Sunday, April 4, 2010
23 Things was very helpful and interesting.
I thoroughly enjoyed 23 Things because it introduced me new possibilities which I didn't know existed. The explanations and links to tutorials were plentiful and enough to gradually let me make my way through each "Thing." I would have benefited from about a half hour session of class on each topic but couldn't make the times to come to the library. In spite of this, I have a basis from which to explore each "Thing" in the future and decide what application it has for my work or research. The pace of the program was just right. I would welcome more programs such as these where I could get a taste of technologies that are available and then choose to delve further into the ones that would be most relevant. Thank you for your effort in making this course available. Please notify me if you offer other classes "online."
Rollyo
This is the link to my rollyo on Alternative Medicine.
I'm skeptical about my use of rollyo, but I do inquire frequently about alternative medicines and holistic medicines, so it is conceivable that I will use this tool in the future.
I see an application for setting rollyos for children doing research on a certain let"s say historical topic. Searching the good sites first and then using only those to do the research. Perhaps for elementary students.
http://www.rollyo.com/createroll.html?sid=608242
I'm skeptical about my use of rollyo, but I do inquire frequently about alternative medicines and holistic medicines, so it is conceivable that I will use this tool in the future.
I see an application for setting rollyos for children doing research on a certain let"s say historical topic. Searching the good sites first and then using only those to do the research. Perhaps for elementary students.
http://www.rollyo.com/createroll.html?sid=608242
Net Library....Finally
I became a member of Net Library before this course began, but through this, I have learned how to download Media Center and so am enjoying the ease of downloading eaudiobooks. The collection is extensive and quite enjoyable. Thanks, Ephrata Library for making Net Library available!
Friday, April 2, 2010
You Tube.....Mixed Feelings
I love animals and their personalities and thus choose the Cat Video. In general, You Tube is much too "in your face" for my taste. OK for some purposes but generally, just too public.
Podcasts Rule!
I've only recently discovered podcasts and am thrilled to subscribe to various topics from news to meditation to English grammar. I find them informative and relaxing when I don't want to spend lots of time listening. From this exercise, I realized that there is a whole world of podcasts beyond the ones I get via itunes and on subjects that would be of more interest. The ability to listen to them as it fits into my day and the exposure to ongoing current information is enjoyable.
Thing 18...The online library catalog
I've been a memeber and love going online to search for books and especially audiobooks. The renewing feature is great and also just the reminder of what I have out. Dede
Monday, March 29, 2010
Wikis are overrated!
OK, I was excited when seeing the example of how one would collaboratively plan what to take on a vacation trip with various family members. However, when I looked at samples of Wikis....I just couldn't relate....perhaps more time and one on one explanation would help me relate.
I did create a Wiki and invited my 2 daughters and granddaughter to contribute "Things to Do" in Ipswich, MA. I will be keeping my grandchildren for 2 weeks there and needed some ideas of attractions or sights that we could visit.
I was pleasantly surprised when sites to visit "magically" appeared on my Wiki......it was the younger generation ringing in.......My what a learning curve!
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Delicious and Technorati
My creativity for taking the lessons and relating them to my theme of "dede's memories" is bankrupt. So just a straight opinion of Delicious and Technorati. I joined each site and snooped around. I will use Delicious since the idea of finding my bookmarks from any computer is very appealing. Also, as I bookmark websites of stores that carry fairly traded Oriental rugs, I will make a comment touting those stores as very unique and thereby spread the word of where fairly traded rugs are available.
Technorati.....after visiting this site twice, I'm not so sure I will find this helpful. When I looked for my favorite tags.....there wasn't much of interest that I found. Maybe another visit would be helpful.
I am more aware as I am using the web of the little delicioius and technorati icons that I am spying, but still need practice to understand the value.
Technorati.....after visiting this site twice, I'm not so sure I will find this helpful. When I looked for my favorite tags.....there wasn't much of interest that I found. Maybe another visit would be helpful.
I am more aware as I am using the web of the little delicioius and technorati icons that I am spying, but still need practice to understand the value.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
POOL TIME IN THE BACKYARD
POOL TIME IN THE BACK YARD
With the help of glogster, this is a poster of the best pool time in my memory. Text does not show well so I will repeat it here:
There were many other "pool times"we experienced growing up, but none were as memorable or joyous as our little canvas pool in the backyard. Note the custom metal "sunning seats"and the "cooling shower" attached to the garden hose. My sister Harriet (l.) and cousin Brenda (r.) were sunning on the side of the pool. I was in the water with my friend, Sylvia clutching her beach ball.
Friday, February 26, 2010
The Easter Egg Hunt at Church
Easter meant going to Bridgeville Church for the annual Easter Egg Hunt. By the time we arrived, all the eggs were hidden and for some reason I could never see them as we drove into the driveway, even though I scanned the area from the car window. Basket in hand, I began searching for the coveted "Golden Egg." My sister would point out the hidden treasures as we went, but somehow the golden egg escaped a ride in our baskets. After the hunt, we would wait for mom to finish her conversations with the women of the church as we took inventory of our Easter baskets.
going ice skating on a school night
swimming at Lake Texter
visiting the farm and petting the horses
feeding the ants sugar lumps with Uncle Freddy
visiting Aunt Libby and staying for supper
a bucket and flashlight, catching worms with Dad
making houses from refrigerator boxes
playing on the railroad bank
dressing up my dog, Lady
getting Easter Peeps
games at the reunion, the peanut scramble
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
RSS Feeds
RSS Feeds are the closest thing to subscribing to podcasts on my new ipod. The idea of going to one page and getting new information from my favorite sites is really helpful. I have to read more to grasp all the uses for RSS feeds, so more to come as I learn more. My blogline url is below:
http://www.bloglines.com/public/USERNAME
http://www.bloglines.com/public/USERNAME
Saturday, February 20, 2010
My Sister's Brownie Camera
My sister would log the family happenings with her brownie camera. I was too busy making the family happenings to capture them on film. My sister took lots of pride in taking family pictures.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
285 Church Avenue - the front porch
In the future, our house would be referred to as just "285". All of my childhood was spent in this row house which by rights of its proximity to other homes, brought it's challenges and delights. We early learned to always consider "What will the neighbor's think?" Piano could only be practiced after 9am and before 9 pm and family arguments were allowed up to a certain decibel.
Evenings and Sundays were spent on the front porch. "Getting to the porch" was sort of a goal that you achieved. As children, we were always free to spend time on the porch either playing "color car" or days of Monopoly. The adults needed to accomplish housework, meals and other obligations before the "reward" of the porch was realized. I remember mom saying, "Now go play so we can get the dishes done or I'll never get on the porch."
During the day the front porch was the meeting place for the women of the neighborhood. It seemed justified to spend long times visiting with "the neighbor lady" as long as it was connected with an activity like bringing the milk in from the Cream Top milk box or paying the baker for the week's bread and lepp cookies. Even the baker or the insurance man would be cause for breaks in work as they would spend time visiting with their patrons.
Saturday AM was the time to wash the car (at the curb of course) and then wash the porch furniture and the porch itself. My favorite memories of washing the car was the trail of sudsy water that would travel curbside down the street. I would follow this until it would eventually dry up in front of a neighbor's house down the street. Watching this river was always a good excuse to get an acceptable distance from home.....1/2 block.
After supper on Saturday night we would sit on the porch as a family either waiting for "company to come" or visiting with neighbors. This could go well into the evening and then one by one, neighbors would say goodnight. I hated this gradual coming to an end of a fun time of listening to the news of the neighborhood.
After church on Sunday, the porch was again the goal to be met before extended family would stop by around 2-3pm. This meant allowing my Dad and Mom to corporately make the Sunday dinner in lightning time by going to our rooms on the third floor and watching the throngs of people exiting the church across the street from 285. From watching this dismissal either from the window or the porch (if we skipped church) we actually came to recognize the "church families" and watch their interaction or change of fashion with the seasons. I remember "the hat lady" as my mother called her since she wore her very large hats with great pride. A wedding at the church made it AOK for neighbors to spend extended time on the porch on any day of the week. Once the bride and groom exited and the rice was thrown, all returned to their day's work.
Visiting on the porch was a parallel experience in the 50's. Neighbors didn't leave their porches and congregate on the porch of another neighbor. Instead, they leaned forward on their chairs and visited verbally over the banister.... at the most sitting on the banister to talk about subjects that weren't to be shared with the "row."
It was a great day in the spring when Dad would put up the awning and get the porch furniture out. We looked forward to this day when the living space of our home would be extended for a few months by the front porch.
Evenings and Sundays were spent on the front porch. "Getting to the porch" was sort of a goal that you achieved. As children, we were always free to spend time on the porch either playing "color car" or days of Monopoly. The adults needed to accomplish housework, meals and other obligations before the "reward" of the porch was realized. I remember mom saying, "Now go play so we can get the dishes done or I'll never get on the porch."
During the day the front porch was the meeting place for the women of the neighborhood. It seemed justified to spend long times visiting with "the neighbor lady" as long as it was connected with an activity like bringing the milk in from the Cream Top milk box or paying the baker for the week's bread and lepp cookies. Even the baker or the insurance man would be cause for breaks in work as they would spend time visiting with their patrons.
Saturday AM was the time to wash the car (at the curb of course) and then wash the porch furniture and the porch itself. My favorite memories of washing the car was the trail of sudsy water that would travel curbside down the street. I would follow this until it would eventually dry up in front of a neighbor's house down the street. Watching this river was always a good excuse to get an acceptable distance from home.....1/2 block.
After supper on Saturday night we would sit on the porch as a family either waiting for "company to come" or visiting with neighbors. This could go well into the evening and then one by one, neighbors would say goodnight. I hated this gradual coming to an end of a fun time of listening to the news of the neighborhood.
After church on Sunday, the porch was again the goal to be met before extended family would stop by around 2-3pm. This meant allowing my Dad and Mom to corporately make the Sunday dinner in lightning time by going to our rooms on the third floor and watching the throngs of people exiting the church across the street from 285. From watching this dismissal either from the window or the porch (if we skipped church) we actually came to recognize the "church families" and watch their interaction or change of fashion with the seasons. I remember "the hat lady" as my mother called her since she wore her very large hats with great pride. A wedding at the church made it AOK for neighbors to spend extended time on the porch on any day of the week. Once the bride and groom exited and the rice was thrown, all returned to their day's work.
Visiting on the porch was a parallel experience in the 50's. Neighbors didn't leave their porches and congregate on the porch of another neighbor. Instead, they leaned forward on their chairs and visited verbally over the banister.... at the most sitting on the banister to talk about subjects that weren't to be shared with the "row."
It was a great day in the spring when Dad would put up the awning and get the porch furniture out. We looked forward to this day when the living space of our home would be extended for a few months by the front porch.
Christmas of 1951
This is my earliest memory. It begins with slowly descending the dining room stairs while holding tightly to our banister which was always reliable since my father prided himself in keeping our house in good repair. I can't remember if my sister led the way, but most likely she allowed me at 5 years younger to go first. Getting to the landing meant that I only had three more steps before I rounded the bend to the living room. Of course, we had taken the time the put on our chenille robes...mine blue and my sister's pink. There they were, our dolls....sitting beside each other on our rose sofa, eyes open and waiting for us. They seemed larger than life each with an outfit of corduroy jodphurs and white shirts with Peter Pan collars. They wore large corduroy tams. The best memory of my doll was her size. As I picked her up, she was almost my size and although her body was soft, her large head made of a hard material giving her a very shiny face, clunked toward me and hit my head. She was a lot to handle, so I sat her back on the sofa and just enjoyed looking at her. As usual, my doll was dressed in blue and my sister's in red. Somehow that tradition remained through my childhood. Whenever mom held a surprise behind her back and said to us, which one do you want, I knew to say "blue" after which my sister would say "red." This must have always been the expectation since mom always had something blue and red to offer.
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