As a child I went on very few field trips. But those days when we got to go into town and tour the jail, or the feed store, or somewhere equally exciting, were favorites from my one-room schoolhouse years.
So, even though my children are homeschooled it’s important to me that they get the chance to see the inside of a jail, um, I mean go on field trips. And last month our homeschool group had one of those great opportunities, we went back in time to Charlton Park.
While the children were getting the new experience of sitting in an old classroom Jeannette and I were pacing the back of the room trying to keep my twins occupied. In between shushing my daughter, and snapping pictures of my boys writing on slates what should I spy? The two rows of books that were the school’s modest library and in them, this surprise:
Jeannette was also excited by the find, even if my son was not.
This month the field trip is to the Grand Rapids Trash and Recycling Center. I can’t imagine what will be found there. But if a copy of Gulliver’s Travels with my name in it shows up, I plead the fifth.