I may not be the queen of repurposing, but i do try my best. Not able to find and purchase valances of the right length and type i wanted for my kitchen windows had me tying on my thinking cap. Of course! Old pillowcases! Of all the households’ worth of stuff we have in storage, surely i could find something that would work without using an heirloom. It took me longer to scrounge through all the scraps than it did to make the valances. A couple mismatched yellowed and gross pillowslips were found and put to a new purpose and they are exactly what i had in mind!
If the followers of Brave Writer were the start of homeschooling in America, it would have never taken hold and become the parental freedom of educational choice it is today. Though our forebears fought for and won great victories, our hold on educational freedom is challenged on a daily basis, both personally, as well as on the local, state, and national levels. Yet, Brave Writer takes us backwards. Her points in this article outline such gloom and doom, self pity, and hand holding and – well – to use the modern vernacular this describes a snowflake. This is the wrong direction for home educators. If we are weak, we will be vanquished.
Early home educators faced criminal charges, allowing and promoting truancy, no curriculum, public shame, few knew of others who home schooled, and a host of legal challenges- they were just out there on their own. But those parents were certain of their goals for their children and families which bolstered their enthusiasm and commitment to freedom.
Below is a link to an old HSLDA article outlining the history of home schooling in the United States.
Twenty years ago, home education was treated as a crime in almost every state. Today, it is legal all across America, despite strong and continued opposition from many within the educational establishment. How did this happen? This paper traces the legal and sociological history of the modern home school movement, and then suggests factors that led to this movement’s remarkable success.
Today’s generation apparently is lonely, whatever that means. As a parent/teacher there is so much to learn, teach, share, read, discover, explore, people to meet, places to see, community involvement, youth groups – how could anyone ever be lonely. Many of us of a certain age, decided to home school to get away from groups, structure, group think, group activities – we had our own family goals and agendas – we didn’t need the approval of anyone nor fear we’d have no friends. And fear of fitting in?! For goodness sake, that’s why we home schooled in the first place – we blazed our own path. But, there is nothing wrong with wanting to be part of a group, but don’t complain if you don’t ‘fit in’ – just move on – it’s not a personal thing.
None of this to say we kept ourselves secluded – far and away, most homes schoolers are involved in a myriad of high profile community, educational, and self growth activities and have earned the respect of their elders.
The more i thought about Brave Writer’s article the more convinced i became that it needed to be challenged and to question her intentions. Is she a wolf in sheep’s clothing – acting in support of home education, all the while tearing out the foundation? This article very much sounds like it. Or one using the foibles of social media to create a downward sucking whirlpool of commiserate negativity fostering feelings of helplessness so she can sell you some answer? Anti-home schoolers will thrill to add this gloom and doom piece to their arsenal – for indeed, all that ‘loneliness’ and insecurity will surely harm the children.
To finish my rant, two things: one is that i really don’t think this has anything to do with loneliness and secondly this article does not reflect the ideology of myself and many other parents, who, with wisdom and covenantal commitment, chose to home educate their own children.
Here’s Brave Writer’s article as posted on her Facebook page.
Homeschooling is lonely.
Lonely thoughts: am I doing it right? Doing enough? What if I fail?
Lonely days: you and your kids slogging through, no one entering your house to give you relief, no one else planning a lesson or setting up the art project or supervising PE while you take a break in the teacher’s lounge.
Lonely outings: a field trip of 5—you and your three kids—in a sea of school children and teachers, or alternatively, the only person with kids in tow while people wonder what they’re doing “out of school.”
Lonely self: wanting friends, not sure who will be your friend, wondering how to find them, make them, keep them, coordinate with them, manage the interactions between your kids and theirs, how to fit in when you don’t have the same philosophy or religion or educating style.
It’s a creeping need—at first, the joy of choosing to spend all day every day with your kids is rewarding, fulfilling, and need-meeting. Over time, the craving for adult contact and affirmation becomes profound, powerful, necessary.
The Internet helps—online conversations can tie us together and give us a place to gather—our own water cooler.
Co-ops help—offering a place for parents to chat while kids get instruction you didn’t have to prepare.
Yet it’s more than that.
Underneath the loneliness is this: a craving to be understood, to be accepted.
Can we say our truths, our worries, our different opinions and still be accepted and known by the other homeschoolers? Can we share about our philosophy of education without it raising suspicion or creating rifts?
And what if you are not in the majority homeschooling community? What if you come from a different faith or no faith? How do you find friends then?
The hardest part of homeschooling for me was the feeling that I had to *qualify* to be a member of a given group. The rejection, scrutiny, and exclusion I’ve experienced while homeschooling was excruciating and not unique to me. I know homeschoolers who gave up home education because they literally had no options for community involvement.
If homeschooling is going to thrive, it has to expand and include.
If you are a human being, your beliefs will shift over a lifetime. It’s impossible to guarantee that what you believe is true now will remain in the same configuration for the rest of your life. If you home educate, you are examining those beliefs daily (because you are studying, reading, and discussing ideas all day every day).
When we form groups around beliefs, we teach people to pretend. We say that you must deny the part of yourself that is curious or disturbed or doubts in order to retain membership in the community. That kind of group fosters vigilance to uphold a single perspective, where suspicion becomes a mode of operation rather than support and kindness. Suddenly the strictures of the group become more important than building supportive relationships around home education.
The best homeschool friendships weather change—create space to revise, grow, experiment, and explore—in education models, in religious affiliation, in non-religious affiliation, in various political beliefs, in parenting-styles.
The weakest friendships are built around reinforcing the party-line—and avoiding the discomfort of difference.
The greatest suffering occurs when someone fails to live up to the group’s stated beliefs and is kicked out or shunned or rejected (or is told that their family is now dangerous to others—that one hurt me the most).
We can cure loneliness in homeschool. We do it by building communities that welcome people committed to the daring adventure of bringing education to life for their children. That’s the ground floor of friendship.
Everything else? Fodder for rich conversations over brunch and mimosas at Mimi’s.
Love one another.
My farm in south Missouri has been recently split into two offerings to hopefully generate interest by people with different interests.
This link is to Whitetail Properties who is representing and showing the property. This piece is 30+/- acres fenced pastures with two ponds, nice shade/timber, beautiful updated earth contact home, detached garage and one bedroom apartment. Huge barn out back, horse arena, and round pen. Horse property with home near Springfield, MO.
The other piece is 173 +/- acres just across a lightly used paved road and also includes an RV barn with electrical hookup, fenced, live water, several ponds, stunning views, mountain and mature timber with world class hunting opportunities. Currently leased for cattle pasture. Pasture/Timber
Of course, it is also available in its entirety.
Located in Christian County, Missouri
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Yeah, i’ve harped before about keeping good records and tracking expenditures and income, but when i hear the same people complain about having no money to pay bills, yet when asked if they keep records, they say ‘no,’ it causes me to wonder if they just want to complain, don’t have any idea of where their money is being spent, or perhaps don’t want to know. But, like anything, if one doesn’t make improvements, then you’ll always be able to complain about something and that is stressful.
Here’s a short article i stumbled upon. “Make a Personal Budget and Keep Track of Spending”
It’s imperative and so easy to keep track of expenses. Most can simply use a notebook and pencil. Even easier is to have a calculator in the mix. (Coffee optional) Write down the amount or ask for a receipt when you stop by the coffeeshop for a latte. Picking up a soda from a vending machine – well, you’ll have to write it down. Whatever you need to do, keep track of even the smallest expenditure and categorise it. THEN, you can make decisions to change and improve your financial situations. Reimburse your cash expenditures by writing a check to maintain your petty cash stash. Sure, you can take cash out of your paycheck each month, but it makes it more real when you have to write a check. Keep your petty cash in balance.
This can be applied to businesses as well, but managing one’s household and personal expenses is the first step. Personal finance record keeping should begin in the preteen years – as soon as you earn or spend money.
Here is an article written by Lena Green Rogers and published in the July 28, 1953 edition (Volume LXX, No. 59) of the Daily News-Bulletin, Brookfield, MO about a rest home that was located about a mile west of Linneus, MO on Hwy B. Many of you may remember it as the Infirmary on Infirmary Hill.
Please share this story around and i want to encourage you to add stories and photos to the comments area of this blog. It would be keen to gather more details of this historic, yet long-gone, institution which provided homes to many who had nowhere else to go.
Huge thank you to Tom Morris for having a copy of this article in his desk drawer! (i have, by and large, left the sentence structure and punctuation as it was published in the paper). I plan to visit with his parents, Bill and Crystle Morris in the near future to collect more info.
A contract was signed on November 1, 1948 whereby the State of Missouri agreed to furnish financial aid to the homeless and aged of Linn County, providing the county, which retrained ownership, would still be responsible for the upkeep of the 28 acre tract of land and all buildings thereon. Thus “the County Farm” sank into oblivion and the Linn County Rest Home, located one mile west of Linneus, Missouri, the county seat, came into being.
The patients are housed in a two-winged, grey stone building which contains ten private rooms, four wards, and five bathrooms, as well as a spacious dining room and ample kitchen space. It was constructed in 1898 at a cost of $10,000. However, at today’s prices its estimated value is $100,000. (2015 dollars would be $879,446).
The superintendents, Mr. and Mrs. Vern Turner, are not strangers in this community as they once lived on a farm north of Brookfield. They are the parents of four children. That they are not amateurs in this great humanitarian work has already been proven. They operated “the farm” three years previous to the state-county operation, which, this fall will make a total of eight years they have been there. Certainly they merit the praise of every resident of the county. Periodically they visit other similar institutions and compare methods. They have sought and received much valuable information in the matter of handling border-line mental cases from the management of State Hospital No. 2, at St. Joseph, Missouri. So far very few patients have become so unruly, they have had to be sent away from the rest home.
At the present time, fifteen women and sixteen men, whose ages range from 39 to 90 years, are being cared for. Of that number , five are bed patients and two are sightless. The oldest on record is a man who passed away in 1948 at the age of 95 years.
“I have the best group of women to be found anywhere,” said Mrs, Turner, “they are just like children — will do anything I ask them to do.”
Those whose health will permit, assist in light tasks such as washing dishes, making beds, and preparing vegetables. A great deal of canning is done. The largest amount that was ever “put up” was in 1950 when 1400 quarts of fruits and vegetables awaited consumption — that winter.
Of the men, Mr. Turner said: Most of them are quite feeble. “They’d help if they could,” then after a pause he added this information, “as a group our patients are from fairly good families, and with one exception, they all have ‘next of kin.'”
Most of Them Keep Busy
That one exception is Charles Overjohn, who at one time was Brookfield’s beloved blacksmith. But never let it be said he does not pay his way. He is now 78, but continues to fire the not-too-good furnace with as much punctuality as he did when he started 28 years ago. He likes to “figure,” too.
Last week he reminded Mrs. Turner that, at the present rate, she will have prepared 33,945 meals — just for the patients alone — by January 1, 1954. No doubt he is right, because all except the bedridden have excellent appetites. Practically all vegetables are raised in the farm’s two large gardens, five cows supply the dairy products.
The interest the Turners take in their “girls and boys” as they call their patients, is almost unbelievable.
For instance, after they took over, they burned every piece of old bedding in the place and replaced it with new which they purchased themselves. And that isn’t all. They purchased new dishes, towels, and table coverings.
Religious services, while always welcomed by the superintendents, are not held with any regularity with the exception of The Assembly of God, of Bucklin, Missouri, which sends a group out twice a month. Occasionally, a group of entertainers breaks the monotony.
Because of the lack of help and the many duties pertaining to health, food, and shelter, birthdays are only celebrated by the addition of some special tidbit.
Speaking of health, four times each year a nurse from the state health department accompanies the state inspector to the home and all cases are reviewed. If any changes are indicated their instructions are carried out to the letter. Other than that, all medical attention is in the competent hands of Dr. Roy Haley, of Brookfield, the Home’s physician. He responds readily whenever he is needed.
Life Has Lighter Side
Primarily, the Home is a place of shelter, but there is also a lighter side of life for those forgotten men and women, who, due to their own personalities, enliven things One patient, who weighs only 90 pounds is a Czechoslovakian. She speaks English fluently except when she is visited by her relatives. Then she rattles away in her native tongue and immediately puts on a “swing your partner” dance for which in her day she always used to capture first prize.
Another woman patient, claims the privilege of helping unload the supply truck on its arrival from town, but last week she was stymied. Before the attendant could stop her she had broken the seal on a can of condensed buttermilk. After rubbing her face and hands with it, she put some of it to her nose and said: “Golly, I don’t know what that stuff is!”
Life’s ebb and flow determines the number to be cared for, naturally. A little over a year ago two extra beds had to be set up to accommodate the number seeking admittance, but right now the home is not filled to capacity. The superintendents have the say-so as to whom shall be taken in, but, so far, they have never refused to admit anyone who has no other home to which he can go.
Visitors are always welcome on Wednesday and Sunday afternoons from one to five o’clock.
Yes, you may make a gift to those unfortunate people, such as candy, fruit, or cakes. Many are received each month from individuals and organizations alike and all are highly appreciated.
Useable clothing is always in demand, but lawn chairs and benches and rocking chairs are especially needed at this particular time.
The inmates of the home are only children of yesterday who have “come to the end of the end of the long, long road,” Do not forget them!
And to those of you to whom life has been kind, I recall to your minds the words of a well-known hymn…. “Count Your Blessings, Name Them One By One.”
Mrs Vern Turner is Nellie Stevenson
Their four children are: