Trivium Pursuit

Special offer from Trivium Pursuit this week — seven free books

December 11th, 2019

This week we are offering seven free Trivium Pursuit books if you invest in a Young Living Essential Oils Starter Kit. The kit costs $165 and includes:

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Choose your seven Trivium Pursuit books from this list:

Ancient History from Primary Sources: A Literary Timeline
Teaching the Trivium: Christian Homeschooling in a Classical Style
Handy English Encoder Decoder
A Greek Alphabetarion: A Primer for Teaching How to Read, Write & Pronounce Ancient & Biblical Greek
A Greek Hupogrammon: A Beginner’s Copybook for the Greek Alphabet with Pronunciations
What Do You See? A Child’s First Introduction to Art, Volume One, Two, and Three
Little Bitty Baby Learns Hebrew
Ancient Literature — 6 Volumes
Bless the Lord: The 103rd Psalm
Little Bitty Baby Learn Greek
My Mommy, My Teacher
The Lord Builds the House: The 127th Psalm

Cover Bless the Lord7

Ancient History from Primary Sources - Cover - Color - 1

Alphabetarion for kindle

Go here for details.

U.S. addresses only, please, to receive the seven free books.


God and my soul possess each other

December 11th, 2019

Archibald Brown
This God Is Our God

The LORD’s portion is His people. Deuteronomy 32:9

The LORD is my portion, says my soul, therefore I hope in Him. Lamentations 3:24

The above two passages of Scripture ought never to be separated.

God and my soul possess each other.
God finds his portion in His people and His people find their portion in God.

This God is mine, in all His glorious perfection.
His heart is mine, for He loves me.
His ear is mine, for I may pour into it all my tales of sorrow, and all my songs of joy.
His eyes are mine, for they watch me from morning until night.
His hand is mine, for it is stretched out to uphold me.

Oh, He is a God of infinite glory. Abased in the very dust and half bewildered by the thought, I yet dare to look up and say, This God is my God forever and ever. He will be my guide even unto death.


Don’t watch this video — it’s just two old people talking

December 11th, 2019

Don’t watch this video. It’s just two old people talking.


What truly matters is not which party controls our government, but whether our government is controlled by the people

December 10th, 2019

“For too long, a small group in our nation’s capitol has reaped the rewards of government while the people have borne the cost. Washington flourished, but the people did not share in its wealth. Politicians prospered, but the jobs left and the factories closed. The establishment protected itself, but not the citizens of our country. Their victories have not been your victories. Their triumphs have not been your triumphs. And while they celebrated in our nation’s capitol, there was little to celebrate for struggling families all across our land. That all changes starting right here and right now because this moment is your moment, it belongs to you. What truly matters is not which party controls our government, but whether our government is controlled by the people.” — Donald J. Trump, Inaugural Address, January 20, 2017

Trump Quote


Fun and Frosty Freebie

November 29th, 2019

Snowman Pack Graphic

Here’s a brand new and super cute resource from All About Learning Press.

Introducing the Snowman Pack!

What’s in the Snowman Pack?

This snowman-themed reading and spelling activity bundle includes:

–Snowman ABCs: a great way for preschoolers to gain pre-reading and beginning reading and spelling skills.
–Rhyming Snowmen: help the snowmen match pairs of rhyming words from All About Reading Levels 1-4.
–Snowman Word Search: practice reading and spelling skills with words from All About Spelling Levels 1-7.
–Build a Snowman: build your own “paper doll” snowman by mixing and matching snowman accessories.
–Enjoy a yummy Snowman Snack.
–Read a few Snowman Picture Books from our Library List.

All of these activities correlate with All About Reading and All About Spelling, but they can easily be used with any curriculum.


The First Thanksgiving

November 28th, 2019

Happy Thanksgiving! Take this day to be thankful for friends and family and don’t forget the first Thanksgiving only happened when the pilgrims rejected socialism. –Rand Paul

Happy Thanksgiving


John G. Paton — departure for Glasgow to begin his missionary internship

November 28th, 2019

This is strength

Taken from John G. Paton: The Autobiography of the Pioneer Missionary to the New Hebrides, an autobiography edited by James Paton. This passage describes John’s departure for Glasgow to begin his missionary internship.

My dear father walked with me the first six miles of the way. His counsels and tears and heavenly conversation on the parting journey are as fresh in my heart as if it had been but yesterday. Tears are on my cheeks as freely now as then whenever memory steals me away to the scene. For the last half mile or so we walked on together in almost unbroken silence, my father, as was often his custom, carrying hat in hand while his long flowing yellow hair — then yellow, but in later years white as snow — streamed like a girl’s down his shoulders. His lips kept moving in silent prayers for me and his tears fell fast when our eyes met each other with looks for which all speech was vain. We halted upon reaching the appointed parting place. He grasped my hand firmly for a minute in silence and then solemnly and affectionately said, “God bless you my son. Your father’s God prosper you and keep you from all evil.” Unable to say more, his lips kept moving in silent prayer. In tears we embraced and parted.

I ran off as fast as I could and when about to turn a corner in the road where he would lose sight of me, I looked back and saw him still standing with his head uncovered where I had left him, gazing after me. Waving my hat in adieu, I was around the corner and out of sight in an instant, but my heart was too full and sore to carry me further, so I darted into the side of the road and wept for a time. Then rising up cautiously, I climbed the dike to see if he yet stood where I left him, and just at that moment I caught a glimpse of him climbing the dike and looking out for me. He did not see me and after he had gazed eagerly in my direction for a while he got down, set his face toward home and began to return. His head still uncovered and his heart, I felt sure, still rising in prayers for me.

I watched through blinding tears till his form faded from my gaze and then hastening on my way, vowed deeply and oft by the help of God to live and act so as to never grieve or dishonor such a father and mother as He had given me. The appearance of my father when we parted, his advice, prayers and tears, the road, the dike, the climbing up on it and walking away head uncovered, have often, often, all through life risen vividly before my mind… The scene, not only helped by God’s grace to keep me pure from the prevailing sins, but also stimulated me in all my studies that I might not fall short of his hopes, and in all my Christian duties that I might faithfully follow his shining example.

John Gibson Paton (24 May 1824 – 28 January 1907) was born at Braehead, Kirkmahoe, Dumfriesshire, Scotland, and was the oldest of the eleven children of James Paton, a peasant stocking-maker, and Janet Jardine Rogerson. Both parents were of the Reformed Presbyterian Church of Scotland. John learned from his youth that prayer was to be involved in every part of life. Before John or his siblings were ever punished for an act of disobedience, his father first got on his knees and prayed. This taught them the importance of inviting God into every area of life.

“How much my father’s prayers at this time impressed me I can never explain, nor could any stranger understand. When, on his knees and all of us kneeling around him in Family Worship, he poured out his whole soul with tears for the conversion of the Heathen world to the service of Jesus, and for every personal and domestic need, we all felt as if in the presence of the living Savior, and learned to know and love him as our Divine friend.”

John was a Christian missionary to the cannibals on the New Hebrides Islands of the South Seas. His life was filled with many trials — his first wife and their child soon died after their arrival on the island of Tanna, and Paton had to flee for his life almost on a daily basis from the natives.

Working among the cannibals

John helped treat the Aniwans with proper medicine for their illnesses and dug a well in the middle of the island so that the people could have fresh water.

John Paton lived to be eighty-three, and the Lord’s promise never failed him.



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Children’s books in words of one syllable

November 25th, 2019

We have listed here books for young readers — books which consist of words of one syllable. These books would be ideal for the beginning reader.

Nursery Lessons in Words of One Syllable




Alice in Wonderland Retold in Words of One Syllable
by J.C. Gorgam


History of England in Words of One Syllable
by Helen W. Pierson


The Life of George Washington in Words of One Syllable
by Josephine Pollard


Lives of the Presidents Told in Words of One Syllable
by Jean S. Remy


The Pilgrim’s Progress in Words of One Syllable
by Lucy Aikin and John Bunyan


Robinson Crusoe in Words of One Syllable
by Daniel Defoe


Swiss Family Robinson in Words of One Syllable
by Lucy Aikin and Johann David Wyss


The History of the United States Told in One Syllable Words
by Josephine Pollard



Aesop’s Fables in Words of One Syllable



Heroes of History in Words of One Syllable
by Agnes Sadlier


The Man’s Boot and Other Tales, or, Fabulous Truths in Words of One Syllable
illustrated by Harrison Weir


Black Beauty Retold in Words of One Syllable
by Mrs. J. C. Gotham


History of Ireland in Words of One Syllable
by Agnes Sadier


Evenings at Home in Words of One Syllable
by Lucy Aikin


History of France in Words of One Syllable
by Helen W. Pierson


History of Russia in Words of One Syllable
by Helen Ainslie Smith


The Life of Abraham Lincoln for Young People Told in Words of One Syllable
by Harriet Putnam



Our Naval Heroes in Words of Easy Syllables
by Josephine Pollard



Recommended — Academic Basics Course

November 24th, 2019

Some years ago, Gary North developed a course on preparing for high school and college by learning how to study — Academic Basics Course (ABC). This course has been available only to Ron Paul Curriculum families since 2013.  ABC is recommended for any student age twelve and up, adults included.

Even if you are already in high school, college, or are a graduate and working, you need this course. If you do everything he says, you are on track to do well in high school, college, and life. I wrote a short review of the Academic Basics Course here. You could think of this course as an academic life preserver.

This week, Dr. North decided to make his 46-lesson course available to all students.

He said this:

“It is my hope that students everywhere can improve their performance by following my guidelines. But I think my techniques work best for homeschoolers.”

Your children can access his course here. (affiliate links)


Big Little Man — It’s never too early to begin teaching children things

November 22nd, 2019


Big Little Man

by Amanda Haumesser Wallace

It’s never too early to begin teaching children things, regardless their age. Even before the little ones are walking, Doug and I are including them in our everyday activities — not ALL the time because we’d lose our sanity from the often endless questions and statements, but we involve them enough. I’ll set them on top of the Hoosier while I’m mixing up a meal or washing dishes, or I’ll have them outside helping with one of my building projects, laundry, gardening and so forth. Doug is the same way. He’s got them out there helping him with firewood, tinkering on one thing or the next, and will often have one or several little helpers sitting next to him as he’s working on a vehicle. As a habit, Doug explains things to the kids even when they’re not entirely capable of talking in full sentences yet. He’s telling them the names of tools and what they’re used for and showing them parts of the vehicle and its function as he goes. Most times the little helper is toying with random tools and scraps of wood, but you wonder just how much they’re actually learning or understanding. At first I thought giving them all that info was a bit too premature, but now I’m not so sure.

Will, our five-year-old is almost always right there in the mess of things when Doug is working on the ol’ Durango. So often, he’s running into the house to fetch a tool for Papa and is telling me the names of what he’s looking for. Half the time I don’t even know, so as I’m rummaging through the tool chest with him, I’ll pull out one tool or the next to hand him hoping it’s the right one. But most times he tells me that’s not what he’s after. Finally he’ll spy it and take off with glee.

I will admit, him learning the names and functions of the tools at only five-years-old is impressive, but I had my doubts that he was fully understanding how things worked on a vehicle and how to fix them.

With sumac and elderberry season in full swing, I’m going out every other day to harvest. I’ll usually take a child or two with me to help, so this time I had Will and Sam. About seven miles down the gravel road I started to hear something that sounded like metal grinding on metal on one of our back tires. I’d been hearing that sound on occasions before while I was out, but it would eventually disappear. This time however it wasn’t. I was driving pretty slow in order to spot berries, so I figured I wasn’t causing too much damage. But the sound was unnerving. It sounded like our brake shoes were crumbling into little bits.

Will stuck his head out the window to listen, then stated, “Sounds like there’s a rock between the tire.” He sounded so matter-of-fact, I had to smile. “Sure hope that’s all it is,” I replied.

At the next big patch of sumac we came to along the road, I hopped out with my bucket to pick but Will eagerly got down on his hands and knees to examine the tire. Within a few minutes he shouted, “I found the problem! There’s rocks between the wheel.”

Again, I had to smile. He sure was being cute even though I was thinking how ironic it’d be if it actually did turn out to be the very problem he’d said it might have been. He wanted me to come take a look, but I was in a thicket so I told him he’d have to wait until I came out to dump my bucket.

By the time I did, I’d already forgotten about it until Will excitedly reminded me after I’d emptied my load. I got down and he pointed to a gap in the wheel. Sure enough! There were several irregular, small pieces of gravel in there that were rolling about as we’d drive and were getting crunched between the tire rim and the brake drum. Most of them were loose, but there were a few that were still wedged between the metal. I still had my kitchen scissors that I’d been using to cut sumac, so I stuck them in and hammered at the rocks. They came free easily but I couldn’t get them completely out of the gap. I couldn’t push them out the back so they had to be taken out from the front, but I couldn’t get them to slide forward.

As I mumbled about what I was wanting to achieve, Will intelligently suggested I use the blades of the scissors to grab the rocks and pull them out. I tell you, by the time the task was done, I was feeling rather dimwitted having a five-year-old guide me through the whole thing. But I sure was proud of him though. When we arrived back home, Doug was out chopping firewood and as soon as Will saw him while we drove past, he was shouting out the window with great enthusiasm how he’d fixed the rig.

So now I’m pretty certain that instructing children at an incredibly young age is beneficial and not at all a waste of time and effort. There’s no reason why fathers need to wait to teach their sons how to work on a vehicle until they’re teenagers. Or on anything for that matter. And that goes for us mothers as well. My mom started me so young in the kitchen that I don’t even remember learning it. I was making biscuits while having to stand on an old milk crate in order to roll the dough out. I think it’s so much easier that way and you can be so much more ahead of the game learning something before you can even recall the lessons.

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