This week, when Oscar and I were out and about I came across a tatty box of Ladybird Key Words Reading Scheme Flash Cards from when I were a wee nipper. Those of you who go back that far with me into the mists of time may remember the bourgeois upper middle class delights of Peter and Jane and their pedigree, red setter, Pat, frisking off into an endless sunset of Mary Janes, cardigans buttoned up to eleven, and shopping with mother, stopping only to chat with the local Bobby on the beat:
I loved them, so I bought them. And ever since I have been wondering what to do with them, other than the blindingly obvious, i.e. teaching Oscar to read.
I wanted to show them to you and I wasn’t sure how best to do it.
Today I was mucking around with the scanner and made some flash card posters, which amused me. I shall show you:
and:
Which is like an illiterate anonymous letter to a farmer from a ‘Well Wisher’
and:
Which every man should read and inwardly digest.
Finally there is:
Which is so true it can hardly be called fiction.
I recommend it. It’s a great way to waste several hours of your time and has twice stopped me going to the chip shop/reaching for gin/thinking about where I can buy smack on a Friday afternoon before the school run.
Happy days.
I would like a rabbit that makes cakes (reminds me of the old ocado adverts about wanting a hamster that eats brussels). It looks like the magnetic poetry you can get for fridges. My husband used to put some wonderful things on there – I remember somthing about giant chocolate women, the rest have faded from my faltering memory now. I had to clear it all off when I killed the old freezer (by accident) but think I might dig it out tonight and have a play. It’ll be more fun than hoovering.
Splendid work Katyboo. Those books were in use when I was at college for my never finished teaching course many moons ago.
but you see how there is great potential for pleasure in the home educating lifestyle! tomorrow’s lesson would be to put it all into practice and call it maths.
Alienne
It made me think of that too. I had to take ours off the fridge because Oscar used to try and chew it.
Sharon
I am madly in love with them, despite their dreadful politics and gender stereotyping.
Grit
That sounds like something we might be able to do at half term.