only old person there in that heat! I was the only woman. You drive it a little differently than a car. The right foot pedal is go and the left is brake. The cars have governors on them, so the race way guys stop your car sometimes, or makes it go very slowly. Then, all of the sudden, you just take off, full speed. NO control!!!
Dad gave it up after one race even though he paid for three times. He watched PROUDLY as his son won every race. V was really glad I raced. He was #9. There were 10 racers.
If you haven’t guessed already, V’s Son, J, will soon turn 43. Of course, I’m WAY too young smart to have had a son THAT old!! My pride is the only thing that keeps J as a step-son rather than granting him full sonship. I bore him when HE was 25. OUCH!!!
So….I have a racing card now. I’m registered in the system. So how about you? Want to go with us next time?
Traveling to conferences often allows attendees the opportunity to explore new places. National Council for the Social Studies moves their conference each year to a different part of the country allowing social studies teachers to learn geography as well as history, civics, economics and all the social studies. In Seattle I ate in some top Diners and Dives restaurants, rode to the top of the Space Needle, got lost in downtown several times, and best of all, went to the Pike Place Market.
Outside the market you needed an umbrella, which I had left at the top of the Space Needle the night before, but inside, the weather was perfect. I hadn’t carried my Canon in the rain, so these pictures all came from my iPhone.
Since we had just eaten lunch, the flowers attracted us at first. Bouquets ranged from $5 – $15. This one was $10, I think. We wondered how they sustained themselves, but would have bought at least one bouquet if we weren’t going on the plane hours later.
Free samples abounded, and these Honey Crisp apples were sweet and crunchy, just the way I like apples. All the varieties of apples came from Washington, but other fruits and vegetables came from all over. One item we asked about came from Delano, just south of us in Kern County, California.
Although fruits and vegetables provided the most color, while fish throwing attracted the biggest followers. I tried to capture the fish in motion, but clicking at exactly the right time challenged me.
We saw lots of fish eyes, oozy clams, live oysters, and tasted smoked salmon jerky at $39 + a pound.
After the fish festival, Mary wanted to experience the shoe museum which meant a pay a quarter, peek through a lit window for about a minute, and have your picture taken outside the painted window display.
You can buy anything you might need at this outdoor market, and people come from around the world to do so. How does this compare to markets in your city or town? Did you like it?
Most of the time I don’t actually DO anything. I go places and look at stuff, and I listen to people, and I talk, both verbally and in writing. Since I met y’all I also take pictures so that you can shadow me as I don’t do anything.
When the History Ladies (that’s my friends and I) got to Palm Desert, Debbie thought I might enjoy walking through the La Quintaart festival. This is a timely post because if you like the looks of this, and hurry, there is another event on Dec. 1st. I took so many pictures at this event that there is no way I can show them all. So I’ll probably divide this post into many posts, or I will include a gallery. Which would YOU prefer?
I’ll start with an overview of the different booths that caught our eye. There were so many booths that I only took the ones where either the vendors or the art objects attracted me.
Delores was the first, and by far the most gregarious person we met, located in the first booth as we walked up. She told us all about the regulations of participating with the La Quinta Arts Foundation. Everything exhibited has to be hand-made. There was nothing made in China, but I did meet a vendor who was born in France.
Delores insisted that since I was going to blog about the event anyway that her friend Bill walk us up and introduce us to the coordinators of the event. They gave us their blessing and introduced us to the La Quinta Arts Foundation website, for which you have a link at the beginning of the post.
Unassuming, friendly, and informative Jeff Davison told us how he took tree stumps, ground turquoise and filled in the gaps in the wood grain, and held it together with a resin. My favorite item had no particular purpose, unlike the many bowls, but the differences in texture and color drew it to me.
Next we stopped in to see Jason. I immediately began taking pictures because Jason was busy with numerous customers. He stopped me and gave me an etiquette lesson on photography before he said hello. In spite of my photographic over-exuberance he forgave us when we both purchased a piece of his work.
A husband and wife team produced the next exhibit that I liked. She wasn’t there, and her husband did not want to be photographed, but he told me how they work. She is the sculptor. She produces the work in clay, makes a mold ifrom that, and then they cast the bronze statue. He takes over and paints the statue.
My friend Debbie liked the next booth that had clean burning slate candles. You never have to replace the wick, and the oil burns perfectly clean.
V would have loved these painted umbrellas by Garrison. I loved the vivid colors against the clear blue sky. They also had placemats and pillows painted on canvas and treated to be waterproof.
Dominique Blanchard, a French artist living in California for more years than many of you are old (even though he is still young), still retained his accent. His colors of copper and turquoise attracted me to his booth. Although not necessarily my favorite piece, his use of figure/ground in this piece made it interesting. What seemed unique to me was the bumpy texture and the resin coating. Someone else liked it as well. It was sold when I got there.
As the sun was just starting to go down, these two exhibits above became the most exquisite under the umbrellas. The glass blowers were a little hesitant to let me photograph their work because other glass blowers go online and steal ideas off websites. So if you are a glass blower reading my non-glassblowing site, please DO NOT create one of these works of art.
Elliott Newton explained how his high temperature glaze creates crystals as it bakes. The crystals made the already beautiful pieces come to life as the sunlight reflected off them.
Finally I saw this elegantly dressed woman standing in a booth, and asked if the booth was hers. She was visiting from the booth across the walkway which was hand-made clothing. I probably couldn’t have afforded to wear any of the pieces she displayed, but I thought she looked interesting.
Of course what are art festivals without guests. These pair of poodles posed and performed for the camera, sitting and lying down on demand.
Clearly this visitor was not enthralled with having to come to the exhibit. He needs a camera. Cameras even make car shows interesting!!!
I’m guessing that his lucky wife is shopping behind him, and he’s turning his back to ensure that he can’t see what she’s buying him for his birthday. OK, I admit it, I don’t REALLY think THAT. He’s probably just hungry.
So did you enjoy the Arts Under the Umbrellas Festival? In another post, I can give you more pictures of each display – or not, if you’re tired of looking at art for now. I could do a gallery, or I could even create individual pages for separate artists. It’s all easy if my internet works.
I don’t know how to still be likable, and yet admit to you how spoiled I have been – and still am. I hope you won’t hate me too much. As a county office employee, I attended three yearly statewide meetings, and represented our region of 5 Central Valley counties sharing ideas and bringing back ideas and information from the other 11 regional leads. Since my job hasn’t been filled, I had the privilege of short-term employment to attend the first meeting of the year.
For me this means driving 4-5 hours often after work, spending the night in a hotel at a government rate of about $89, having a free breakfast at the hotel, attending a meeting with friends I have made from around the state from 9:30-3:30 (or so), coming back stimulated meditating on all my plans and ideas as I drive home 4-5 hours depending on traffic.
Here comes the spoiled part. When I was working I didn’t give TOO much thought to the lodging. I stayed at Embassy Suites the last time I went to Los Angeles County Office of Education. When I got around to registering myself – on the way down to LA, Embassy Suites didn’t have any more rooms at government rates. I didn’t want to spend $179 for the room, so I got out my trusty iPhone, and started looking for hotels. Quickly I found the American Inn. The icon looked ok, and it was only $69, just $20 less than the government rate for Embassy Suites. Not too bad. Tonight if you are looking it up online it’s an even better rate.
My first clue that I might have made a poor choice, and that I was SOOOOOO spoiled was the lobby. There wasn’t one. Registration took place at a carved out space in the wall with a window, and a little pass through hole like a ticket booth at the theatre into which I entrusted with my identification . The attendant looked carefully at my driver’s license (about 5 minutes) until I began to wonder if he found a warrant for my arrest. Finding none, I guess, he finally gave me back my license, and passed through a detailed information card to complete. Once I had filled that out he passed out the KEY and I was on my way. No cookie, no smile, no complimentary snacks, drinks or breakfast. Oops!
The sad thing – and the most spoiled of all – is that I had no one to blame but myself for the plight I had gotten myself into. And it was only my spoiled attitude that made it a plight.
My new front door, Room 102, was the second door away from the busy street called Imperial Highway. I didn’t feel queenly or imperial in any way. There was a plastic foot-shaped clear plastic sack that must have blown down the street and landed right outside my door. Step right up. I hoped that those walking down the street wouldn’t decide that my room invited a knock on the door. I stayed outside in my car until it got almost dark because the room was dark with the heavy curtain that didn’t quite close, but I was uncomfortable leaving it open
I did finally have to go into Room 102 because after traveling for 5 hours to get there I had to use the bathroom. I prayed that the outside door held shut because the bathroom door was broken. I finally scraped it shut, but it bent a little along the crack around the hinge as I did so. As I sat there briefly, I counted the long hairs left on the shiny clean bathroom floor, and I wondered how many more I would find in the tub. By the next morning I was only worried about whether hot water was going to EVER come out of the shower head.
Of course, since there was no lobby, there was no place to grab a bite to eat in the hotel, either – at least that I found. Actually it was a motel, and I thought about going out for dinner, but then I thought about driving or walking down Imperial Highway, and decided I could skip dinner. Fortunately I had plenty of reading material, and a knitting project. Who needs calories anyway?
The bed at the American Inn was firm, but comfortable, and the traffic stopped about 1:00, but I have heard traffic in some of the most expensive places, so considering that I was only a few steps from the traffic, it was not bad at all.
So here’s the deal. I took my camera to record my trip, but decided not to take pictures. It wasn’t that the American Inn was all that bad. I hate being honest, but the truth is that I AM spoiled. I had to be my own secretary, and I have a few things to learn! So can y’all forgive me and still like me not just because I’m spoiled, but I enjoy being spoiled better than not being spoiled?
Today our San Joaquin Valley Council for the Social Studies had their big planning meeting. One thing that came out of that was the need for a one page FAQ sheet for the Common Core Standards for Social Studies teachers in particular – to quell their fears of the unknown. This is all I got done this afternoon. See what you think of it, and tell me what else you thing should be on it.KNOWN ASSESSMENT FAQs
• Common Core Assessments for ELA and Mathematics begin field testing in spring 2014.
• Common Core Assessments for ELA and Mathematics begin testing in spring 2015.
• There will be History-Social Studies reading and writing tasks included in the test for language arts.
• These assessment tasks will NOT be aligned to the California History Standards, but the reading complexity, or lexile levels, will be appropriate for the grade level of the student.
• The CST for ELA, mathematics, history-social science, and science will be given until 2014 when it will sunset.
• There are sample test items on both the Smarter Balanced and the PARC websites.
WHAT WE DON’T KNOW
• We don’t know what will replace the CST tests for History-Social Science and Science
WHAT WE KNOW ABOUT HISTORY-SOCIAL STUDIES STANDARDS
• We know a consortium has been working on Common State Standards for History-Social Studies.
• We know the standards will be presented at the National Council for the Social Studies Conference, November 16-18 in Seattle, WA
• We know that the one of the primary developers will present these standards at the California Council for the Social Studies, March 6-8, 2013 in Burlingame, CACome and join us if your on the left coast this year. We are going to have a major Common Core Conference within our regular California Council for the Social Studies Conference – 8 hours of intensive training in the Common Core Standards and how they pertain to teams of History-Social Studies/English Language Arts teachers.
I did say hoity-toity didn’t I?The beautiful people and their enviable homes are part of the view, but don’t get too close!We didn’t really mind. We can’t use our ultra-ultra close-up lens if you get too cozy anyway. Another of the plants I liked may be a bottle brush plant, but I don’t think so. The flowers look like purple fireworks exploding.And finally, no teacher is worth her salt if she doesn’t talk about schools. We came across a flock of birds hovering over the ocean close enough to leave their shadows. I’m sure the fish below them were quivering with fear when they saw the shadows glide across their school crossing.With that I bid you good night, and pleasant reading and traveling.
Social describes the social studies community of California Council for the Social Studies (CCSS). The first CCSS.History-Social Studies people can be controversial and argumentative, or they can cooperate, and accomplish a lot. Usually it’s a little of both.There’s a lot of persuading and synergy going on in California Council for the Social Studies these days.Committees do the work of the organization. They set goals, review the organization’s position statements, gain new information, and network. Their needs, and the needs of the social studies teachers they serve and represent drive changes, and keep the 51-year-old organization growing and thriving.Committee members concentrate, using the time to research on the internet.Others are planning, working out the details.Some committees are more social than others. The Membership Committee wants to attract new members while retaining current ones to keep the organization viable and healthy.Other committees are more pensive and academic as they determine what should go into future issues of the organizations scholarly journal, “Social Studies Review”.At the end of the day all six committees had written motions describing what they wanted to accomplish by the conference, “Social Studies on the March” in March, 2013. They knew who was responsible to carry out the tasks, and how much it would cost. Each gave a short report as they finished up the paperwork to document the decisions that had been made.And best of all, nobody killed anybody!
Romantic, historic, and definitely NOT obstreperous – even with 1,000 fourth through twelfth grade students and their parents and teachers meandering through the labyrinth corridors.
May was definitely the right month to stay here. The weather was a perfect 80 degrees. We were Walking in Sunshine, and it felt GOOD!
You may wonder how come everything was calm and quiet with hundreds of students going in and out the buildings. The fact was that these students, far from being obstreperous, were model students. Serious state contenders came to compete in National History Day–California.
There were lots of wide open spaces for students to congregate, and most were busy studying or talking quietly together while they waited for their turn to present their projects to a panel of three judges.
Many of them took pictures, like I did of all the photographic locations around Mission Inn.
So if you every get to Riverside, California, stay at the Mission Inn. Even obstreperous middle and high school students are miraculously calmed by the majestic ambiance.
My name is Edward. I know what you are thinking, that is a boring and common name. That’s true, but I am not boring or common. I am the most amazing person you will ever meet because my family is famous! Not like movie stars. Better than that.
My mom is the best baker in the world. Just for fun, she decided to make a chocolate pudding pie big enough for everyone in the state of California to share it.
She didn’t have a big enough bowl for that, so she used the Grand Canyon to mix everything together.
When it was done mixing, she didn’t have a refrigerator big enough to chill it, so she had it flown to the North Pole. It took 200 helicopters to get it off the ground.
My dad is the nicest guy you will ever meet. He holds doors for people. He always remembers to say please and thank you. He loves kids and animals, and even old people. He loves animals so much that he is a wild animal rescuer in Africa.
Every week, he gets on his super fast speed boat and travels to Africa to save animals that are sick or injured. Last week, he met a cheetah with a toothache. The cheetah told my dad (you see my dad speaks cheetah) that he had been eating too many berries because he didn’t want to hurt the gazelles and the sugar in the berries caused a cavity.
My dad pulled the tooth and made a necklace for the cheetah to keep forever.
My grandpa may be the most amazing person of all time. When you first meet him, he is quiet and friendly, but don’t let that fool you. He is a knife maker during the day, but in his spare time, he wrestles bears.
This one time we were camping when a great big brown bear came running towards our camp. It was so scary, but my grandpa jumped in front of him and flipped him over. My grandpa is so strong, when he threw that bear to the ground; he caused a great big hole that went all the way through the middle of the mountain. After that, they changed the name of the mountain to Mount Vesuvius.
There was another time we came across a Yeti. That’s a Big Foot that is all covered in snow. It was three times taller than my grandpa and weighed at least a ton. My grandpa scared him so bad, he ran away so fast that it caused an avalanche and buried all the Yeti’s in the snow. That’s why no one can find the Yeti’s anymore.
I know it is hard to believe from someone with the name Edward, but take my word for it, my family is the most wonderful family ever.
Academic Vocabulary is one of the six major shifts in language arts standards as states are moving to implement the Common Core Standards. Teaching academic vocabulary is going to be ubiquitous. Every content area teacher ia already responsible for teaching vocabulary. All content teachers teach the vocabulary that is unique to their content. Where, but in a history class, would you learn the word Senate? The shift in academic vocabulary instruction due to the implementation of the Common Core Standards in English Language Arts is that all content area teachers will become responsible for teaching Tier 2 words, words that are ubiquitous across all content areas.
The word ubiquitous is ubiquitous. While this is an accurate and true statement it is the perfect example of why having students use vocabulary or spelling words in a sentence is not an effective learning strategy. However, the question is whether or not the word ubiquitous rises to the level of being classified as academic vocabulary that should be taught by direct instruction by content area teachers. I would argue that it does not.
Granted when you meet a person and he or she uses the word ubiquitous in general conversation, your first impression is that the person is well-educated. I know that because it happened to me. I remember exactly where I was when I when I first heard the word ubiquitous. My husband and I were eating lunch at Hometown Emporium in Exeter, California, when a friend approached him and said, “My friend, you are ubiquitous.” I was impressed with this friend, and we spent the next five minutes discussing his choice vocabulary word – and that was my introduction both to the word and the friend.
Only Tier 2 words are targeted for direct instruction by all content area teachers. Is ubiquitous merely a showy, ostentatious Tier 3 word, or is it truly an academic necessity Tier 2 word? Based on the work of Isabel Beck, who categorizes academic words as Tier 1,2 or 3 level, I would classify ubiquitous as a Tier 3 word. It is not a common or Tier 1 word like pencil or high use word like the. It does not have different meanings in different content areas like Tier 2 words: table, key, or expression.
STRATEGY FOR DIRECT INSTRUCTION OF VOCABULARY
To give you an example of a ubiquitous Tier 2 word, let’s put the word table on the table. To do that I’ll create a table to demonstrate how it is used in different content areas.
Even though Common Core standards are only adopted nation-wide for language arts and mathematics, language arts standards are particularly ubiquitous. To make a point, I would argue that Common Core standards in English Language Arts are even MORE CORE, more ubiquitous, if you were, than in mathematics because students have to read, write, speak, and listen even to master the core mathematics standards.
Common Core standards are ubiquitous in the United States. Again, I would argue that the major shift of teaching academic vocabulary may be the most ubiquitous of the six major shifts in language arts standards. Words are important. They represent the expression of all we think and do. Words are ubiquitous.
I don’t know how a person can turn a fun day into a boring article, but I’ve started this at least three times, and I have succeeded in boring even myself all three times.
I could just describe the site of my story, and let you take guesses about where it takes place, but the title was the one good thing I started writing, and I refused to edit it. So I ruined that serendipitous moment. I wanted to tell you all about my pictures of Evangeline’s Costume Mansion, but I forgot to resize my pictures, and they wouldn’t load fast enough, so in the interim I started writing about paying $20 for parking, then getting lost. That’s an exaggeration. No, not the parking fee. You can’t get lost if you have a working a cell phone. If you can’t read a map, or the directions, or even if you can, and you can’t see your husband, if you are conspicuous enough, he will see you and text you, “Look to your left.” There he was waiting to eat at Railroad Fish and Chips at 1100 Front Street.
But Evangeline’s really was the shop that grabbed my attention. At work I am planning a student event in Allensworth, a turn of the century freedom colony State Historic Park in southern Tulare County, and my fellow planners want to bring the historic state park to life by training 150 African-American teen docents to be the townspeople resplendent with turn of the century costumes. So when I saw costumes in this old west town, I thought, “Perfect, I’ll find just the costumes I need to bring Allensworth to life.”
I walked in and was greeted by the saloon girl up on the shelf. She probably gets her feathers ruffled by the air conditioning blowing on her all the time, but she never complained while I was there.
Sally pointed the way with her cane to the Old West Room. This was the room if you wanted to look like Sally.
I was pretty sure that we didn’t want 75 young teen-aged female students looking like Sally. For a little bit more respectable look, you could walk out the door and into the hall. However, the key words here were “a little bit”. Still not quite right for a student event for teaching local second to fourth graders about California’s only all African-American freedom colony, founded by Col. Allensworth, a retired Army chaplain. Fortuitously, there were more rooms.
Unfortunately, the rooms had different themes, and none of them quite fit the Allensworth I had envisioned. It was an interesting diversion, though. For someone feeling a little more militant, and a little pessimistic about the air quality in California, then this might be the perfect costume topper.
Of course there were boots or shoes to go with every costume.
Ladies, right this way. Boots and gloves to go with your gas mask.
Now, if you want to go even higher in the line of military gear, you can go to the very top.
Arnold, what are you doing in with this bunch? You are the terminator, not the Commander-in-Chief.
Maybe you’ve felt a bit off your game, a little strange, out of it even. Have they got the costume for you!
I AM smiling.
Just hope you don’t land in the hospital.
If you do I hope you find someone helpful to fit into these shoes.
There were bloody legs and heads, police helmets and badges and more shoes, but after that I thought I’d better find my ride back to the real world.
So I headed back to the street to call my husband, but I got side-tracked.
About then my cell phone vibrated me, “Look to your left.” It was time to go back home.
Some of our yard art automatically changes with the seasons even though California is not as seasonal as Indiana where I grew up. When I started this website, the creek behind our house that is a sandy trail for motor cycles 9 months out of the year had water in it.
In April the flowers getting most of the attention in our yard were primarily the wild, California poppies. Bees were busy.
Cherry blossoms attracted the bees, too.
Trees this year promised lots of cherries.
Things happen, and in a region where the temperature usually goes from wintry cool to instant three digit numbers, our weather pattern took a detour on April 11 and pounded our yard art.
All I could do is stand and watch the beauty and art in the storm.
Some of the living art made it. The cherries, not so much. If you look really closely you still can’t find a single cherry on the tree that looked so tempting before April 11.
By the end of May I anticipated biting into ripe juicy apricots in spite of the hail.
Tonight, two weeks later, I have lost some of my naivety about trees that tease you with their abundance.
However, I can’t totally lose heart and hope. We may not have green thumbs when it comes to fruit, but the roses bloom until the weather does get into the 100s, and the cooler than normal temperatures helped them keep up their artful color.
Some of our yard art is planned quaint.
Some is unplanned quaint.
And on this breezy, summer evening in June Puppy Girl and I enjoyed becoming part of the quaint yard art.