Yoli often tells me about sisterly reading sessions between Ludi and Josie. Ludi pretends to read (or recites what she has memorized) and Josie follows along attentively. One morning Yoli caught one of these cute events on video for your viewing pleasure:
This summer we enrolled Jadzia and Ludi in swimming lessons as January-Wabash Park in Ferguson.
At home after her first ride on a bike trail, Jadzia was recovering from the scare of falling halfway through the ride. She asked me if we could ride again the next day, for the purpose of making a video.
The other day the kids were playing outside. Three times Joseph came inside and began punching the baby wipes bag. When the bag deflated, he would open it and ask for help to re-close it. It was so funny I decided to make a video.
My Nan grew up in Wellingborough, England. Last week I got to see her childhood home, and today we went to her birth home in order to shoot a short little video.
(Nan’s brother, Uncle Raymond, jokingly claims she was found, not born.)
Sunday began bright and early: we had to catch a train from Wellingborough into London for the day.
Wow, what a day!
Andrew and Toni took Nan and me around to a number of villages in Northamptonshire with family connections.
The first stop was Brafield on the Green. At the church we found a lady who had just finished cleaning and was heading out. She graciously opened th church for us and directed us to the farm that formerly belong to the Satgeant family. My great-great-grandmother Emily Elizabeth Barker worked there in service (more or less as a maid).
Today Uncle Raymond drove us northwest from Finedon up to the seaside town of Hunstanton. I was excited to see the coast when he had offered to take us. The sea is a powerful image in Tolkien’s mythology, along with the calls of the gulls.
I am visiting England for one week with my mother and grandmother. My grandmother, whom I call “Nan,” was born and raised in England before leaving as a young woman to marry an American (my “Papa”).
Ludi is learning to read, and she can read more than she lets on. But she also greatly enjoys pretending to read, that is, taking a book and reading aloud a completely different made-up story.
This is what I found her doing on the couch this morning with Josie.
Here’s a bit of the story.