Tyler State Park

Fun to be with the Rodgers. After working at the house, we drove the short distance to the lake.

Tyler, TX

Who wouldn't want to visit east Texas in July?

Zella

Can this little girl be a teenager already?!

Art Teacher

In 1967 as a new 8th grade art teacher in LA, I was determined not to interfere with student creativity. It would flow unrestrained from each personality. This was the 60's. "Do your own thing."

Accordingly, I gave little direction as my class began their clay assignment--a mobile.
"So what shall we do?"
"Make whatever you want," I said, oozing with idealism.

The students were frustrated--and ultimately disappointed. Not one student felt happy about his work. When I attempted to persuade one girl to take hers home she said, all too candidly, "It's ugly. My Mom won't want it."

Since then, I've tried to match my mentoring to the project. While I still see myself as a champion of individuality, all of us need models, prompts, ideas for a jump-start. Yes, often we can give paints and paper and get out of their way, but other projects call for close mentoring, as with Inkodye. I try to leave it enough in their hands that it remains the child's work, but I'm perfectly willing to monitor to insure some measure of success.

During the planning phase: "Maude, if you make a crescent-moon shape next to your round plum like this (drawing on my paper) don't you think that's what plums look like?" "Do you want to try a little dot of blue somewhere on your purple plum?" If she hesitates I'm willing to drop my idea.

A few days later, when I offered to let the children do another project I said, "And this time I won't try to tell you what to do." Ralph smiled with an appreciative 9-year-old snort.

My rationale is this, now when Maude paints a fruit or a sky or an anything, a little dot of some other color might make a nice addition. And she was happy to take her finished plum and show her mother.

Cousin Story

They tell me 9-year-old Ike and Ralph were each playing games, GameBoy and Rush Hour respectively. Then one cousin said, "I'm stuck!" The other one said, "I'm stuck, too." They traded and each one finished the other's game.

Pic: playing a Webkins game on the computer at Urq's/.

Wildfires

Southbound on I-15 this weekend, before I reached Fillmore I could see a wall of smoke ahead in the distance, miles wide. I called home to see if there were news forecasts. All clear. I passed a lineup of yellow-clad firefighters, emergency vehicles parked and I sensed they must be in control.

But a few miles farther, driving into the haze the smoke thickened eerily, eventually blocking out the 2:00pm sun and restricting vision. I called home. "Google these fires. Are you sure I'm not driving into one?" The report sounded safe. It's smoke blowing from fires far away.

Past Meadow, the smoke become so dense that I could barely make out roadsigns--"Cove Fort ahead"--but I could see traffic coming from the south. Then conditions grew more ominous. The wall of smoke on our right grew thicker, the wind blowing brown clouds and bits of debris across our path. Other traffic disappeared except for the two or three cars around me. The wall of smoke beside us gradually glowed red. Still going 70 mph, I panicked and rolled down my window. I could hear it, smell it, feel the heat. I couldn't see ahead and the median was too deep to turn around. I prayed aloud, believing I was driving into an inferno.

Finally the smoke thinned slightly and my relief was enormous. Soon it was clear enough to see the UWP on the other side of the freeway,stopping traffic. No doubt they were stopping traffic just behind us, too.

Two days later driving home, the smoldering trees, rocks, road signs in that area were gray with ashes. The fire had crossed the freeway and burned well into the other side.

Pic. on left is the road first becoming darker (After I got scared I didn't take pictures or use my phone). Pic on rt. are the fires around Beaver on my way home yesterday; they look small and almost benign off in the distance.

July 5th

Happy Birthday, Rachel Emily.

Love,Mom

Inkodye - dye that develops in the sun

Hooray! Grandkids came for a sleepover, this time the Blairs. Besides hiking and playing we did art in the afternoon.

Using Inkodye, "dye that develops in the sun" that I ordered from a CA company (below) the children painted the almost-colorless stuff onto 100% cotton fabric. Then they took their work out on the deck to watch the sun develop the great colors. In just a few minutes they hurried back to report, "Grandma! It's working!" Colors are full in less than 30 min.

Wearing t-shirt smocks, the children started by coloring on paper a simple object that would look good finished. With their idea in mind, they painted directly onto the fabric. In this case, after the object "developed" they painted on the background.

Using resist is a great approach--the child "draws" an outline of the object with resist and then paints inside the lines with the dye--but I didn't have resist so we used circles of masking tape for ladybug dots, etc.







































I like this company. No fancy order forms, ads or webpage. Call or FAX your order. Dye comes 4 oz., pints, quarts, or gallons; about $8.35 / 4 0z. They'll fax a price list or give quotes by phone.

Inkodye
Screen Process Supplies Mfg. Co.
530 Macdonald Ave.
Richmond CA 94801

510-235-8330
FAX 510-235-1038

Vernal Equinox

Hot summer days are here, as of yesterday officially.

I wanna hold your hand

I love this little video of otters. You need to see it to the end.

Clam Dip

"Don't eat clams dug in months without 'R's" (the red tide months). This remains a good rule, but since I presume my grocery store canned clams are safe to consume anytime, here's a tasty, simple clam dip.



1 can minced clams, drained and rinsed
3/4 - 1 C. sour cream
1/3 C. mayonnaise
2 T. lemon juice
2 shakes paprika
pepper

Good with potato chips or salty crackers. If used as a veggie dip, add a little salt to the mix.