Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Hollerin' Kid: "MOMMM, JOHN JUST GAVE HIMSELF ANOTHER PURPLE FACE HICKEY SUCKING ON A CUP!"
George: "I just love watermelon... except when they have them nuts in 'em."
Richard to Mom: "Mmmm, I love squeezing your arm; it feels just like yummy marshmallows."
Thursday, May 22, 2008
I'm including the tribute I wrote for her last year because it is still true today. She's just one year better!
I LOVE YOU SARAH GRACE!
A TRIBUTE TO SARAH GRACE ALLEN, MY SISTER
Yesterday was Sarah's 18th birthday. We haven't celebrated yet because we are taking her to The Olive Garden on Thursday night, although we did have cake last night.
Sarah Grace does a lot of work around here. She is in charge of all things laundry, she does half of the cooking, she runs the farm, she makes soap and detergent and stain remover and wipes and she sews and makes things nice. She is a hard working girl!
In the morning Sarah feeds and milks the goats. A little black cat with brown smudged splotches always follows her because Sarah gives her a few squirts to drink while she's milking. She is very kind to animals and they love her. She named one of the ewes "Puppy" because the ewe is affectionate like a puppy wanting to be petted.
Sarah is very smart in school, too. She may be a vet or a midwife or whatever she wants, but Mom and Dad are happy for her to stay here until she gets married. Dad would never send her into the world to take care of herself or to get a job-- no way! Dad teaches us boys that we should always take care of the women in our lives.
Noble men pay for their wives and mothers and sisters and daughters and their wife's mother and aunts and any other women relatives I may have forgotten about. Some women's husbands die or they get ditched by their husbands. Noble men take care of their women.
Sarah Grace is very beautiful. She has blonde hair and bluish grey eyes. She also has a nice figure and a beautiful smile. She is much, much, prettier in real life than she is in pictures.
Sarah also has a super sense of humor. She says funny things a lot. She has great one-liners that crack us up. She and Spencer have clever, dry humor. You can tell she's smart from her jokes. Sarah Grace is fun, but honorable.
I used to sleep with Sarah and we had a big relationship together, but Richard sleeps with her and he's her baby now. I'm glad I had that special time with her. She changed my diapers and made my food. Oh, she made such good food! I'll never forget my time with her.
Sarah is talented, too. She can sing and play instruments and make things and her hand stitches are perfectly spaced.
She is also great at being healthy and making healthy foods for us. She knows about nutrition and she has a whole library of herbal books and recipes.
The man who gets to marry Sarah Grace will be the luckiest man on Earth. She is a wise girl and she is born again. She is spiritual and mature. She doesn't demand her own way. And she loves football. She's got everything a man could want.
Sarah is not silly like some girls and she doesn't have emotional fits like girls on TV.
Sarah Grace is our winningest trophy.
Thursday, May 8, 2008
We pitched a tent in the afternoon and then after eating supper and watching North and South we collected all of our gear and headed out on the open road. We got in the tent and said a prayer before Dad left. We ate some crackers and drank some water. And talked to Mom on the walkie talkie. It seemed like she called every five minutes to make sure we were okay and stayed in the tent.
As I was falling asleep, it sounded like an army of crickets and General Bullfrog were guarding me. It sounded like I was buried under crickets.
When I woke up, I felt like I was on my way to the Mexican-American War. That's what we talked about before we went to sleep. We watched the sun rise pinkish peach and the fog made a mist in the tent. It was cold, but I managed.
We had so much fun that Dad picked up camping books from the library. I've learned the Figure-Eight Knot, the Overhand Knot, the Square Knot, the Granny Knot (which gave me trouble), the Sheet Bend, the Carrick Bend, the Leader Loop, the Slip Knot, the Bowline 1 & 2, the Bowline on a Bight, the Taut-Line Hitch, and I'm working on more. Most of them I can do with my eyes closed! I've also been doing lashings. One of the books, America's Camping Book by Paul Cardwell, Jr., is my favorite on camping.
George and James are sleeping at Ma's house tonight. I'm a lonely boy.
Thursday, May 1, 2008
We mostly learn history from books and movies about a certain time. We have history books but we hardly ever use them except when we are especially interested in something or we are researching a subject. We got some of our ways of learning from an educator named Charlotte Mason.
I'm writing a book called "Swords and Muskets." It is based on four men who were friends during the Revolutionary War. I'm going to write a series of books like The Sharpe Series by Bernard Cornwell.
It's not much fun to write stories about the War Between the States because we lost that one. Every time we read a book or see a movie about then, I already know how it's going to end, and there's nothing to do about it. War is very complicated because there are at least two sides to every story.
Mom has been reading "Kidnapped" to us during tea time, only we haven't been having tea time lately since we've been planting the garden. We left off where David is headed to meet Alan Breck. He just got rid of the blind guy. We've been reading it fast because at the end of each chapter we talk Mom into reading more and more.
We caught a black snake in a mouse trap. It was about 3 1/2' long. James released it in the woods.
Last week George and Mom and Richard and I went on the deck set with the cushioned chairs, glass table, umbrella, and a book called Favorite Poems Old and New. We also took The Original Mother Goose. Mom read nursery rhymes mostly for them but I liked it too. She also read poetry. We heard the big old bullfrog with the low croak in the pond, so Mom found poems about frogs and toads. Every time we saw a bug or bird or flower, we found a poem about it. We were out there for hours.
George hates the nursery rhyme "Georgie Porgie." No really, when Mom reads it, he runs away.... just like Georgie Porgie!