Homeschoolers do not have the performance options that traditionally schooled children do. We don't have recorder concerts or magic nights or school plays, unless we are members of a great cooperative. We homeschoolers have to be creative in order to give our kids performance opportunities. Some take their children to acting classes or ballet lessons or music lesson where the recital or play is the goal. Some of us don't do those things but are fortunate enough to 1. have creative friends with great ideas and 2. be smart enough to copy said friend's ideas and unabashedly ask questions on how it all works. So, I held a Derby Day Salon.
This event was graced by the presence of several homeschooled children ranging in age from 6 through 18 years of age. We had violinists, even a violin duet! We had pianists. We had rock and rollers and we had an opera solo. Great fun and greatly talented children.
We also had hats. This was, after all, a Derby Day Salon and once the children finished their performances, we moved right into eating, drinking mint juleps and gambling on horses and hats. Following is a slide show of our fancy pants hats and few other pictures of the attendees.
The second half of my life will be black to the white rind of the old and fading moon. The second half of my life will be water over the cracked floor of these desert years. I will land on my feet this time, knowing at least two languages and who my friends are. I will dress for the occasion and my hair shall be whatever color I please. Everyone will go on celebrating the old birthday, counting the years as usual, but I will count myself new from this inception, this imprint of my own desire.
The second half of my life will be swift, past leaning fenceposts, a gravel shoulder, asphalt tickets, the beckon of open road. The second half of my life will be wide-eyed, fingers sifting through fine sands, arms loose at my sides, wandering feet. There will be new dreams every night, and the drapes will never be closed. I will toss my string of keys in into a deep well and old letters into the grate.
The second half of my life will be ice breaking up on the river, rain soaking the fields, a hand held out, a fire, and smoke going upward, always up.
~Joyce Sutphen Straight Out Of View, New Rivers Press
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