To Protect and Serve

To Protect and Serve – It’s For the Birds!

We recently were visiting my daughter-in-law’s parent’s farm. They have become good friends and we always visit and stay over when we are visiting our son and his wife. This farm raises lots of animals: alpaca, guinea hens, chickens, pigs, ducks, geese, and bees (I know they’re insects).  They grow lots of different vegetables and mushrooms that they sell to local markets, and make their own cider, mead and honey lager, to keep themselves busy. Their male alpaca are protected by 2 great pyrenees dogs and their female alpaca are protected by a guard llama.

On this particular visit we were going to see a Cirque du Soleil performance in Boston. We arrived the day before the performance. In the early afternoon before we were to leave for dinner a baby bluejay was discovered in the pen with the 2 pyrenees and alpaca. We assumed it fell from a tree overhead. Its parents and nest were not to be seen or heard. We were quick to get the fledgling out of the pen but then had to decide what to do with it. I held the fledging in my hand and attempted to comfort it. I tried using Reiki on it, but it is debatable whether or not that had any effect. The bluejay, who I named BJ, was placed on a branch of a nearby evergreen tree. Continue reading

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What animal do you want to be?

In today’s writing group, one of the suggested prompts was, “Name an animal that you most identify with.” which is the one I chose. I debated  whether it should be a squirrel or bird or … well, you’ll see that I decided to be a cat.

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If there is one animal that I could identify with it would be a kitten or cat. The thought of having 9 lives would be the best part of being one. Especially if I could switch between them at will.

The thing that I can relate to most is curiosity. I am what I consider a professional curiositist. When I see something that looks intriguing I have to know what it is and how it works. That worked for me in college, when my friends who were projectionists for Stony Brook, would watch me tinker with their projectors and ask them lots of questions. I was told, “Why are you wasting your time, you’ll never be a projectionist.” Of course, when all of the projectionists left that one weekend for a protest march on Washington, guess who they asked to show the 7 showings of “the Graduate” at the university.

When computers first came out I couldn’t help but play with them and still do. That is why districts now hire me to train teachers on technology.

Being curious and wanting to find answers has taught me a lot. Continue reading

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A to Z Blog Challenge 2016 – a Reflection

Reflection of A to Z Challenge 2016

A-to-Z Reflection [2016]

I have completed the 2016 A to Z Blog Challenge and I have to say it was fun. Choosing the theme I had, Life’s Choices/Life’s Changes, made it somewhat easier for me since I write about those things all of the time when I do write. My problem is that I don’t write as often as I should. The best thing that came out of the  A to Z Challenge was that it encouraged me to write more.

Once I decided on the theme, I started brainstorming a whole list of ideas that I could possibly write about for each letter. This was the original list I came up with:

A: Animals B: Breaks, Bill, Brother C: Cooking D: Dreams E: England

F: Fire Alarm, Father G: Genealogy H: Hair I: Instruments

J: Jewish K: Kazoos, knapsacks L: Lost, Leslie M: Mom, Marion

N: Neighbors O: Old P: Promoting oneself, Pet peeves Q: Quiet, Quotes

R: Raw Bits S: Stings/Stitches T: Teaching U: Understanding, Unfortunately

V: Versing W: Winter X: X-rays Y: Yelling Z: Zoo

I decided that I would write the blog entries in the order of the alphabet and do them as soon as I could, starting after the Theme reveal date: March 21st. Blogging on WordPresswriting calvin allowed me to schedule posts, so that I didn’t have to write and complete my writing on the day it was due. If I had to do it on the day it was due, I would never have completed it on time. For the most part, I was about 4-5 days ahead of the due date.

 

Some of my original brainstormed ideas worked for me, others, when I got to that letter didn’t inspire me at all. As I reached a letter that I had trouble with, I would ask friends, family, and colleagues for ideas, or I would pick up a dictionary and try to find a word that jumped out at me ( L for Library, Z for Zoom in, Zoom out). Then there were times that I was just in the right place or looking at the right thing at the right time (J for Journal, N for Noise). Sometimes it was just the people around me that inspired what I would choose (C for Christina, D for David, P for  Positive, Perseverance, Progress) or it just hit me out of the blue (X for Xanadu)

Here is the final list and links to all of the entries I made:

A:  Animal Speak, B: Oh Brother, C: Christina, D: David, E: England,

F: French, Foreign Languages, G: Genealogy, H: Hans Christian Andersen,

I: Uncle Itch, J: Journals, K: Keyboarding, Knapsacks, L: Library, M: Misheard,

N: Noise, O: Oops Plan, P: Positive, Perseverance, Progress, Q: Quiet Time,

R: Relax, S: Substitute Teaching, T: Teachable moment, U: Unity, V: Voices,

W: What do you want to be when you grow up?, X: Xanadu, Y: You’ve lost me,

Z: Zoom in, Zoom out

I did all of my writing on Google Docs. After looking at some other A to Z blogs I realized that my writing would look better with illustrations. Some pictures I used I had on my computer. Where I didn’t have pictures, I used Google Docs Research Tool to search out cartoons and images that went along with what I was writing.  After revising and checking over what I had written, I copied it to my WordPress blog, re-inserted the pictures, and scheduled my writing to post on the appropriate day at 7:00 in the morning.

I posted on Facebook, Twitter, and Google+ each morning the link to my blog entries. I got about 20 – 40 hits each day. I probably could have gotten more. It wasn’t until the last few letters that I realized I should have used #AtoZChallenge on my Twitter posts and I didn’t take part in any of the Twitter discussions (I don’t use Twitter very often).

All in all, I learned a lot. I really enjoyed reading a number of the other blogger’s writings during this challenge. I hope some of you got something out of reading mine. I hope I can follow this up with writing more often. I’m definitely sure that I will do this again next year, but coming up with a theme could take time.

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Z: Zoom in, Zoom out

Zoom in, Zoom out

ZProblem solving is an important part of life. Each time we are presented with a problem, the first decision to be made is, Do we want to solve the problem or not?

We need to come problem solvingup with a plan. Depending on the problem/issue at hand we have to decide is it better for me to zoom in on the problem, that is to make it a priority, look at the alternatives closely and develop a plan of attack, or zoom out, which would be to take a step back, look at the problem from afar, or even put it on hold, before thinking about a way to solve it.

My initial reaction to problems is to jump right in and try to problem solving easysolve them right away. This is what I want to do when left with a technology problem that needs fixing such as my computer is frozen, or my wife can’t access her email, or I have to write a piece for this blog by today and have no clue what to write about. The difficulty with this approach is sometimes the time is not available for me to work on the problem, or the other person having the problem just wanted to inform me about it with no expectation of it be solved by me, or by trying to solve the problem numerous other problems are created that would not have cropped up at all if I hadn’t tried to fix it in the first place.

 

The other solution is to take a step back. Try to think about what is the real issue? Does it have to be solved immediately? What would happen if I put off resolving it? This requires some introspection and also time to think through possible consequences. These are questions like what am I going to eat tonight? Are we going to go on vacation this year? I have a day off, so how should I/we plan our day? In these scenarios zooming out and getting a global perspective on the situation sometimes makes for better, more thought out actions. The drawback is that these types of actions can also create a standstill in which no solution is ever found or attempted due to procrastination or forgetfulness.

problem solving avoiding

Of course, whether you choose to zoom in to a problem or zoom out of a problem is dependent on the problem at hand. It would be nice if we could solve all our life’s problems by making all of the right choices and only make changes that turn out for the better.  But in reality that’s not going to happen. That’s what life is all about. All the choices we make, whether right or wrong, lead us to be better at what we do and who we are. At least that is the hope.

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And by the way, Z is also for Zero. This being the end of April means there are no more daily blog entries I have to post to meet the A to Z Blog Challenge. That doesn’t mean I won’t keep writing, just not as frequently, at least not until April, 2017 when maybe I’ll try this again. I’ll keep you posted.

see you next year

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Y: You’ve lost me.

Could you repeat that?

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I have a very active mind. This probably explains the highly detailed dreams I have. If I could write down the scripts for all of the dreams I have, I would have a fascinating TV show. My mysteries, science fiction, reality teaching scenarios are  book worthy. The problem is that rarely do my dreams reach a conclusion, there are few sequels and rarely do I remember anything I’ve dreamt about within an hour of waking up. I should note that my dreams do not always happen when I’m sleeping. My mind likes to wander even when I’m awake.

I will be in a conversation with someone and as the conversation progresses I will be playing out my actions for the next day, or I might be creating a whole new story based on some word or event that was mentioned during the conversation. You’ll get that a lot if you happen to mention a phrase that reminds me of a song lyric. I’ll start singing out the song either out loud or in my head. Either way, you’ve lost me.

listening presentation

My recourse is two-fold. I can either stop the conversation and admit that I didn’t hear what you were saying, infer it by just asking you, “Could you repeat that?” or let the conversation continue and pretend to know what we’re actually talking about. If the conversation isn’t that important I can usually get away with it since the topic may not show up again. I have, however, been caught at not being in the moment, when whoever I’m talking to remarks, “Don’t you remember when we talked?” or “Are you listening?” and I have to come up with some detail of the conversation to show that I was listening.

I get caught more times than not when something happens nearby, I glance at it and the person I’m talking to catches me and confronts me with not listening. This is a problem even if I am listening well and my eyes lose contact with that person I’m conversing with. No matter what I say, I clearly showed that what was being said was not important.

It does work both ways. I can usually tell when what I’m saying is not being listened to. If the other person is involved in something else while I’m talking like reading an article, watching TV, or preparing a meal, I know there is a low probability that what I’ve said was internalized. Saying, “But I told you that already” doesn’t work. It only infuriates the person who thinks I’m making it up.

listening island

If I realize that my mind is wandering, I try to focus on not getting lost in thought. Even so, the act of thinking about getting back in focus takes me out of focus. But I keep trying.

So all of you reading this blog entry, keep in mind that this is my reality. I’m working on becoming a better listener. And by the way, someone else might be trying to communicate with you at the same time you’re reading this. Try to be aware of things that are happening around you and keep your focus on the conversations you are in. Only then can you become…I’m sorry did you just say something?

Listening fish bowl

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X: Xanadu (WR)

Xanadu

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I can’t remember the word game that Christina, my wife, and I were playing when we started having a discussion of words that are known that are not in the dictionary. The word that Christina highlighted in this discussion was the word, “Xanadu”. She was convinced it was a real word. I was not sure. So we looked it up in our dictionary and lo and behold it was not listed there. xanadu movieBut I had remembered a movie with Gene Kelly and Olivia Newton-John called, “Xanadu” http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0081777/ so maybe it was only the name of a movie. That would explain it not being in the dictionary. Christina was adamant, “No, it was a real word”. This required looking at other sources. Luckily this was the time when the Internet was in existence. In searching “Xanadu” out, the movie was found in the search results, but also an online dictionary definition: noun. 1. a place of great beauty, luxury, and contentment. 2.  an idyllic, exotic, or luxurious place

We both agreed that the definition fit what we thought it meant. It even fit the movie’s title, though I don’t remember much about it.

Now the task in my Life’s Choices mind was to determine in all the places that I’ve been, where is my Xanadu?Planting Fields 1497

This is a hard decision to make. I can certainly find places of great beauty such as in Nottingham forest when I was in England, or in the Botanical Gardens that I’ve seen, but they’re not luxurious and though I found some contentment there, the locations near traffic and other unnatural noises, wasn’t very lasting.

 

IMG_1280I’ve certainly found luxury, as in the wedding in New York City we attended for my cousin’s son, where we got to stay in a hotel room overlooking Columbus Circle, where the wedding was at a fancy synagogue and reception at the New York Public Library. It had bits of beauty but the crowds and schedule we had to keep left more awe than contentment.

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As for contentment, there are mountains of Shenandoah, being with Christina and David on walks, being by myself at times, just relaxing at home with Christina after our hectic schedule pauses for a bit. In most of those places, there is neither luxury nor great beauty. Though Shenandoah would fit that bill.

Shenandoah07 (7)So where does one find one’s Xanadu? Is the goal in life to seek it out and find it as an end place? Or is it something we strive for, as we go through life, never to find completely, but keeping us focused on reaching for the idyllic in order to improve ourselves?

To me, my Xanadu doesn’t have to be luxurious. I seek my contentment with places of beauty, with people I love and want to share it with. It is a place I can go to leave behind the stresses and responsibilities of life and be comforted. It’s not a place I have to be in all of the time. But a place I know exists that I can rely on being there when needed.

My Xanadu doesn’t need to have all of the characteristics of its definition. Each piece of its definition manifests itself when appropriate. Therefore, I have many Xanadus. They are for me what I need them to be and are hopefully within walking distance at those times when I need them.

To me, Xanadu is not only a word now found in newer dictionaries but a real place that if I try hard I can see and be at. So where’s your Xanadu?

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W: What do you want to be when you grow up? (WR)

What do you want to be when you grow up?

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When I was about 7 years old, I made a card for my mother for Mother’s Day. Unlike nowadays where teachers have their students create all of these elaborate cards or presents for their mothers, I did this on my own. It was just a folded piece of drawing paper with a drawing of a flower on which I wrote a poem:

There’ll never be another
Of my great mother
I love her night and day
And even when she’s far away.

It’s enough of an image in my brain, that I have never forgotten it. Whether it was the praise I got for the poem or just the enjoyment I got out of writing it, it set the course for what career I wanted to have. When asked “What do you want to be when you grow up?” my answer at that early age was, “I want to be a writer.”

Of course, that changed over time as I grew older to “I want to be an engineer” and “I want to be a teacher”, which I eventually became, but deep down the thought of being a published writer has always been a goal of mine.

I wrote a blog post in 2007 of some of the writing I did in junior high school and high school that I shared with my teachers but never got back http://www.hdhstory.net/Storyblog/?p=37. That was somewhat frustrating since I would love to know what I wrote like. I assume it was better writing than my mother’s day poem.

I also wrote a number of “What would happen if” scenarios, such as if my father became president, or what would happen at a certain place where I was employed would allow me to play with their equipment (you wouldn’t want to be there.)

As I’ve written before I wrote self-reflective journals all through my 33 years of teaching. I recently found an old writer’s notebook of mine that I kept from the days before I digitized everything. Someday I will have to transcribe some of that writing and add it to my blog. Here are two pieces that I wrote in 2000 at an institute for teachers of the gifted and talented I attended (Confratute) . These might be something I would have written during Quiet Time if I had been in school (see http://www.hdhstory.net/Storyblog/?p=584)

A Crystal Breeze
Icicles cover the branches of trees
On a Winter’s day.
The wind rustling through the branches
Creates a sound like a crystal wind chime.

And then haiku –

Tree Cracks
A barren crevice
Magnified it shows us life
Alive before all

Now I continue writing as part of my blog. And even though I have had a few pieces of writing printed in newspaper and journals, I still dream that someday a longer piece of mine will be published in book or e-book form. I was impressed when I decided to print out all of my blog posts and put them in a binder. Since starting my blog in 2006 I’ve written over 200 pages of writing. I’ve been reading a number of old posts to connect to the writing for this A to Z Blog Challenge. I think I’ve really grown as a writer. When I can attend, I do meet with a Writer’s group once a month to write more.

Nowadays when answering the question, “What do I want to be when I grow up?” I have two answers. The first is, “Older” which I would think everyone aspires to, and the second is, “I want to be a writer.” I guess some things never change.

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V: Voices (WR)

Voices –V Are you making fun of me?

I grew up with an ear for music. I could hear a tune and then figure out the notes on the piano in our house. I even taught myself how to play the harmonica by just hearing songs. You can read about that in this blog entry here: http://www.hdhstory.net/Storyblog/?p=68. In Junior High School, I played the trumpet. I took my trumpet home the first day and figured out how to play a musical scale on it before I even had my first lesson.  I’ve always liked to figure out harmonies to songs when singing with other people. Having an ear for music has helped me a lot as a musician.

ear for music

I believe that it is my ear for music that also allows me to pick up other people’s speech patterns and dialects. I can be talking to someone from another part of the state or country and before long I’m talking using their accent rather than mine. I’ve been to the National Storytelling Festival, a three-day event in Jonesborough, Tennessee, a few times. I would come home with a southern accent. It would take a couple of days for me to revert back to whatever accent I really have. I was encouraged by my wife’s insistence that I “cut it out”. I wasn’t even aware that I was talking differently. She is also quite aware when I’ve been watching “Dr. Who” or “Murdoch Mysteries” as I am not speaking normally when she comes home from work.

The same goes for foreign accents. Dialect animalsI was once called on the phone by a colleague’s husband who had a very pronounced British accent. I answered him with exactly the same accent immediately. The worst case of adapting other’s voices was at a meeting with an administrator in my district who stuttered. Within a few minutes, I was stuttering also. I wrote all about “Voices”  as it relates to storytelling in 2009, http://www.hdhstory.net/Storyblog/?p=136.

If I think about it, I warn the person I’m interacting with that I’m not making fun of them, should I switch into their way of talking. In most cases I’m not even aware that I’m doing it. When I do become aware of my voice change, I try to control it.

I have fun with voices. I switch them on and off even if I’m not influenced by a person I’m talking to. There are some dialects I can do better than others without being prompted. Our high school once asked me to be a dialect coach to some of their cast members for the play, “The Prime of Miss Jean Brody”. And there are those dialects that I need to be with someone speaking for me to be able to do their accent. (I really have trouble with Australian.) I use voices a lot when I practice stories so that I don’t get bored with my own telling; sometimes using voices that I would never use in a real performance. I even switch accents sometimes when I’m teaching, just to make sure students are listening (It does catch their attention). My brother-in-law likes to use dialects too at times when I’m around, so we break into a Scottish or French or Canadian conversation just because we can.

When I worked as a stock boy at J.C. Penneys for 6 months after I graduated college, I used voices all the time. I discovered this one day when a colleague, out of the blue, yelled out my name. I responded with “What?” His reply was “Thanks?” When questioned,  “What for?” His answer was, “I just wanted to hear what you really sound like.”

I guess I forgot to warn him.

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U: Unity (WR)

Unity – Together as one

UThere’s an Aesop fable of a dying old man who wants his 3 sons to take over for him at his death. The three sons always quarreled and never agreed. The old man was concerned that they would have difficulty after he was gone. He asked them all to bring him a stick. When they arrived he had them each break their sticks. Each did without any difficulty. He then sent them for more sticks.  This time the old man asked the three sons to bundle the sticks together before trying to break them. They couldn’t. What was learned by the old man’s sons was that they needed to work together to be strong. The moral was “In unity there is strength.” You can read a version of this story here: http://www.kidsworldfun.com/shortstories_bundleofsticks.php

Bundle of sticks
As a teacher I have had the luck of working with individuals and teams that together have made me a stronger person. When dealing with difficult students, parents or curriculum they had my back. They supported decisions I had to make, or helped guide me to different decisions that worked better. I did the same for them.

In life, that is how I work with my family and friends. We all provide the same kinds of support. Though we don’t always agree upon things, we are willing to share all our ideas to help us make better choices.

I am very glad to have become friends with the parents and family of my son’s future bride. I’m sure it’s no coincidence that they live on Unity Lane.

unity farm

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T: Teachable Moments (ES)

Teachable Moments

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It was March 15, 2001 and all students were off from school for Curriculum Development Conference Day for teachers. We all gathered in the auditorium of the high school for the keynote speaker, Dr. Steven Sobel,  a motivational speaker, educator, and humorist. During his speech he said, “A lot of kids won’t tell you, this is the day that you can reach me.” I was into writing down quotes back then, so I wrote it down. I don’t remember what Dr. Sobel talked about on that day, but the quote has stuck with me for all of my teaching since then.

Every day teachers, parents, and even children go into the world with the hopes that we will be able to learn something new and share some of our knowledge with others so they can learn also. Just ask my son how many different types of video games and animé he has tried to teach me about throughout his pre-adolescence through young adulthood. It’s not an easy task.

teachable moment cartoon

As a teacher when you have a class of students that are all over the place – socially, cognitively, and behaviorally, in addition to whatever baggage they are bringing to the day from home, you try to find a middle ground that you hope teaches the skills that you have in your plans to everyone. With Common Core and testing that push to accomplish so much in so little time, it becomes an even bigger task. There’s not as much time to find those teachable moments with individuals as you are trying to push everyone along.

In my early years of teaching, I teamed with another teacher and we both taught 4th and 5th grade interage classrooms. That meant we kept most students for 2 years (our 4th grades to 5th graders) As fifth graders left our classes a new set of 4th graders entered. It allowed us a lot of flexibility. We could split the classes such that one of us taught all the 4th graders social studies or science and the other taught all the 5th graders. We could combine both classes and then divide the students into more homogeneous groups based on skill level. We did that with reading also. This allowed us to not be restricted by grade level, but deal with the students on their cognitive level. You can’t do that today. Each year we decided who would teach which groups so that we didn’t stagnate teaching the same thing all of the time. What was nice about this system was when one of us would come across a 4th grader who was struggling with a particular concept such as in math, we realized that that wasn’t the time to teach them, so we could say, “Don’t worry about it, you’ll learn this concept next year”.

Finding a teachable moment and method sometimes gave us small victories. I’ve written about a few of those small victories in older blogs. You can read them by first going to: http://www.hdhstory.net/Storyblog/?p=271 and following the links to the other two when you’re done reading.

We all must be keenly aware of our audience as we try to teach and share experiences. Our children don’t always see the wisdom of what we are trying to teach them when they are young, but slowly as they grow older they discover we’re not stupid anymore. We as adults follow the same pattern as we learn from our children. Being able to recognize “this is the day you can teach me” is a crucial skill to being an effective teacher. So keep a look out for it.

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