Sunday, December 14, 2008
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Sunday, December 7, 2008
Rembrandt and Vincent Van Gogh are some of the great artists that come from the Netherlands.
Vincent Van Gogh was never happy. He used thick paint and short jabs in his paintings.
Tulips are exported from the Netherlands to all the world. There was a time (1630’s) when a tulip was worth it’s weight in gold. Many people speculated in the “tulip trade”, called “tulip mania”. When that went out of fashion, many Dutch lost their source of income. The Dutch economy crashed. It is considered the first recorded “speculative bubble”. Nice how history repeats itself, eh?
They are famous for cheese and chocolate. We tried some cheeses, chocolate, and Belgian waffles. (faith with little cheese just out of it's wax covering)
Some Dutch songs are “The Broom oh the Broom”, “We gather together”(in the hymn book)
We also made pinwheels, did “windmill” exercises, and played “I am a Little Dutch Girl”. We listened to “Hans Brinker and the Silver Skates which was a great story that included a lot of Dutch history. We also spent a day (Grandparents Day) at Holland Hall!
Oops, it's a sideways video! Oh, well. Jared's windmill is pretty cool anyway. He used a motor to make it go.
Monday, December 1, 2008
Thanksgiving
We also all memorized my favorite Thanksgiving poem. Cheers!
The Turkey Shot Out Of The Oven
The turkey shot out of the ovenand rocketed into the air,
it knocked every plate off the tableand partly demolished a chair.
It ricocheted into a corner
and burst with a deafening boom,
then splattered all over the kitchen,
completely obscuring the room.
It stuck to the walls and the windows,
it totally coated the floor,
there was turkey attached to the ceiling,
where there'd never been turkey before.
It blanketed every appliance,
it smeared every saucer and bowl,
there wasn't a way I could stop it,
that turkey was out of control.
I scraped and I scrubbed with displeasure,
and thought with chagrin as I mopped,
that I'd never again stuff a turkey
with popcorn that hadn't been popped.
by
Jack Prelutsky