Generations of American school children from the 1930s through 1970s learned to read with Dick and Jane. Who could forget such classic lines as:
“See Dick. See Dick run. Run, Dick, run!”
Overly simplistic, even for the time, I escaped their clutches thanks to my older sister, who taught me to read before I started school. It was soon apparent to my first-grade teacher that I could read above level. And so one of my classmates and I were given separate lessons at the third-grade level—with several non-Dick-and-Jane books. Continue reading
So as I work on my PerNoReMo, we’ll keep this post simple. Here are some photos from York that my husband and I took in September. York features some wonderful old Medieval and Renaissance buildings and the wall that protected the old city.
We stayed in a hotel located in a building dating from the 1700s that had been built against one of the Medieval gates, which you can see at left below. The view at right is back up the street from the hotel.
On Friday, my blog turns three. As I write that sentence, I wonder how that’s even possible. Where did the time go? Continue reading
Coming back to a weekly blogging schedule isn’t easy. The idea was to get back into the writing groove as things calmed down after September. Apparently, neither my motivation nor my Muse has checked the calendar….
I hope you’ll forgive me for indulging in a few vacation posts. Actually, as I thought about which highlights to cover, I started worrying about overdoing things. I’ll bet everyone has been subjugated to at least one slideshow or home-movie “fest” from a friend or relative. And I don’t want to be that person! So we’ll see just where these posts go…. Continue reading