I posted a picture of Joe's notebook page today because I wanted to show you do not have to add a picture of a person you can also place a picture or draw a picture of the subjects studied.In this case it it trenches.
Daniel noticed one of his toy guns was a replica from World War 1 when looking at the pictures.He even kept it with him when he did his notebooking page.
I suggested they make trenches so Daniel got to t right away.Here is explaining to Job what a trench is and discussing how they will make it.
Their trenches.They used small stuffed animals for grenades. Angelina and her pink gun lol.
bowls for helmets
Dominic made a bayonet for the guns.
Here is a website I came across looking for something in the Pittsburgh area for a field trip of World War 1 .I could not find anything .I did find this poem that can be copied & paste onto Word etc.I had the older boys copy it as copywork instead of the essay ? on the notebook page since we discussed they wrote & did artwork etc.in the trenches on their free time.Copywork is a wonderful gentle way to learn.I enjoy Charlotte Mason's way of teaching.Copywork & playtime is an important part of learning.
http://www.theworldwar.org/s/110/new/index.aspx?sid=110&gid=1&pgid=1052
Without Complaint by Milutin Bojic 1892-1917
Translated by Bernard Johnson
WITHOUT COMPLAINT 1917
Nothing are for us is new or strange,
All lands to us are dear and kindred:
In the bright sun, beneath the wild storms’ range,
We were as calm as in our native land.
Within us through our wanderings we bear
Our homeland and its sufferings’ renown;
And now, I beg you, Fate, lay her to rest,
Stained with the blood of our eternal wounds!
And so for us the oceans are not strange,
Nor yet the graves of centuries long dead;
Calmly we sit at table in the world’s great hall
While still the foe drinks in our flowers’ scent.
With trumpets like a solemn church parade,
Alone, or with our children, wives, and herds,
We wander on from place to place, from town to town,
Bearing the banners of our greatness and our fall.
The scale we learned of old we now play out once more,
The scale of fate with others less than kind;
And so for us today nothing is strange,
It seems we passed through everywhere before.
And when we stir anew the ashes of our hearth,
And tell again the tales of olden days:
We’ll listen to the fire, hear its mirth,
Just as the master, homewards from the hunt
Carries upon his lips the self-same song.
With which he left that morning for the mountain.
Without Complaint by Milutin Bojic 1892-1917
Translated by Bernard Johnson
WITHOUT COMPLAINT 1917
Nothing are for us is new or strange,
All lands to us are dear and kindred:
In the bright sun, beneath the wild storms’ range,
We were as calm as in our native land.
Within us through our wanderings we bear
Our homeland and its sufferings’ renown;
And now, I beg you, Fate, lay her to rest,
Stained with the blood of our eternal wounds!
And so for us the oceans are not strange,
Nor yet the graves of centuries long dead;
Calmly we sit at table in the world’s great hall
While still the foe drinks in our flowers’ scent.
With trumpets like a solemn church parade,
Alone, or with our children, wives, and herds,
We wander on from place to place, from town to town,
Bearing the banners of our greatness and our fall.
The scale we learned of old we now play out once more,
The scale of fate with others less than kind;
And so for us today nothing is strange,
It seems we passed through everywhere before.
And when we stir anew the ashes of our hearth,
And tell again the tales of olden days:
We’ll listen to the fire, hear its mirth,
Just as the master, homewards from the hunt
Carries upon his lips the self-same song.
With which he left that morning for the mountain.
Finally we reviewed the boys Physical Science for tomorrows lab class.
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