Thursday, October 14, 2010

Field Trip to Fort No. 4

We are studying American History this year. After finishing up a brief look at the French and Indian War, we cruised on over to Fort No. 4 in Charlestown, NH. 






This fortified village is a replica of the original one in this same location on the Connecticut River, an important waterway for trade and travel. It was made up of several families, all sharing in the surrounding land. This village and the walls that surrounded it acted as a springboard for settling the plantation area. It also became an important refuge of protection during that terrible time of war and violence between the French, British, British Colonists and Native Americans.  When the threat of attack arose, families would flee to this fort to defend themselves.  Fort No. 4 is made up of several lean-to homes and other dwellings, workshops, and arsenals all connected in a rectangle with large upright logs surrounding the village.























We had read several books this past month all mentioning Fort No. 4, or the string of forts along the edge of the british colonies. It was exciting to visit and see the tales and, even better, true history come alive.



















In one story we read, The Day the Indians came, a family defended themselves against a relentless attack from a large band of indians. The men made shooting holes in the walls to keep the enemy at bay and melted the incoming bullets to add to their store of ammunition. The children had a *blast* finding the shooting holes in the homes as well as taking their turn at defending the fort.











Fort No. 4 has been undergoing some changes in the past few years. They had closed their doors a while ago. But, some dedicated volunteers have been working hard to bring it back to life. The volunteers we met were friendly and welcoming. One woman spent a great deal of time with us, sharing the world of carding, spinning, weaving and other topics of fashion. The Girlies were especially taken with the lady of this house. The family represented by this home arrived in Charlestown with 7 children (almost the same ages as ours!) and added 3 more in the following years.

























In the center of the fort, we enjoyed playing with the games and toys of the 1700's. Graces, Jacob's Ladder and Hoops were our favorites.












After our tour of the grounds, we unpacked our lunch and enjoyed the beauty of the Connecticut River. If you try hard, you can almost block out the sounds of the nearby highway and imagine that you are enjoying the same breathtaking view as the early settlers did right here on the western-most edge of the British colonies.







This year Fort No. 4 opened for a few special events, Columbus Day being the one we attended. Next year they will officially open with a full schedule of school groups and tours.  We found our visit to be a great value, an excellent addition to our history studies, and a lovely way to enjoy a glorious fall day in New Hampshire.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

A Day At the Fair

Going to the Deerfield Fair is a special event for me. It marks the anniversary of our move to New Hampshire from my home state of Minnesota. That was one of the most difficult times of my married life.  I was sad, lonely and afraid of all of the unknowns that lay ahead of me. The day after we arrived, we headed to this fair and I felt like it was a Welcome to New Hampshire party just for me. Everything was so beautiful, cozy and welcoming. I particularly remember the huge blooming mums that decorated the grounds. In a season of doubt, I couldn't help but rejoice in my heart over the beauty surrounding me there and on the drive back and forth.



Truly, fall in New England is renown. Yet, for me, it holds it's own significance that reaches deeper than the colors and charm. It's a reminder of the Lord's work in my life, even when I wasn't willing to fully embrace it.

Blue Ribbons All Around!

A few pics of the entries the children prepared to enter our local fair a couple of weeks ago:

Pony In the Field ~ Ruth, 6yo

















Acrylic painting: Lightening & Mater, Photo: Kittens in Boots ~ Joshua 11yo

















Acrylic paintings: Cabin In the Woods and Model T (or A?), Handstitched felt on fabric: Snowman, Woodworking: Tie rack ~ Benjamin 8yo

















Photos: Baby in a Beret, Good Morning Moth; Handwoven basket, Clay creations: She Worketh Her Fields, Scrapbook: Women of the Rennaisance & Reformation, Decorated Cake: Waterfall ~ Elizabeth 12yo












A few close ups:


























Okay, so we spent the morning readying all of our work. We packed it all up carefully and headed off to the fair to enter our items.  And then It Happened.

Marvelous Mommy with the Magnificent Memory Messed Up...Majorly. :(

See, I should know better than to trust this brain of mine to keep details in the right order. I confused the times for drop off of our items.  The category that would have accepted the majority of our entries closed 20 minutes before we arrived.   THUMP <-----  that's my heart hitting the floor. :(

We sadly packed our box of creations and headed off to the school building to drop off the one item we had registered for entry. When we arrived, I timidly explained our dilemma and asked if the children could be allowed to simply display their work in that category, even though we knew they wouldn't be judged. They worked so hard and just wanted to be a part of the excitement of the fair. The Oh-So-Kind woman cheerfully accepted our items (though we had to limit what we could leave) and said she would try hard to put them out if there was room. We all left, thankful, yet still disappointed at the loss of participating in the judging.

Fast forward to Opening Day at the fair. When we arrived to see the Decorated Cakes cheers rang out as we saw Elizabeth's cake!!












She was humbly, yet joyfully beaming!

Then we headed off to the school building to see the display of homeschooler's work.  When we arrived we were even more gleeful as we saw that not only were all of the items we left displayed, but they had also been included in the judging.  AND...we had Blue Ribbons All Around!!




































When all was said and done, we arrived the last night of the fair to pick up our collections. The building we had originally registered to hold our items had a line out the door! David said we could have been there for over an hour just waiting to pick up our things. It took about 10 minutes for us to gather ours from where they were. 

I felt awful. Simply awful the day we missed entering.  Yet, that night we went home triumphant, in spite of my disorder. Thank you, Lord!

And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God,
to them who are the called according to his purpose. 
Romans 8:28