As soon as we got back from the cinema yesterday my son got out his ipad and began to google Burma and the Death Railway. We had been to see The Railway Man Man and I have to say it is one of those films that left an indelible imprint in my mind. The last film I went to like that was The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas. When the film ended the audience didn't just get up as they normally would, but sat in stunned silence for a while coming to terms with what they had seen and trying to understand how, in the middle of war, human beings can be so 'inhumane' .But the film also showed how humans have the ability to overcome hatred and fear through forgiveness,
It certainly isn't a film for young children. It is certified 15 but I would still consider that for some it would be too traumatic.One of the traits of Aspergers however (at least in the case of my son) is the ability to separate his emotions from fact.Some would call it a lack of empathy but it is rather an ability to distance himself from the personalities involved and to look at the facts objectively rather than the inability to understand the sadness and hurt caused to people in times of war.
As I watched my son researching the role of the Japanese in the second world war I realised that that was the difference between a home educated child and a main stream 'spoon fed' child. That afternoon in the cinema had been a history lesson on the treatment of the British by the Japanese in Burma during the second world war and my son wanted to discover the facts, the film (which may not be fully historically accurate) had just wetted his appetite!
What my son did pick up (and I didn't) was that the railway was built next to the River Kwai and my job this morning has been to order The Bridge on the River Kwai at my son's request.
What else did we get from the film- well a glimpse I suppose that Eric Lomax * the British prisoner of war upon which the film is based may have had Aspergers- he certainly had an obsession with Railway lines- how else would he have been able to memorise train timetables, carry around Bradshaw's directory and been able to identify where the cattle trucks had taken them when they were transported to Burma.
It also showed the terrible mental after effects of war.We would no doubt call it post traumatic stress disorder today. The in-hospital conditions in Burma - the reason why the British Empire failed to complete the railways line.
In the credits at the end of the film it said that the Japanese officer Nagase had died in 2010 and Eric Lomax had died in 2012, shortly before the film was complete.I then remembered watching a documentary "Enemy my Friend" about them both being reconciled.
So much learned (and no doubt remembered) from a two hour lesson at the cinema and yet we have only just scratched the surface!
* Some of the description of the brutality suffered by Lomax in this link to The Telegraph article are distressing .
The trials and smiles of a home schooling mum as she shares her secrets on educating her autistic and oppositional child, together with some family fun thrown in for good measure!
Friday, 17 January 2014
Thursday, 16 January 2014
Copper, Charcoal and Hydro electric
I had one of those spontaneous moments the other day. An opportunity to grab ' me time' and go for a walk.As the day was bright and clear I decided to grasp the opportunity and go up
to Coniston as I was due to pick up my daughter after school in any case.
I’d been meaning to take photos of the boats on Coniston Water
at Water Yeat for months, the water is often so still as you go past. Having time to stop,I parked the car and walked
down to the Lake shore. I soon realised I need new walking shoes,it didn't take long before I had wet socks!
I caught a couple of pictures of the sheep, which are
various colours at the moment- when I was young I can’t remember coloured sheep
but now we have all hues on the hill sides at this time of year, blue, pink,
red and yellow.
The water was still but not as glass like as I’ve seen.Despite it being a grey day and not the best for photos I took some
– it’s still beautiful. There was a scattering of snow on Coniston old Man in
the distance- the first I’d seen this year.
Then off I set to Coniston and parked at the bottom of the
Coppermines Valley. It’s called that because they used to mine copper up on the
mountain and the evidence of the industrial past is still there. That’s what I
love about the Lake District,apparently the woods around the Lake were at one
time filled with Charcoal burners earning a living- they are mentioned by
Arthur Ransome in Swallows and Amazons and the valley, which is now deserted, apart from a Youth Hostel and a few holiday cottages and walkers making their
way towards Levers Water and the old Man, would have been a hive of industry.
Tourism has replaced industry today.
| Mound of mined copper |
| Mine workings |
I passed a steep waterfall with a small dam which bore a
sign stating it was Coniston hydro electric dam dam. Not on the scale of Pitlochy
but a small local supply of electricity and yet another a lesson in home education how
green power can be harnessed from local resources. We are surrounded in the
area by windmills too, particularly the Walney windfarm which we can see
offshore from our garden- it has changed the landscape considerably. As I
walked along the track towards Levers water I was passed by two or three water
utility vans making their way up the the central hub of the dam and I wondered
whether they were as successful when the track is covered in snow and ice,
Monday, 13 January 2014
Anxiety in Aspergers - the root of the problem?
Take our house for example. A few months ago I was bemoaning the fact that my Autistic son never had a bath. Last week I nearly fell off my chair when he asked for one!
We have changed the time he bathes you see. Bath time is now in the morning when he gets up. When he didn't put up any objection I realised it wasn't intefering with his time on the computer with his friends so there was no resistance. Life is by no means perfect, after all we still have to deal with the problem of hair washing and cleaning his teeth but, for now at least, we seem to have cracked the bathing situation and also hair cuts (which not more than a year ago was unthinkable)
The sleep situation hasn't improved much (my son is awake most of the night|) but we have been determined not to make a big thing of it. There are days when he will keep himself awake for two days then go to sleep at normal times whilst on other days he will sleep most of the day.
I was discussing the prospect with him the other day of looking into the use of Melatonin to regulate his sleep patterns.
" Oh I know about that" he said,
"It's produced naturally in our bodies. Have you only just come across it?"
" Well no actually I've known about it a while but would rather you make your own decisions about your life. Does it cause you unhappiness or inconvenience when you are up all night?"
"By and large 'no' ," he said, so for now at least, we have decided to leave things as they are until my son considers out of synch sleep patterns cause him a problem!
Even going out has improved. My son is not exactly a socialite but he has recently been to Morrisons for lunch (that wouldn't have happened a year ago) and he has asked to visit his Grandparents, has been to the cinema, been shopping,even walked the dog the other day and not a panic attack in sight.
The only thing that bothered him was when a fighter jet went over (which is what triggered panic attacks in the first place) and he ran downstairs. I explained that whilst I couldn't guarantee it,there was unlikely to be another one (they normally fly over two at a time) he picked himself up and went back upstairs.
So if you are having a difficult time (don't despair there is light at the end of the tunnel). We have been through 'baby voices' 'furniture throwing' 'door kicking' and whilst there will surely be more to come, if you listen intuitively to your child and your gut instinct then those times are likely to last far less than if you rigidly stick to what others tell you ''you must do'.
Our children are precious, much of what they do is caused by anxiety and, if taken in that context you are far more likely to be able to understand and deal with it appropriately.
Saturday, 11 January 2014
Resourcing Education - some ideas
| Primula in the January garden |
'Oh that's Japanese for 'no entry' ' he replied!.
My son has shown an interest in Japan for a while now, and it doesn't seem to be waning. So far this week, thanks to a post on a geography Home education group we have seen how the Japanese island Nishino Shima has grown eight times in size following volcanic activity making it look like an aerial picture of Snoopy. I mentioned it to my Autistic son during our teatime discussions and later found him reading the article. Today another post on the same Facebook page drew my attention to a childrens' book on the history of Japan and I have ordered it . I always love watching my son's face as he opens the surprises that drop through the letter box! Then I found a free app called Busuu with flash cards and Japanese and watched my son as he dabbled with it. Its a ongoing way of learning about Japan and its culture but it works as we remember what we learn because we've sought out the information rather than have it imposed on us.
We plan to watch "The Railway Man" when it's released at the cinema as it's about a japanese prisoner of war camp.
On another of my favourite Facebook ressources on history someone posted a list of books posted on about the First World war (which started 100 years ago) I couldn't believe just how many on the list we had already read in the five years since we embarked on our home education journey. It introduced me to another reading website for children too.
As for my other two children,my eldest left school in the summer
and is now working as an apprentice with our local council learning Motor
vehicle maintenance. Both he and I know however that his home education hasn’t
finished just because school is at an end.Home education for my son was driving
lessons with his mum round the country lanes of Cumbria and yesterday he was
off to Carlisle as he’s been chosen to be part of the Cumbria county council
apprenticeship team in the Brathay Apprenticeship challenge, largely due to the opportunities
and experiences he has had with Explorer scouts.
My daughter meanwhile has been busy creating her own recipes
‘Chicken wellington’ which I have to say was very tasty. She is busy rehearsing
for the school performance at the end of the month too. She has added drama and
singing to her repetoire too. Today we have tracked down a leather jacket for her
part in Grease.
As for mum and dad. My husband has obviously done his homework.
His new business has taken off and he’s learning lots about how to sell his
services and to offer good customer service. Next week he is taking advice on
improving the company web design.
Meanwhile I'm focusing on my walking and photography and
facilitating the interests of my children. I’m pleased to report that life is
good. Long may it remain that way!
Tuesday, 7 January 2014
A clean Sweep-Brushing the Cobwebs away
I walked down to the sea at high tide today. The wind has died down considerably but the waves were still pounding against the railway line. It looks as if my eldest son won't be able to travel up to Carlisle by train on Friday. Some parts of the track have been damaged and if not repaired by the end of the week he will have to go by bus from Workington to Carlisle. One of the down sides I suppose of living in a beautiful but remote community.
The fields seemed to be more full of sheep than normal, it transpired , when I spoke to my neighbour who is a farmer that the high tides had torn down the fence next to the railway line and he can't let the sheep roam on the marshes as they normally do at this time of year, yet another unanticipated expense providing extra hay for his flock
Another victim of the storms appears to be our Black Rock hen Wilma who disappeared during the night. Her Coop door blew open and she is no where to be found. She's very vunerable as she has a limp and doesn't venture far.Despite my repeated calls she hasn't appeared and I'm wondering whether she has been taken by a fox. There were signs that a hen had been attacked in the field behind our house today but it wasn't Wilma- we obviously have a fox or badger on the prowl.
Whilst it rained intermittently during the morning I cleared the decks. Down came the Christmas Tree and the decorations. Thank you cards were written and paper work was thinned . I needed to clear my head.It's the start of a new school year but it's easy to get in a rut particularly when the days are dull and rainy and no one feels like going out.
The fields seemed to be more full of sheep than normal, it transpired , when I spoke to my neighbour who is a farmer that the high tides had torn down the fence next to the railway line and he can't let the sheep roam on the marshes as they normally do at this time of year, yet another unanticipated expense providing extra hay for his flock
Another victim of the storms appears to be our Black Rock hen Wilma who disappeared during the night. Her Coop door blew open and she is no where to be found. She's very vunerable as she has a limp and doesn't venture far.Despite my repeated calls she hasn't appeared and I'm wondering whether she has been taken by a fox. There were signs that a hen had been attacked in the field behind our house today but it wasn't Wilma- we obviously have a fox or badger on the prowl.
I find if I tidy through our books I find things I'd forgotten and often my son takes a renewed interest in them. I'm going to clear Facebook and my email account too. I spend far too much time surfing the net and replying to messages and I want to be more productive in 2014..Here's to a busy new Year!
Saturday, 4 January 2014
Our Wonderful world- Geography at our fingertips!
| Railway line in Summer |
This is geography by osmosis. When you can actually see how the weather impacts on the enviroment it makes sense. I watched as a people carrier was towed up the hill this morning, branches sticking out it's radiator. Later in the day it was reported that a mother with her young family had tried to negotiate the coast road into the village and had ended up waist high in water fleeing the incoming tide with her children.
http://www.nwemail.co.uk/home/family-flee-car-in-floods-at-kirkby-1.1108145
I googled flood-plain then Duddon estuary and one thing led to the other. I ended up following the source of the Duddon to where it reaches the Duddon estuary ,all whilst sitting in the comfort of my home. Then I picked up a book my son received for Christmas called Earth and read how the Enviroment agency predict flooding.
On the other side of the Atlantic in Massachusets, the temperature is -30 degrees in places. Where my sister in law lives in New Hampshire the temperature is -23 degrees. They have been out skiing today in the sunshine and blue sky.Photos on Facebook reinforce a picture of what it's like to live in New Hampshire in Winter. My children are learning without being taught.
I've been cuddled up to escape the weather reading a book called The Snow Child. It's one of those books which makes you feel warm and comfortable over the Christmas holidays.Based in Alaska it has prompted me to read more about the largest state in the USA (and I don't even know where I learned that!). Coincidentally the story was based on a Russian Fairy tale retold by Arthur Ransome. author of Swallows and Amazons and someone who I already plan to read about as an author who based some of his stories in the Lake District..
And then there's the post cards we have received from Post crossing, so far we have received one from Belgium and one from Vancouver. I've just sent my latest to a young girl in Russia and am eagerly awaiting our next card from who knows where? They have prompted lots of discussion and debate around the tea table.
I'm just about to send a thank you email to a relative in Australia for her lovely Australian Calendar-we are surrounded by opportunities to learn about our fascinating world if only we care to look.
Thursday, 2 January 2014
A New Year Begins.
I just had to share my daughter's Christmas present to me, lovely isn't it? We have had a lovely time over Christmas cooking and shopping together. Yesterday we had a family party for New Years day and she made these.....
a broccoli Christmas tree
and meringue Father Christmas's
Although her Autistic brother doesn't socialise much he loves it when his Grandparents come for a family party and he chatted and laughed with the best of us.
We went to see The Hobbit today. He was desperate to go but I knew that if we went when it first came out that the cinema would be too busy (we are used to having the cinema to ourselves). Today was busier than usual but he had an overriding desire to go so he coped!
Whilst my daughter has been perfecting her cooking skills, her eldest brother has been practising his driving. He passed his theory test at the weekend, only a month after his 17th birthday. He's been revising since before he could learn to drive- he had the motivation to learn! He has the advantage of understanding the technical side of the ways cars work so he is doing well but although it won't be long before he is able to take and probably pass his test I've suggested that he doesn't take the test until March by which time he will have 4 months driving under his belt. There is one thing passing a test, quite a different thing having the experience.But I suppose that could be said for the GCSE exams as well!
Anyway a New Year has started and I'm about to take up my walking again,so that come May I will be able to walk 23 miles in the Coniston to Barrow Walk. It will be interesting to explore new areas and take some more photos of our beautiful area.
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
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