Today we had a wonderful Wax Museum performance by our third graders. Check out one of our Tweets about the day:
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Would you like to meet some famous people? Then journey back in time with the 49′ers to meet some influential Americans. Each student chose an historical figure and then conducted research about that person. To find out why they are important to our history, just take a look at our Wax Museum Glog.
To best view the glog, hover your cursor over the Glogster logo and press “View Full Size.” This takes you to the Gloster site, but please come back and share your thoughts with us about our research. Happy History!.
We love visiting blogs and finding cool ways to collaborate. The Hawes Primary School in England invited kids to share their playground songs. They have several on their blog to share with all of us. We would like to join in their collaboration and share our songs, too. This is also part of our Edublog Challenge task. At the bottom, we’ve created a poll for visitors to choose their favorite. Be sure to vote, since we’ll be using the data to create bar graphs, pictographs and fraction stories in math.
A Titanic Legacy
The Titanic rocked in the waves off the Irish coast. Its four smokestacks saluted her passengers as young James Kenny begged his Aunt Rose.
“But I can get you back to New Jersey. I know my way from the docks.”
“I’m certain you do, lad,” said Aunt Rose. “But I’ll not be crossing the Atlantic with an eight year old. And that’s final, it is.”
His little brother, four-year old Johnny, clung to his mother’s skirt as the two sisters continued to argue.
“So will you be trading your tickets for the next ship or not?” The ticket agent barked. Bridget Kenny held only three tickets. The Titanic was full, so there would not be a fourth.
“Rose, it’s the greatest ship ever to sail,” his mother said. “You’ll be seeing famous people. You wouldn’t want to miss that, would you?”
Aunt Rose sighed and looked at young James. Queenstown, Ireland, was Titanic’s last port of call. The behemoth was too big to dock. James watched as passengers boarded the ferries Ireland and America. These smaller boats took passengers, and their luggage, to the ship.
“Please, Aunt Rose?” James said. “I promise I know my way.”
“He can get you from New York City to New Jersey.” His mother insisted they use two of the tickets. “Johnny and I will be on the next ship home. Go!”
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A continent away, construction sounds hammered in Thomas Kenny’s ears. It was difficult work, but worth it. He was proud of his job in America. It fed his family.
Thomas remembered the Ireland of his childhood. The beauty of lush, green hills. Cliffs dropped into the ocean like a fortress. But County Mayo was scarred, too. The potato famine of 1846 haunted his country still. Famine grave sites. Abandoned villages. And for Thomas, there was no work, no future.
But not in America! Here, he found work. There was hope. There was even money for travel. His wife and boys had returned to Ireland to visit. James and John had met their grandparents. His wife, Bridget, had seen her sister, Rose. Rose still refused to leave Ireland.
Thomas smiled to himself. The rocks and cliffs of County Mayo must be a quiet adventure after the noise of Jersey City. In her letters, Bridget told how the boys enjoyed the countryside. Free of the worry which saddled his own youth, they roamed and explored the land. Now, they returned to America on the greatest ship ever built, the Titanic! They would be home by week’s end.
Yes, America had been good to him. He was blessed.
“Thomas? Is Thomas Kenny here?” Hearing the shout of his name, he turned to face the crew leader.
“Have you heard the news, Thomas? Have you heard about Titanic?”
“What of it? Bridget and the boys are on it. What news?”
His knees buckled as he learned its fate. The Titanic set sail from Queenstown, Ireland, on April 12, 1912 with 2,228 people aboard. It hit an iceberg the evening of April 14th. Less than three hours later, the Titanic sunk in the frigid Atlantic Ocean with few survivors. His wife and sons held tickets for third class steerage. Did they survive?
Thomas Kenny spent the next days and nights on the docks of New York. He never returned home, not even for sleep.
Each morning, he hunted the passenger lists for his family. New names were added daily. His family was not on the list of the living, nor were they on the list of the dead.
Each night, Thomas slept on the ground by the docks. He had no blanket to battle the chill, but would not leave to find one. On April 18th, 1912, he watched the passengers of the Carpathia disembark. It carried the Titanic’s survivors. Through the dark and rain, he searched every face. His family was not among them.
Two days later, heartbroken and exhausted, Thomas Kenny boarded the train to Jersey City. The bumps and jerks of the train ride matched the ache in his heart. His family was gone. He would plan their funerals.
Walking up the sidewalk to his home, his stomach growled at the memory of Bridget’s stew. Its aroma filled the air like sadness filled his heart. Then he heard the clang of pans and James yelling at Johnny. Thomas’ heart raced at the noise of life. He flung open the kitchen door. Bridget chopped carrots and Johnny hid in her skirt. James grabbed for the baseball in Johnny’s hand.
His eyes met Bridget’s. She smiled and he fainted.
“Wake up, Thomas, wake up.” Bridget Kenny’s voice floated in and out.
Johnny tugged at his arm and James lifted his head into a lap pillow. His eyes focused on the family he knew was lost.
“How did you survive the sinking? I was on the docks. I waited. You were not on the Carpathia.”
“No, and we weren’t on the Titanic, either,” Bridget said.
Rose loomed over him with a smile. “I’ve left Ireland! By the time I decided to come to America, there were no more tickets on the Titanic. We arrived at the Queenstown harbor late. Titanic was full.”
“Thomas, I tried to send her on the ship with James.” Bridget’s eyes filled with tears.
“But I was not to be crossing the Atlantic Ocean with an eight year old. We sailed the SS Celtic the next day.”
For James, the sting of his aunt’s refusal was still fresh. “But I knew my way home. I could have gotten us from the docks to the house!”
“Son, it’s good and well your Aunt Rose didn’t know it.” Thomas Kenny cuffed his older son’s head. “You are alive. Thank the Good Lord. My family is alive.”
Note from Mrs. Kistler
This story was told to me by James Kenny, my great uncle. My family is from County Mayo in Ireland. There were fourteen passengers from County Mayo on the Titanic. They are known as the Adergoole Fourteen. As Irish emigrants with little money, they booked passage in third class, or steerage. Only three of the Adergoole Fourteen survived the sinking.
Why did so many perish? The Titanic carried 20 lifeboats, enough to save 1,060 lives. There were 2,228 passengers aboard. This was in compliance with maritime law of the day. During the crisis, priority for space on lifeboats was given to women and children of first class. Of Titanic’s 703 steerage passengers, only 178 survived. Their deaths exposed an ugly truth of class society, and never again would position and status rule the safety of passengers on ocean liners. Today, ships are required to carry enough lifeboats for everyone aboard. This is Titanic’s true legacy.
My Great Uncle Jimmy was eight year old James. My grandfather, his younger brother, John. I loved hearing him tell this story, but it was only after James Cameron’s Titanic exploded onto screens that I understood it.
My Great Uncle Jimmy gifted me with an appreciation for family and heritage. I love my family, but especially all my Kenny cousins. (And there are a lot of us, thank you, Aunt Rose!)
Indeed, our family tree had the luck of the Irish with us that day. But my Uncle Jimmy? He remained offended into his eighties by his aunt’s refusal to board the Titanic with him. He continued to argue his case to his grandchildren and grand nieces and nephews.
But our family story does make me wonder. How often are we one choice away from losing it all? Or, as my cousin Michelle pondered, “If just one person zigged, instead of zagged…?”
What is your important family story?
What is precious in your life?
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This post was written by Alexis and Molly and the video is by Ethan J. edited by Jackie
Mrs. Kistler’s class recently has gotten a new class pet a Red Slider Turtle! We have visited two classes to teach about our turtle first we went to Mrs. Saenz’s classroom to tell them about the turtle these are some facts that we learned from Mrs. Saenz class: the tail can tell you if it is male or female, an eagle will use a rock to smash a turtle shell to get the meat in the body, and a turtle has a waterproof layer in the eye.With Mrs.Bellamy’s class we raced our two turtles Noodle and Mr. Swims-a-lot first Noodle was winning then Mr. Swims a Lot came out of his shell and Noodle went in his shell and victory for Mr. Swims-a-lot,but this was only the first round we had a rematch but we would be quiet we were loud the first time.We were quiet and the results were the same, but they switched results. That was only the fresh water turtles now we are sharing about sea turtles. Sea turtles are mostly swimming in the waters of Mexico and Texas. There are seven sea turtles and all are in danger the most in danger is the KEMPS RIDLEY they are being caught in fishers nets and they are also catching other marine animals. Also the LEATHER BACK turtle is dying because of long line fishing and the natural dangers in their environment.The LEATHER BACK turtle is the most unique because the shell is it does not have a hard shell that the other turtles have. They have a leather like material on their shell. The thing that is amazing about sea turtles is that for hundreds of years a family of turtles come home to there place of birth and nest the same beach is the same place that the whole turtle family nests for thousands of years even their prehistoric ancestors who swam in the sea while dinosaurs walked the earth. If we lose sea turtles we will lose a beautiful and fascinating part of our world. Just as we are figuring out their mystery their numbers are going quickly. Please write to Rick Perry to increase the use of TEDs The Turtle Exclusion Devise please save the sea turtles that swim the gulf. So that was our class turtle post. Comment this post and visit the student blogs on the right hand side you will see our names under student blogs.
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Learn along with us!
Polyhedron: 3D shape with flat edges, vertices and faces.
Non-Polyhedron: 3D shape with curved surfaces.
We are studying 3D shapes and the best way to
understand them is to build them, so we did!
While watching the video, you can learn along with us:
Write down the name of the shape and freeze the video to count the edges, vertices and faces.
Then listen to our conversation to check your answers!
Which polyhedron was your favorite?
What is the difference between a face, edge and vertice?
Can you name famous buildings in your city or
country and share their 3D shape with us?
Have you ever drifted away into the details of a story?
Well, it’s time to drift away into the main idea! Follow along and we will tell you about the fascinating world of the main idea.
A main idea must have details. The tiny details are part of the main idea.
Think of a purse as the main idea.
What would you find inside?
These are the details.
Take a look at the first picture. These items were all in Mrs. Kistler’s purse!
If purse is our main idea, which details do not belong?
Which details do belong?
Take a look at the second picture. These are the items Mrs. Kistler’s students decided to remove from her purse. Some items belonged in a different location, but some were really just trash! Seriously, did you spot the cheese?
As a reader, it’s important to identify the main idea in your reading. What is the story about? This is the main idea. Which details support your thinking? These are the details.
As a writer, it’s important to write to a central idea. This central idea becomes your reader’s main idea. All sentences you write need to earn their spot in your writing. Does every sentence support your central idea? Are they earning their spot? These become details for your reader.
How do you use main idea and details when you read?
Should Mrs. Kistler clean her purse more often?!
How is your bedroom organized like a main idea and details?
This post was written by Sydney, a 49′er. Great job, Sydney!Reading, Writing | Comments (8)