Perhaps it was the year I taught from a state of rest-reading aloud, fishing at lunch, and looking at pretty pictures.įrom 1989 to 1990 here is what Timothy and I read. The year before things got serious and stressed. That year always stands out in my memory as my best year of homeschooling. Looking over the titles my mind returns to those happy days and those happy stories, and I bet Timothy’s does too on occasion. Looking back I knew that we had read many books that year, but I would never have guessed the total could have been thirty-eight until recently I found the paper where I recorded them. I read another and another and by the end of the year we had read thirty-eight chapter books-”read-alouds” we call them now. So I picked up a Signature Biography I had on hand from a library sale and began reading a chapter. We were already using the morning to review his Awana verses and read nursery rhymes and picture books, but I was anxious to start reading longer books-chapter books. By the time I had Timothy, my oldest, in 1984, I had already spent three years reading about homeschooling so when he turned four I was chafing to get started.
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