Wednesday, 9 April 2014

Lit from behind

 Taking a break from other hand held technology, we took a peek into daddy's childhood the old fashioned way, with a slide viewer.
Slides cast a different kind of spell than instagram or videos.  First of all, the technology itself almost asks you to climb right into a box marked 1973.  I really like the way the light shines through the images and draws you into a backyard 40 years ago.  The balloons bob along the ceiling of a kid's birthday. The people line up at a potluck in a church basement.  Someone's childhood is documented in such a simple wordless, private way. They are not catalogued images, available to anyone. They are closed up in a cardboard box for someone to stumble on, to discover.

Monday, 7 April 2014

Perhaps

Spring is like a perhaps hand 
(which comes carefully 
out of Nowhere)arranging 
a window,into which people look(while 
people stare
arranging and changing placing 
carefully there a strange 
thing and a known thing here)and

changing everything carefully

spring is like a perhaps 
Hand in a window 
(carefully to 
and fro moving New and 
Old things,while 
people stare carefully 
moving a perhaps 
fraction of flower here placing 
an inch of air there)and

without breaking anything.

e.e. cummings
























































Sunday, 6 April 2014

Halfiweeny

Like all good things, we've come up with a good reason to do it twice. Inspired by a t.v. show, the kids put the wheels in motion and we celebrated halfiween (after two days of preparation) this weekend. Halfiween, Hallowe'en's shadowy April twin, was a little spooky, and there were treats and costumes.
 Apples were a decent substitute for a pumpkin
 Home made treats were improvised.

The floating objects really gave the place that Hallowe'eny vibe.


Tuesday, 1 April 2014

Sunday, 30 March 2014

Trips to the Ice Machine

When we stayed in the hotel, going to the ice machine was a coveted job. It was so important that the kids fought about who would go and they would go often.

Ice machines and the job of retrieving ice are now firmly associated with vacation and good times.

If you really think about it, and they have, there are so many reasons for someone to go to the ice machine. It made me think about all the jobs that I relished as a kid that I now do not give a second thought.

One immediately came to mind.  Picking confetti out of the folds of your cousin's wedding veil (the cousin did not really deem it a necessary job).

The others include: making place markers for Thanksgiving dinner, rubbing leaves on a dirty car to clean it up, pre-selecting and repeatedly re-arranging throw away cups for your birthday party(and lemonade stand) one month ahead of time.

How about you? What jobs did you love to do and have not done for a while?*


*Not sure what category licking the spoon fits into, pretty sure it's not really a job.



Kid Snippets

Thanks to a Facebook share from a friend I stumbled on this very funny little video.  It turns out it is the product of a youtube series channel called Bored Shorts TV and it is the creation of four brothers who started by telling their kids stories about growing up and then the kids told the stories back to them in their own words.  The different versions told through stories and acting are brilliant and everyone in our family enjoy them immensely.
The kids and the adults tell a similar story simultaneously. The kids with their version and the adults with theirs.  They really prove the point that fancy words are not always necessary and that eyes and gestures tell 90% of every story.

Other family favourites include: food allergies and book report and library.

Thursday, 27 March 2014

A song from a home.

There are some birds nesting in our chimney.  On a day like today when the wind is howling, you cannot hear them over the roar. A few days ago though, as the sun drenched the frozen stillness, their cooing was clearly audible as we sat here below.

Their presence raised a lot of questions. Why would they have a nest there when we have fires in the fireplace? Don't they know it's not safe? What about Santa?

I guess it is warm, reasoned one child.

We picture them trapped, stuck in a well.

What do they picture? We are safe, we are warm, we are sheltered from the storm.

As soon as the winds die down, we will listen for their cooing again and wonder about their situation.