All posts tagged: Eldest Son

Sometimes, we get one chance in a decade to make a difference. Let’s keep taking it. via lagarfias.com

One Chance in a Decade

In case you missed it, from the archives. The last time we Americans took a nation-wide census, the Garfias family packed up and moved across the country.  We were technically “homeless” for a short while as we searched for apartment and job near the ministry God had called us to on the East Coast.  But there is no hiding from Big Brother.  One day, he came knocking on the door of our newly-rented basement apartment. I opened the door with a toddler on one hip and a laundry basket on the other. “Mrs. Garfias?” “Yes …” I answered, hesitantly, aware I did not look my dazzling best. “I am from the US Census.  Were you aware you had not filled out your form?” I laughed aloud. “We’ve been busy moving around.  You must have had a time tracking us!” “Well, ma’am,” the college student shuffled shyly through his papers, unsure how to respond. “I just need to ask you a few questions.” “Ok. You can ask me the questions on two conditions.  Accompany me to the …

Bee-ing a Better Speller

by Sharin Post I have always insisted there are two kinds of people in this world. Spellers, and people like me. My sister is nothing like me. Which goes to show you that not all homeschoolers are Spelling Bee champs. My husband, a public school graduate, is also nothing like me. Which ends the nature/nurture discussion for me right there. Two of my children take after him. My oldest is a lot like me. Twain agrees with me. And he is nothing like me. The ability to spell is a natural gift. The person not born with it can never become perfect in it. I was always able to spell correctly. My wife, and her sister, Mrs. Crane, were always bad spellers. Once when Clara was a little chap, her mother was a way from home for a few days, and Clara wrote her a small letter every day. When her mother returned, she praised Clara’s letters. Then she said, “But in one of them, Clara, you spelled a word wrong.” Clara said, with quite …

Home School Boy Deters Crime

Local Lad Learns Lesson from Logic I was driving my four children on multiple errands around the Dallas metroplex today, enjoying the sunshine and the classical radio station.  We were stopped at a traffic light, several cars back, when suddenly  my oldest son broke into my reverie with a somber announcement: “A robbery will take place soon at that gas station on your right, Mom.” I chuckled and fished in my purse for my lip gloss. “I’m serious, Mom,” he calmly continued.  “A man with a ski mask and a shopping bag just went into that Shell station. It is too warm for a ski mask and you don’t carry that type of bag into a gas station. He is a bad guy.” The light turned green, and I was a quarter of a mile down the road before my conscience got the best of me.  I called 911.