http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thai_cuisine
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Thailand
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thai_cuisine
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Carry on Mr. Bowditch: mapping the course
They found no coffee so they travelled on to Manila in the Philippines:
Monday, October 18, 2010
Monday, September 27, 2010
Symphony Field Trip Preparation
Dvorak 1841-1904
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Alaska Gold Rush
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
By the Great Spoon Horn
First hand account of gold discovery: http://www.sfmuseum.net/hist6/grush.html
Monday, August 30, 2010
Early 1900's
A Secret Garden was written
President Taft
Norman Rockwell
Ford assembly line
Saturday, August 28, 2010
The Village Blacksmith
Henry W. Longfellow
Under a spreading chestnut-tree
The village smithy stands;
The smith, a mighty man is he,
With large and sinewy hands;
And the muscles of his brawny arms
Are strong as iron bands.
His hair is crisp, and black, and long,
His face is like the tan;
His brow is wet with honest sweat,
He earns whate'er he can,
And looks the whole world in the face,
For he owes not any man.
Week in, week out, from morn till night,
You can hear his bellows blow;
You can hear him swing his heavy sledge,
With measured beat and slow,
Like a sexton ringing the village bell,
When the evening sun is low.
And children coming home from school
Look in at the open door;
They love to see the flaming forge,
And hear the bellows roar,
And catch the burning sparks that fly
Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
He goes on Sunday to the church,
And sits among his boys;
He hears the parson pray and preach,
He hears his daughter's voice,
Singing in the village choir,
And it makes his heart rejoice.
It sounds to him like her mother's voice,
Singing in Paradise!
He needs must think of her once more,
How in the grave she lies;
And with his haul, rough hand he wipes
A tear out of his eyes.
Toiling,--rejoicing,--sorrowing,
Onward through life he goes;
Each morning sees some task begin,
Each evening sees it close
Something attempted, something done,
Has earned a night's repose.
Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend,
For the lesson thou hast taught!
Thus at the flaming forge of life
Our fortunes must be wrought;
Thus on its sounding anvil shaped
Ralph Moody
Monday, August 16, 2010
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Amos Fortune...Freeman
Amos and Violet's tombstones
Written on Amos' tombstone:
"to the memory of Amos Fortune, who was born free in Africa, a slave in America, he purchased liberty, professed Christianity, lived reputably, and died hopefully"
The book we read on Amos Fortune is fictional history. Not much is known about his early life other than he was a slave from Africa. The families mentioned that he lived with were real people. Amos did become a free man at the age of 60 and lived as a tanner in Jaffrey. He bought and married Violate and they adopted Celyndia. The 25 acres that he bought still has his house and barn. Look at the Google map below. Move the hand around to locate "Amos Fortune Rd.," which is located in Jaffrey, New Hampshire (do you remember where the state New Hampshire is?). Even though all the details of the book are not completely true, I think from what we do know to be true, Amos Fortune lived an amazing life.