Tuesday, May 31, 2005


Robert Louis Stevenson. 1850–1894


UNDER the wide and starry sky
Dig the grave and let me lie:
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.

This be the verse you 'grave for me:
Here he lies where he long'd to be;
Home is the sailor, home from the sea,
And the hunter home from the hill

One part of our homeschool curriculum is memorizing poetry. That always goes better when my 9 year old son chooses the poem. He was enraptured by this one when he heard John Wayne recite it in a movie he watched with his dad. We let him stay up too late last night and watch the A&E movie based on John McCain's autobiographical Faith of My Fathers, where the poem appears again. Today he was tired and a little cranky from staying up too late, but no less enthusiastic about the poem -- or the movie. He'll have the poem memorized in a day or two, but I'll be answering his questions about POW's for quite some time.

Why that silly title?

Tiggers don't jump, they bounce!

That's a phrase from a book I read too many times to my youngest son. He's tired of hearing it. It still brings back fond memories. I'm hoping my grandchildren - sometime in the distant future - will like the book as much as he did.

It also is a warning. I expect this blog to be quite eclectic, reflecting my experiences and interests: homeschooling mom, wife of a soon-to-be retired federal employee, Cub Scout leader, night-shift NICU nurse, and much more. It will probably bounce from one subject to another with little rhyme or reason.