It’s not every day that a good book about both geography and history comes along, but Lisa Winkler’s non-fiction epic, A Black Cowboy’s Ride Across America, guides the reader from New Jersey to California. Each chapter portrays the real-life adventure of an African-American teacher, Miles Dean, who rides horseback across the United States beginning September 22, 2007. The mini-biography of Dean spans not only the country, but the centuries of African-American history in various places along the way.
There is not enough room in history books to tell the stories of all the remarkable people who walked this earth. So they leave out those folks who do not specifically advance the historical narrative the editors wish to portray. For example, American children all read about George Washington, the first President of the United States, and they should. Do they also know about Blanche K. Bruce, the first African-American to serve a full term in the U.S. Senate in 1874? Readers travel with Miles and pick up gems of history where they happened along the journey.
In this book the reader experiences the difficulties of the actual horseback ride across motorized America in spite of extensive planning, along with the exuberance of meeting welcoming strangers in every place. Readers learn along with Miles about various famous African-Americans, who were firsts in fields that don’t make the history books, such as horse jockeys or cowboys. Rather than being a chronological history, this is a geographical history. Every locale has its heroes and heroines, and they fit into various historical time frames. The focus of this book is on African-American heroes from each stop along the way, so there might be a Civil War hero, and a country singer in the same location.
In truth children learn history, just as they learn their first language, from those closest to them. They learn about their own ethnicity from their parents and grandparents, and blend it in with their growing life experiences. They hear the stories of the folks in their home territory. Then they learn how those stories fit into the broader scope of history. Somewhere along the way, they begin to pick up an internal timeline. In this book the reader becomes like a child growing up in each site where Miles stops, and learns a bit about each place, whetting their appetite to follow-up and research more about specific people or events later.
Winkler’s mini-biography easily meets the Common Core Standards for English Language Arts, since students will be required to read greater percentages of non-fiction texts. This is a book that will interest students, particularly ones who like horses and cowboys. Teachers are often looking for books that will appeal to disenfranchised students. This book is the perfect hook for African-American males, statistically having the largest percentage of students in this category. Miles, the rider, is the first hero, attempting this difficult trip at age 57, and overcoming obstacle after obstacle, persevering until he completes his goal. Then meeting all the unsung African-American heroes along Mile’s historic epic gives these students a sense of belonging and contributing to the history of the United States that is so essential for creating future citizens of this nation.
As an educational consultant, I think this book has implications that reach far beyond the written word, and the standards we teach. It touches the heart, and motivates young people to emulate heroes. It goes beyond exposing the faults of the country to forgiveness and allows students to see how people of different ethnicities contributed to the success of Miles’ journey. We don’t forget our history or cover it up, but maturely go beyond its faults and take advantage of new opportunities. We stand on the backs of heroes who paved the way for our success, and move forward in appreciation of their sacrifices to create a better world.
I featured Lisa Walker’s blog, Cycling Grandma, in my Christmas Sweater Post earlier in December. You will enjoy visiting her blog as well. A Black Cowboy’s Ride will make an excellent gift for your child’s teacher, a student in your life, a history buff, or yourself. I hope you will enjoy it as much as I have.
This post was inspired by a prompt from WP Daily Post: Weekly Photo Challenge: Foreign. In this case I chose to focus on the word foreign meaning outside the United States where I grew up, and have lived my entire life. Almost anything that is out of our comfort zone could be classified as foreign, and this trip was as foreign as I have ever felt in my life. I hope you enjoy my long past memory of Paris, France where we traveled to be with my husband’s son when he married a Chinese-Laotian girl who grew up in France.
“The French approach to food is characteristic; they bring to their consideration of the table the same appreciation, respect, intelligence and lively interest that they have for the other arts, for painting, for literature, and for the theatre. We foreigners living in France respect and appreciate this point of view but deplore their too strict observance of a tradition which will not admit the slightest deviation in a seasoning or the suppression of a single ingredient. Restrictions aroused our American ingenuity, we found combinations and replacements which pointed in new directions and created a fresh and absorbing interest in everything pertaining to the kitchen.” Alice B. Toklas
The short time we spent in Paris was lovely – eat visit museums, eat, eat, eat. Wear fat lady clothes. Someone told us that we had to go to this lovely alley Basque restaurant, Auberge de Jarente.
Address: 7 Rue de Jarente, 75004 Paris, France
Phone: 01 42 77 49 35
We have a large Basque community in Fresno, and they are famous for their hospitality and home cooking. This one was no exception. It was early September, slightly cool enough to be comfortable in a light jacket at lunch time. We sat outside and watched people come and go into their apartments across the alley. The dining experience itself bordered on being elegant. Cloth napkins and table cloth. Handsome waiter checking on you often to bring you more of whatever you wanted. Yet the location was an alley – very foreign! I gained 10 pounds just sitting there that afternoon.
We had kind of a meat paella. There were foreign kinds of meats I had never eaten including duck, which was sort of heavy and greasy as I remember. It must have been good, but you’ll never know until you go to Paris. Amateur photographers may take a decent picture once in a while, but they forget that picture-taking is the MAIN objective. That would mean as soon as the meal comes out, the camera is set ready to go. As amateur photographers, we finished our delicious food, then we remembered that we Spencer and Margaret ALWAYS send us picture of their food. oops – oh well! I think that must be a foreign tradition – I still struggle with it. “Eat first, photograph later – the All American Tradition.” – U.S. diner. (me)
This really isn’t an interesting photograph, but it shows just how narrow and crowded the streets are. I can’t imagine driving in Paris, and that is very foreign to me. In my work I was driving about 30,000 miles a year. We stayed in the Hotel du Vieux Marais which you can see if you enlarge this photo is on the right side just in front of the black car.
We did visit the Louvre because you can’t go to Paris maybe only once in your life, and ignore the largest museum in the country, and third in the world. We got too close to Mona, and had to be ushered back. I probably tried taking her picture. (You know those amateur photographers always taking the wrong picture in the wrong place!) I remember the big crowd standing around this tiny painting. It is much smaller that I expected it to be. I don’t know about you, but I get overwhelmed by museums and SO MUCH visual input. I can only take in a little bit, and then I feel stuffed and tired, almost like eating too much. My brain won’t process all that I am seeing. I know I won’t remember more than about one or two things in the museum at the maximum, yet I have this insatiable appetite for visiting museums.
This was one museum I had to visit in honor of my friend, Elane Geller, who survived the Holocaust. Going through this museum really brought home the fact that Jews had been in Europe for at least 400 years before Hitler was even born. I wasn’t able to take pictures inside any of the museums, and I didn’t buy tons of souvenirs. But the golden and bronze religious items on display were ornate and definitely foreign to a simple American like me.
I hope you enjoyed my short walk down my short memory lane. There are a few more pictures, but I have to find out what they are!!! Maybe if I post one that I don’t know you will tell me what it is!????
Sorry that my photos are sort of grainy – too much noise. We discovered undeveloped rolls of film YEARS after we took them. We didn’t even think there would be anything to develop, but there’s enough here to jog our memories. I’m not sure what happened to the rest of our pictures. They were before digital!! That’s foreign to me now! How did I ever exist before digital?
Do you prefer to relax or be very active on a vacation? Ka’anapali Beach Club, one of the Diamond Resorts in Maui, HI, might be a place you would enjoy.
Timeshare travel differs from regular travel, and there is an art to doing it. Believe me, that is another skill I am learning as I move forward into retirement. At age 50 I had never been to Hawaii, never thought I would ever get to go, and was just plain jealous of anyone who had ever been! Things change. Friends asked us to cruise around the Hawaiian islands with them. We landed in Honolulu, Oahu, and visited Kona, Maui, Kauai, and Hawaii. At each island we had several hours to tour, either guided or on our own. We fell in love with Maui, and during our free time there went on a timeshare tour. Timeshare sales people in Maui are as ubiquitous as abizia trees. We were in love with the idea, but not enough to part with tons of our hard earned capital.
We went back the next year with American Express points at the Westin. The Westin was lovely and we talked them out of making us switch rooms mid-week. We did not escape the OTHER Timeshare sales people in Lahaina. Here was the deal, if we agreed to spend 90 minutes with a KBC salesperson, we got a boatload of discounts from the Expedia man. I love discounts, so we did it. (He’s still there by the way.) At that KBC presentation we signed papers to buy a timeshare to come enjoy a scenic view suite in Maui every other year for the cost of only $11,500. (Much better than $90.000 at the Westin). Unfortunately for the timeshare woman, we (I) got cold feet, but not so cold that we didn’t want a timeshare. Actually V’s feet were never even as warm as mine but he accommodates.
So we went back to Lahaina and visited the Timeshare RESALE salesman (different breed). He sat in his office waiting for people to come to him, and NO free tours of anything. We bought his KBC timeshare at a fraction of the other timeshare value – NO points – deed only, and he very generously cancelled our first contract with Diamond Resorts for 3,250 points. That little tidbit of information plays into a future story.
The next year, our first time as owners, we tried to register to use our KBC timeshare, nobody could find a record that V & M existed, we convinced them that we were real, and we really did own a timeshare there. The next couple of times we used our KBC timeshare, we walked gingerly past the timeshare updaters. (That also plays into another post about this saga.) We didn’t want to run into the poor sales woman who was so sweet, and bought our breakfast, and dinner.
This is our third visit here. We loved the place. It is large, newly furnished and upgraded. It is not a new hotel. They are not building many any of those now. KBC used to be Embassy Suites. There are some downsides – sort of. KBC doesn’t have a full kitchen like our Westin timeshare experience had. On the other hand, it didn’t cost $90,000 per week. It comes with a sink, full refrigerator and electric cooking equipment. Do you know how much V and I wanted to cook in Hawaii?
We have our favorite restaurants, and we try not to eat so much that all we do is eat and sleep. Believe me that is hard!!! We use the microwave, but we really don’t miss the stove. If you have a large family, love to cook, and want to timeshare travel, I would recommend a different resort. If you do like to cook, and many people are whizzes on the electric frypan, then go to Costco on the way from the airport. Many people do – we got stuck in the parking lot, and thought we’d never get out. Costco obviously didn’t contact a feng shui when they designed their parking lot in Maui.
We purchased the one bedroom unit, no frills, no added benefits, no bringing friends or relatives at the same time. But the bedroom is large and comfortable. This was the best shot I took to get an idea of the layout of the entire suite. To the right of the dresser is a nice desk looking out on the scenic view, which by the way is a lot less expensive than the ocean view. Both the closet door and the bathroom door go into the bathroom, so you can access your clothes from the bathroom – a VERY handy feature.
We both loved the bathroom. I know, who wants to spend time in THERE when you are on a vacation? Trust me when you come back with your swimming suit filled to the brim with sand because you can’t stand up in the surf, you appreciate the shower. When you not only can’t stand in the surf, but you can’t get up once you get down, and pounding waves from all directions polish you like a rock or a shell before they toss you out of harm’s way, you appreciate a deep soaking tub. When you go horseback riding, and can barely get off the poor, sweaty animal, foggily clinging to it until you can stand on your own two whatever they are… You get the picture. The bathroom takes on importance in gigantic proportions.
There’s a lot more to tell about this story than you want to read tonight. However, I warn you, I took notes while I was there, so I wouldn’t forget so much.
I’m retired two months, and the court has my number. “No worries,” I think to myself. I was the coordinator of Mock Trial for our county. I know TOO many attorneys and judges. They’ll throw me off in a second, and I’ll be back to Retirement Bliss.
OK that didn’t happen. What did happen was that I ran into our friend and my husband’s former boss, Carlos Aleman, in the Jury Waiting Room – Room 202.
I got caught up on stories from his daughter’s debut at Georgetown University. I’m not quite sure what her major is, but she’s learning all about politics, economics, and wonderfully social studies/civics types of classes – AND she has to learn Chinese!
Then he got called away, and I saw teacher I knew, but she didn’t see me and besides we were watching a video about grand juries. I didn’t have a clue as to what was in store for me. Before I even had a chance to pull out my Kindle story of Tale of TwoCities, a serious woman behind a glass window called about 30-35 names, and lo and behold my name was among them. So up I went to the farthest room on the third floor, Department 10. I can’t tell you a THING about the case, but I can tell you a little about what it was like being on this Grand Jury.
All of us crowded inside the room. More names were called, and I stayed put. “NO WORRIES”, I thought. I speak Spanish. They threw me out last time because I MIGHT understand what the witness said.
“Are you all of sound mind?” The judge asked. Nobody moved a muscle – not even a smile. “Nobody wants to admit to that. Is there anyone here who cannot understand English?” Several people raised their hands. The judge questioned each one individually, and dismissed them all. One man didn’t move. He REALLY didn’t understand English. Finally people motioned and waved goodbye. A big grin spilled over his face. He left.
My name was called. “NO WORRIES” I thought. I am best friends with a defense attorney. The prosecution threw me out last time. I took my place in the juror’s box. They called a few more names.
“OK, that’s 19. the rest of you are dismissed.” I was in shock. I looked around. The rest of the 19 were in shock. The video didn’t warn us about this. It just said how much fun it (the experience of being on a Grand Jury) was, and how much the jurors learned from their experience, and how they trusted the system now.
The judge looked at us, read some instructions, then said, “___ ___.” (no names here) “You are going to be the floor manager (I think that’s what he called him.) Who knew what that meant? Does any one want to be the keeper of the keys? The courtroom is locked at all times until YOU let the witnesses in. One juror finally raised her hand. “And now we need someone to be the court secretary.” No one raised their hand. I volunteered. Then the judge LEFT. Did you get that? The man with the black robe walked OUT of the courtroom.
WOW! Now what? There were two attorneys. One said, “I’ve never done a Grand Jury before.” The other one said, “YOU are in charge,” and looked at US. “You can determine your schedules.”
___ ____ took his/her place in the judge’s spot (the bench). There was a book up there that he could read from when one of the attorneys directed him. (Usually the judge directs the attorneys.) “Oh, and you (and the knowledgable one pointed to me) are going to have to move over here somewhere because you are going to manage all the evidence. But you don’t have to move yet, you can wait until after the break.” So I stayed put. We all got packets with the case. I got a binder with my duties spelled out. I’m in charge of taking roll. I guess a retired teacher can do that with no problem.
Then we started hearing witnesses. After the attorneys finished with their questions, we could submit our questions in writing – but NO TALKING! So we sat quietly and listened and watched. Still in shock. Was this really happening to us? We came back after lunch. More witnesses. One juror had to be home to pick up kids by 3:00, so we adjourned at 2:45. Everybody agreed to start at 8:30 the next morning.
It came SO early! I took roll, and noted the time when ___ ___ called the court to session. More witnesses. No lunch because a different person had to go on a trip, so we got out at 1:08. I wrote it down as prescribed by my job description. ___ ___ admonished us not to talk to anyone, ANYONE about anything regarding the case under penalty of perjury. We will be done on Monday. Our only job is to decide whether the case needs to come to trial, or in courtspeak “whether a criminalindictment will be issued.” That’s it. We don’t decide if the accused is innocent or guilty.
I looked up Grand Jury in Wikipedia. I know that’s not the total expert, but it was quick and interesting to note that ONLY the United States even uses Grand Juries, and only 21 of the states still employ them. Grand Juries got the name GRAND because they are big. Notice, we are a group of 19, not 12. That makes us just Grand as opposed to petit juries, or trial juries. Grand juries had a lot of business and were influential in public matters in the beginning days of the United States. Once public prosecutors came into being, the Grand Jury was not AS necessary to weed out “incompetent or malicious” prosecutions.
So on Monday I go back to do the mostly unnecessary work of weeding out a potentially malicious or incompetent prosecution, with the two prosecutors directing our GRAND group as to what to do. Amazingly, I’m OK with that.
Have you ever served on a Grand Jury? Does your state even use Grand Juries? Did you like the story of my experience, or was it as dull as sitting in a Jury Waiting Room?
The last time I went to the California Central Coast with my friends, we rented a house at Shell Beach for $175 a night (summer rates). This time my husband, puppy and I stayed in our trailer at a KOARV park where we own a time share. The cost for this trip would have been $132 for two nights, but since we own the time-share it is free. Even the wi-fi was free this trip, but it is usually $10 per 24 hour period.
It’s almost like being in a gated community. …without the gate.
There are about as many varieties of RVs here as there are campers. It’s not as interesting as walking up the streets of Berkeley, but there is a story there which I’ll tell you in another blog. What you see in this picture are the park model trailers that belong to the park. When you buy a time share you get a free week in one of the park models, so it’s nice if you have family that can join you. My brother and I stayed in one once because they have two bedrooms so it’s almost like home. You just bring your own linens, and you’re set for the week.
The grounds are well-kept and the flowers… that’s another story as well…
If you’ve read my blog you can go back and read about the Avila Barn to get the setting. This particular park is right across Ontario Avenue from the Avila Barn where you can pick up all kinds of fresh vegetables grown right there. If you walk down Ontario across a bridge, you come to the entrance of a bike path (one of my favs). This path takes you 1.5 miles to a cute grocery story/restaurant where you can get anything for the price millionaires pay. Or you can walk three miles all the way to Avila Beach.
Inside the park it’s quiet except for the freeway which runs directly behind the park above the trees. I tried to capture a picture or a car or truck passing in that little area of sky to show how close it is, but even though I could hear traffic, the trees hid all the cars from my view. Back to the quiet aspect – The reason for the QUIET is the live-in managers who go out of their way to be friendly, visible, and manage us well. Several managers have come and gone since we’ve come, but they are always nice. This current manager gave me a photography lesson, and several photography magazines when he saw me taking pictures around the park. So I took his picture.
Ah yes, QUIET. I guess the better word would be SLOW, and slow seems to produce quiet. All ages come to the park, but it seems to be a majority of older people who bring their whole families.
There are lots of activities here, and you wouldn’t even have to go anywhere else if family time is the object of your trip.
The pool is heated to 85 degrees year round. My brother and I swam at night in March and were perfectly comfortable.
If we got a little cold we climbed into the spa. Had we wanted to, we could have washed the chlorine off of us in an outdoor shower. We didn’t do that, and unlike at the beach, I’ve never seen anyone else do it either.
I have never seen a movie on the outdoor screen, but when Smiley (no kidding, that was his name) sold us the time share, he said that the park shows a movie every Saturday night.
One young man and his son were pretty capable basket ball shooters, so I had fun trying to capture their intense expressions and pretend I was a sports photographer. I needed my 70-300 lens, but I hadn’t expected to use it, so it was in the trailer.
I thought I was all done taking pictures of the stars, but as I started to leave, Dad took a few shots, so how could I stop?
Twins enjoyed the slide while their grandparents watched them.
People walk their , babies, dolls, dogs and ride bikes around the park, but the managers are vigilant.
Years ago one of our friends almost got escorted out of the park because the previous managers had asked her son to slow down two or three times when he was riding his bike. – and he was 7, so you know how long he remembered that!!! Doggies, you have to watch your pees and Qs, too,
or you may wake up and find yourself tied to the posts outside the park.
(JK, but don’t press your luck, poopies, ops puppies.)
Nobody has even scuffed the paint on the shuffleboard. You can decide what that means.
There’s also a clubhouse.
Inside you can play cards or working jigsaw puzzles with friends, enjoy an evening by the fire reading old books that other visitors have donated, play ping-pong or table shuffleboard. That shuffle board table is VERY scuffed. My inside pictures came out poorly. Maybe in my next article, I’ll share them.
Each Saturday and Sunday the park staff cooks a simple breakfast that campers may purchase for about $5.00. We haven’t done that yet, but we did go to a pot luck dinner once and had a good time.
Since many people are here with family members or friends, you smell a lot of outdoor cooking. I usually walk 1.5 miles and have bagels, cream cheese, lox, capers and fresh tomatoes and fruit.
The accommodations are as elegant inside as you want to make them. Ours are simple, but comfortable, and Kalev is welcome here.
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.
As the Common Core Standards attempt to put rigor and relevance back into reading programs, students will be assessed on their ability to analyze primary source documents. This is one of the six major shifts – an increase in reading informational texts from the 9-15% they are currently reading in their elementary reading anthologies to 70% of a high school day they will be expected to spend reading informational texts across core curricular areas. The following is an example of an assessment of Reading Informational Text (RI) at a sixth grade level.
“Students trace the line of argument in Winston Churchill’s “Blood, Toil, Tears and Sweat” address to Parliament and evaluate his specific claims and opinions in the text, distinguishing which claims are supported by facts, reasons, and evidence, and which are not. [RI.6.8]” ELA Common Core Standards Appendix B p. 91.
Immediately California history teachers recognize that this sixth grade reading assessment is a California tenth grade history-social science standard. Clearly sixth graders are not expected to master the history standards to be able to do the task, but just as obviously, they will not have the background knowledge to thoroughly understand the context of this document. Teachers then ponder what they are supposed to do with this dilemma.
I have used this task as an example with many groups of teachers and administrators to show the need :
• for teaching history-social studies regularly at all grade levels • for teachers to have time to analyze how they would tackle difficult reading tasks • to create a sense of urgency that students have to spend more time reading difficult material • for teaching social studies specific strategies for understanding informational texts
When I first looked at this prompt, all my training as a history teacher flew out the window as I was blinded by the task not aligning to the state standards. Once I got over the initial shock, I reverted back to known territory – and used the tools I know. I will walk through this reading prompt as I presented it to teachers and administrators K-12, highlighted by how I would teach it to students as a practice sample in my language arts class or self-contained sixth grade class. This is important to practice because students need to know how to read difficult texts, even when the topic is unfamiliar to them.
“Students trace the line of argument in Winston Churchill’s “Blood, Toil, Tears and Sweat” address to Parliament and evaluate his specific claims and opinions in the text, distinguishing which claims are supported by facts, reasons, and evidence, and which are not.”
Before they begin addressing any task, students need to reread it carefully. This will help them find specific words to explain and clarify the task. In this case all they have to do is to distinguish 1. What are Churchill’s claims? 2) Which claims are factual? 3) Which claims are not factual? (By definition a claim is something that one is asserting to be a fact, so the students looking words that seem like facts, but are not.)
Middle school teachers had no difficulty attacking this task and coming up with solutions, where teachers of other grade levels were somewhat overwhelmed. By and large middle school history teachers approached this task from a language arts perspective. As a language arts teacher, I recognize that there are some Tier Two words in this task information that I would teach because they are important for more than just this test: claim – assertion of something as a fact, address – meaning a speech, and braces – meaning to gain strength to stand against a strong force. I would simply remind students that Parliament a legislative body in England, just like Congress is in the United States, and that people from Britain are called Britons just like people from Mexico are called Mexicans. If I was not going to just teach to the test, as a language arts teacher, I would make a note to myself that my students need to read public addresses as part of my language arts program.
“Blood, Toil, Tears and Sweat: Address to Parliament on May 13th, 1940.”Lend Me Your Ears: Great Speeches in History, 3rd Edition. Edited by William Safire. New York: W. W. Norton, 2004. (1940) From “Winston Churchill Braces Britons to Their Task”
When I gave this task to teachers, I did not give them any tools except to have the task and the speech printed in large font double spaced so they could write on it, and analyze what they did to make meaning of the text. I read the speech aloud to some groups, and that made a difference about how quickly they were able to distinguish emotion-laden words. However, the next time I present this task to teachers, I will give them a choice of tools to use, and have them discuss how those worked. With students, though, I would want to help them gain a thorough understanding of the prompt and to read as a historian. I would want them to learn to question the author. There are many tools recommended by different authors. I will only mention a few here.
• APPARTS: author, (place& time), prior knowledge, audience, reason, main idea, significance • Text, Context, Subtext: (Lesh, 2011) • Evaluating Historical Opinions: (Lesh, 2011) • Fact v Opinion Chart
If I taught history or multiple subjects and I was teaching this to students, I would have them fill out the APPARTS Chart as best they could and then share in groups before they read the document. Sharing is the best way they can build background knowledge painlessly. They find out, not only what they know, but start questioning what they don’t know or might want to learn. Building curiosity by not answering all their questions gives them a motivation to read. I might also have another source for them to read after they do this that provides a bit of background for them. If they were already used to the APPARTS Chart, I might use Lesh’s form, Evaluating Historical Opinions, or use the Fact v Opinion T Chart form so students are looking at the words themselves.
However, as a language arts teacher, teaching history is not my main goal, and I merely want the students to be able to pick out fact from fiction using the language, so I would use the Fact v Opinion Chart. I might give them the background information after they read to confirm their findings. Further, I might play a YouTube video with the actual voice of Churchill as well as primary source video from the time period for the students that are second language learners. I would save this step for after the document has been analyzed to serve as a validation and not a scaffold. Students might then reanalysed the document based on hearing the speech and compare their findings.
I say to the House as I said to ministers who have joined this government I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears, and sweat. We have before us an ordeal of the most grievous kind. We have before us many, many months of struggle and suffering. You ask, what is our policy? I say it is to wage war by land, sea, and air. War with all our might and with all the strength God has given us, and to wage war against a monstrous tyranny never surpassed in the dark and lamentable catalogue of human crime. That is our policy. You ask, what is our aim? I can answer in one word. It is victory. Victory at all costs – Victory in spite of all terrors – Victory, however long and hard the road may be, for without victory there is no survival. I take up my task in buoyancy and hope. I feel sure that our cause will not be suffered to fail among men. I feel entitled at this juncture, at this time, to claim the aid of all and to say, “Come then, let us go forward together with our united strength.
Once the teachers analyzed and discussed the speech from a language arts perspective, looking at the structure of the speech which uses repetition, and for descriptive adjectives and nouns, it was a simple matter for them to do the task. Almost everyone did the task quickly, and they could have written about it, or answered multiple choice questions. This task does not specify how the students are supposed to demonstrate their learning, or what is an acceptable to prove their mastery. I would work with the teachers in my district to create rubrics for this task and others. Rubistar is a website that has a free rubric creation tool that is easy to modify.
Ideally, from an accountability standpoint, students should practice using primary source documents from the time period that aligns to the state history-social science standards. In California, starting in 5th grade the standards are studied chronologically, divided between U.S. History and World History, so this makes reading primary sources more difficult because the style of writing changes over time. It charges younger students with the responsibility to read writing from older periods in history. While historians wince at the idea of making changes to the primary source documents, successful teachers and professors shorten them to make understanding the documents attainable.
As the Common Core shifts happen, and students read more and more informational texts, students will slowly realize that their own thinking, using imagination alone is an untrustworthy method for understanding history, and for understanding informational texts about history.
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.