Pop Up Foldables

   One of the challenges of teaching is to vary activities so that all learning styles have an opportunity to flourish. One of my seminary students last year loved when I occasionally added arts and crafts. She listened and comprehended much better when she had work for her hands. Here is a journal of sorts with pop-up pages.

                                             A small slit in the paper creates a step for glueing on an image.

   Two slits create a added dimension. A lesson about Brigham Young is a perfect example of using two slits to create a comparison pop up.

                                            The file folder closes easily even when you add four to five pages.

                                               To start, fold a paper horizontally, we call it hamburger style.

                                                    Cut the slit, or slits, on the folded edge.

                           Slide your finger through the holes and bend the paper back to create steps.

   Glue the outside top edge to a file folder or piece of construction paper. Do not put glue along the folded edge. As you add pages glue the top page, outside edges, to the back of the preceding page. Finding graphics is easy when you google Book of Mormon coloring pages or Church History coloring pages. Many of the hits lead you to The Friend but the google search is easier than navigating The Friend site. Some students will want to create their own graphics.

                                                                          Happy Teaching!!!
                            Doing a search for Book of Mormon coloring pages will connect you to The Friend.

Everyone Is An Artist

    When did I stop drawing regularly? I loved crayons, markers, paints, so very much when I was a child. Somewhere I noticed that I wasn't gifted and I quit. What if everyone had a sketchbook and pencil with them? What if drawing was a way to communicate in every day life? I try to engage my grandchildren in art when they come over. If my pencils are on the table, they ask to draw.

   "Things must be kept track of— even things one could not comprehend. Beatrix had instructed her that she must always record her findings in drawings as accurate as she could make them, categorized, whenever possible, by the correct taxonomy."

Gilbert, Elizabeth (2013-10-01). The Signature of All Things: A Novel (p. 61). Penguin Group US.

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           Recently, five of us did a study of a fawn. We have two in the yard everyday. Their dimensions and coloring are familiar to everyone who stays at my home. I started with observations and adjectives. Nothing was more pleasing than to hear them comment on the proportions of their fawn and correct themselves with eraser.

                                                              I think art is for everyone.

I Bring My Messy Heart

  My sixtieth birthday is coming up. It means something to me, different than other years. I made a few plans. I am going to have a pool party for my grandkids. The whole pool to ourselves to splash, yell, and laugh. I intend to do a lot of laughing. Maybe even a little at or with the yellow submarine, my swimming buddy.
  I also signed up for a 6 week E-Course with Brene Brown, Daring Greatly author. This course will cover the material in her book, "The Gifts of Imperfection", which I've read and look forward to studying more deeply. Her class requires watercolor paints. That was the trigger; and I pushed, buy.

   All that was required was a messy heart. I've got one of those. It has potential to be true-blue but it leaks every now and then.

                   Go here if you want to find out more about this course. I am really excited!!!!!!

The Word Bubble

     If a computer could look through all the words appearing on my recent blog site, what words would appear the most often? It makes me happy that the top words are the very ideas I want to communicate.

                                                  Make your own word bubble here.

Our Own "Who Do You Think You Are?"

   Have you seen the television show entitled "Who Do You Think You Are"? A famous celebrity is invited to go on a genealogical adventure to find mysteries in their family tree. Aided by professional genealogists they make discoveries in data files and ultimately go to the their ancestral homes where they are emotionally brought to a discovery of "who they really are".

                                                                Minne Driver is on the show this season
 
    Our story would begin with "The Six Siblings", who endured the hardships of World War II. Losing Erich so early changed everything for his wife and little son Lothar. Helena and her daughter Renate, Kurt, his wife and  4 children, and the 3 younger sisters also survived but all survivors were forced to re-locate to West Germany as refugees.

 

     Enter the star of our show, Ingo, the youngest son of Kurt, who is a "celebrity" in his field of study.  Ingo would be interviewed and would announce that he is looking for the name of his great, great-grandfather. The Titze line research has been at a stalemate with Ernst Robert Titze, born in 1855 for years and he always wondered about who Robert was and where he came from. The show's genealogist would then ask what steps have been taken to get information from relatives.
    

                                                              Renate, Goetz, Peter, Lothar, Ingo, and Gaby

     

      Now, the saga of the cousins. The six Titze siblings produced six children who are "The Six Cousins", some in the USA and some in Germany.  Ingo would tell of the valiant efforts of continued connection between German cousins and American cousins. He would tell of the many visits to Germany and Renate's visits to America.
   At this point, the host would request a trip to Germany to meet Lothar again.  Lothar was visited for the first time by Ingo last year and Ingo shared some family history about his father Erich.  Ingo would hope to introduce  members of his family,  share a meal and more family insights.  To his delight, his cousin connected  with him in a deeper way than before.  The two, seventy something year old, men  shared personal experiences of being  refugees and their new life after war. After dinner, Ingo found out that the information he shared a year ago was deeply appreciated so much that it prompted Lothar to do research.  This time Ingo's cousin  was prepared  to share a box of picture albums, not seen before, given by his aunt.  He also filled out the fan chart given to him by Ingo as a gift the year before.  On the chart, Ingo and his daughter noticed "a gift "-  there were 2 names never before seen written in, as Roberts parents.   Gasps were heard and  tears starting to well up .  After a commercial break, a scene would open again with the celebrity’s daughter, Karin, explaining in tears that her Aunt Gaby spent hours looking for these names.  Ingo exclaimed with joy "I finally know who my Great Great Grandparents are!"   Could this cousin have the missing link? Alas, it is true. Upon arriving back on American soil the e-mails blasted the documents and translations across the sea. You can see the highly coveted birth record of Gustave Hermann Titze, son of Robert here.

  It reads something like this in english:
Birth Record

The undersigned civil officials hereby verify the the midwife Mrs. Anna Hauder nie Schmidt living in Johnsdorf reports a birth in the afternoon on 18 December 1881 to Henriette Tietze nie Kindler, Lutheran, wife of master Blacksmith Robert Tietze, Lutheran, living in Johnsdorf. The male child was named Gustav Hermann.

Civil record recorder  Barthsch

This copy was re-issued  in 1926.

A handwritten note on the left side reads:

A legal name change was made in Landeshut for this child pronouncing the surname Tietze instead of Titze. 

The second jaw dropping document was a marriage certificate between Ernst Robert Titze and Henriette Kindler. You can see that here. That document produced the mind blowing information giving us the next generation, Robert Titze's parents. Mind you, at this point in the show there are tears and moments of pregnant silence. 

  It reads something like this in english:

Marriage certificate No. 3 from Seiffersdorf on 11 May 1880. We hereby certify that blacksmith apprentice Ernst Robert Heinrich Tietze, born 10 March 1855 in Kammerswaldau, Kreis Schoenau, living in Seiffersdorf , Kreis Schoenau, son of renter and helper at the mill, Johann Heinrich Tietze and his wife, Johanna Luise nie Andretzky from Kammerswaldau 

and Ernestine Henriette Kindler, Lutheran, born 5 December 1857 in Kammerswaldau , daughter of the late, farmer and landowner, Christian Benjamin Kindler and his wife Christiane Juliane nie Simon from Streckenbach, Kreis Bolkenhain

The witnesses were Master Blacksmith Johann Wilhelm Schroeter 46 years old, living in Sieffersdorf and Landowner or Lord of the manor Christian Heinrich Haensch age 50 Living in Streckenbach.

Signed by Ernst Robert Titze and Henriette Kindler

Copy made in 1926 in Seiffersdorf

   After much rejoicing the genealogists go to work with the new info. Luckily the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints Genealogical Library is a short drive away. Our celebrity's wife and daughter giddily go to find the microfilm associated with the place where Ernst Robert Titze was married. They begin to scroll through countless pages of black and white, old german script. Their stomaches get queazy as the pages scroll by. There is a bit of sheer insanity in these searches and often husbands and children lose their mothers into the depths of the library walls. But the luck of the Germans is with them, (whoops, is that the Irish?) and they recognize the Titze name and snag two more important documents.

  The image is e-mailed to our celebrity, who is a scientist, and painstakingly, translates these two new papers. Another marriage is discovered. This time it is the marriage of Ernst Robert's sister Louise. Hey he has a sister!

  You can see the document here.

It reads something like this:

14 November 1881

Ernst Wilhelm Krause

Born 2 September 1857

Lives in Seiffersdorf as a servant

Son of servant Ernst Gottfried Krause and Johanne Beate Stumpe

Who lives in Kammerswsldau

marries

Louise Auguste Pauline Titze

 born15 June 1857

Born in Kammerswsldau

Daughter of Johann Henrich Titze and

Johanne Louise Andretsky

Witnesses

Ernst Krause age 55 from Kammerswsldau

Robert Titze age 26 living in Johnsdorf in Kreis Landeshut

  Then our celebrity translates the last record and finds to everyones surprise that it is a death record for our initial discovery, Johann Henrich Titze. With some awe he finds his parents listed and another generation opens up. More drum rolls!!!!

You can see death certificate here.

It reads something like this-

Cammerswaldau, 11th of July 1882

Millworker Gustave Titze, from Maiwaldau, No.147, personally gives notice that his father, Johann Karl Heinrich Titze, age 55 years and 5 months, from Kammerswaldau, Lutheran religion has died. He was born in Gruebel, Kreis Jauer and is survived by his wife, Johanna Luise Andretzky. The parents of the deceased are Samuel Gotthilf Titze and Johanne Eleonore Kallert who died in Gruebel, Kreis Jauer. He died in Kammerswaldau on the 5 July 1882 in the afternoon.

Notice made by Gustave Titze on 11 July 1882

Well, the hour long show is over but aren't you just reeling? Who said genealogy is boring? In closing our celebrity is renewed and excited about finding new information and looks longingly at a picture of his grand-parents, Anna Hoppe Titze and Hermann Titze.

                                                               Ja, dass ist gut!

Nurturing Something New

     Over the years, I have developed a reputation with my husband as a careless caretaker of plants. He claimed he could tell my mental state by the state of my houseplants. It was true that I stopped watering when my mind got too cluttered. As the plants dropped their parched heads my own spirit thirsted for refreshment.

     When I brought home the Habiscus bush and placed it in the bathroom, he merely raised his brow. True, it is a tropical plant but the bathroom has a tropical climate. Right? My plant came with blossoms ready to open. Within a week they dried up and fell off.  I was disappointed. I watered, fertilized, and waited. Their growing season goes through October.

     New buds finally appeared, five to be exact. I was thrilled. I noted how they reached for the light.
And this morning, this sunshiny morning, one opened.

    I live in a mortal condition that is not perfect for my development. I yearn for the light. I am grateful for nourishment and refreshment from a divine source. And I struggle to reach my potential. My gardener is perfect. He never forgets to water, only sometime I forget to drink.

Perfecting The Pie Crust

       My son and I went to a pie making class at an Eat Local grocery store. The idea was to learn how to make a crust from scratch. It seemed like a skill worth learning well, as the season for pies is coming.

          The recipe was simple but the technique is everything. We used 2 1/4 + 2 T pastry flour, 13/4 sticks of  cold butter, 7 T of ice water, and 1/2 t of salt. A flaky crust comes when the butter is not completely worked into the dough, hence the cold butter and cold water. You can work these ingredients with your hands or put them into a food processor for about 20 seconds until the mixture resembles peas. At that point we heeled the dough a tiny bit, pushed into the dough with the heel of our hand, and formed it into two balls which were refrigerated for at least 1/2 hour.
     

 
       We rolled out the dough making sure the dough never got stuck to the board. That meant plentiful flouring under and on top of the dough. The filling recipes used cornstarch which turned out to be better than flour.

  We each made a pie, mine was apple, my son made blueberry. We took them home ready to bake.

   Eat Local is a store that makes ready to heat food with only local, organic ingredients. The class was held in the back of the store where they prepare the food. The baker was very skilled and quick, a little disorganized, but very fun to be around. Our class mates seemed very excited to make their own pies for evermore.