We are Paramore!

Leigh and I bought ticket to go to the Paramore concert. For those of you who don't know who the band Paramore is, they are a rock back that has a female lead singer. When I was in New Zealand they were huge there and apparently England really loves them too! On our way to the concert we found out from a fellow concert goer that B.O.B. was also going to be there. We found this hilarious because while in Chicago for orientation, Isaac Shue sang this song about a million times. Enough to get it into our heads for every minute of everyday. This is why I would claim it as our theme song of the year... and we heard it live... in England!

GOOD MORNING! GOOD MORNING!

1/2 of Miss Bennett's year 6 class.

This past Wednesday, Leigh and I went on a field trip with a different year 6 class.  We went to Saltaire a town that was founded by Sir Titus Salt in the 1850's. You could argue whether Sir Titus Salt was a good honorable man, or if he had very selfish motives. He moved his whole wool  mill operation outside of Bradford and created a village for his workers to live. These homes were much nicer than the slums they had been living in, but by doing this and creating a village for his workers it also controlled their every move. Even whether they were able to hang their laundry out to dry. He had between 3000 and 4000 workers living in Saltaire. The positive thing he did though was build extra things for his workers, like a school, hospital, library, and concert hall. Overall it provided a better living situation as long as the people were willing to forfeit some of their freedoms.

A view of part of the mill and the canal.

Year 6 has also been spending a lot of time this year studying canals and narrow boats. On this trip they had the opportunity to walk alongside the canal and even see a lock and a swing bridge. They even got a good peek into a narrow boat as we walked by one. I felt sorry for the people inside the boat because all the kids were peering at. We told them not to stare, but it's hard for kids to NOT stare sometimes. 

Goooood Moorrning!!!!

 My favorite memory of this trip was while we were walking in our twos, someone walked by us and Miss Bennett said "Good Morning". The kids asked her if she knew that person and she said no. She then explained that unlike the city, when you are out in the country people are friendly to each other and greet each other because there are less people. The next 20 people that passed us, whether they were runner, bikers or people walking their dogs, they were greeted by 20 kids screaming "Good Morning". They weren't even doing it sarcastically, they were actually excited to get the opportunity to greet people. The best part was as we were walking on a ridge we looked down and saw old men playing lawn bowling or something like that. Miss Bennett stopped them to explain what they were doing and afterward the kids seriously started screaming, "GOOD MORNING" because they were a ways away.

This was our tour guide who was the minister in the 1850's.

Another activity that the kids participated in was they all got a bookmark with a persons name on it that lived in Saltaire in the 1800's. It said their job and house number and who they were married to and how many kids they had. The kids got to see where they would have lived and how they would have lived. Our tour guides were really good and had a lot of fun playing their character with the kids. It was fun to see them squirm about who they were married to. I didn't see my husband all day because he was hiding from me. I also had 3 of my 8 kids with me that day. Overall it was a really fun and interesting day. The only downside was that it was freezing cold and we were out in it for most of the day.

Karen Bennett

Leigh

Me being a big kid!

Black is Back...

Black is Back, or maybe it never left England...

Black is my new favorite color. Excuse, me… favoUrite coloUr.  Ask any of my friends in the States. I am a brown girl through and through. I normally seek out brown things, and I would have never thought of buying black boots, or even wearing as much black as I do. Almost everything that I have accumulated here is one colour… black. And I am learning to love it.

Admittedly, I am not the most fashion involved person, and most of the time I haven’t the care in the world what others think of my clothes, but as this year goes on I am trying to step it up a bit.  I actually love the fashion here in England because it reminds me of my years in art school, anything goes! Leggings, tights, flats, and of course boots are huge here. Leggings are worn as pants, and layers are a must. They are very talented here layering their clothes. Most things here are black or shades of gray. After a ridiculously brass, wet winter day like today, it makes me wonder if this is the norm because of the weather.  I would have to take a guess and say, yes.

Now, it could be because their washing machines seem to turn bright colours and whites, gray; a greenish gray to be fair. I think it is easier to start at a gray colour that way you don’t have the frustration that we are finding ourselves in.  Either way, black is the in thing and I am finding myself enjoying it.

My closet = The back of my door...

I have been getting creative because my room is so small that I have converted the back of my door into a “closet”. Be prepare to be impressed…

The contents of my “closet” are:

3 sweatshirts,
2 pair dress pants,
2 dress shirts,
6 scarves,
my trash bag,
my laundry bag,
2 purses,
2 pair of boots,
my art bag,
and….1 hat

Happy Guy Fawkes Day! & Happy Diwali!

Remember, Remember the 5th of November. 

Over the past few weeks I have been learning about a couple of holidays that are celebrated in this great country. The first one is called Guy Fawkes day. On the 5th of November in 1605, a catholic man was unhappy with the failure of the King James to grant more religious tolerance to the Catholics, because his mother was Catholic. Guy Fawkes plotted with four other men to blow up parliament. The plot went wrong when one of the men wrote to a cousin not to go to parliament and Guy Fawkes was caught by soldiers with the barrels of gun powder in a cellar under parliament. He had his head chopped off and put on Tower Bridge for all to see.
The following year, King James made the 5th of November a day of public thanksgiving, and it has been recognized since then.

If you look closely you can see the "Guy".

This holiday almost makes me laugh nowadays, because so many people participate in it, but when you think about what you are celebrating, it becomes a little morbid. I've learn the traditions that the teachers that I work with did as children and it make me chuckle. As children, the would make a "guy" out of newspaper, paper mache, and old clothes, and wheels him door to door saying "penny for the guy?" collecting money to then use on fireworks. Later, they would burn their effigies on the giant bonfire they made.

At biggest, it was 6 or more stories or so.

Nowadays, there are less effigies being burned on bonfires, but lots of random raging fires on the side of the road and firework literally EVERYWHERE! As we walked around Bradford last night, I realized that the fire department has got to HATE this holiday. When we walked to the grocery store we passed 3 huge, what I would call raging, out of control fires. At a closer look it was obvious that "Guy Fawkes Day" was actually a good excuse to burn your trash on the side of the street legally. For example we saw mattresses, old dressers, and pretty much random things that might just burn a bit. It suddenly made sense why we had been seeing piles of rubbish start accumulating over the past few weeks.

I went with June, (pronounced YOU-NA)

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This celebration and fireworks go on apparently all weekend, so last night we walked around Bradford and enjoyed the craziness going on there, and tonight we went to Bingley to enjoy a bonfire and lots of fireworks.  We really wanted to celebrate "right" so we had to find a bonfire that still burned an effigy because I just think that is messed up. I think that England was just in the need to have a holiday where people we allowed and expected to shoot off fireworks. We have the 4th of July, but if we didn't, I'm sure we would have made some other random event into a national holiday with fireworks.

fireworks followed, but still not as good as Peabody's 4th of July!

The fire only took about an hour to burn and die down to coals.

When I got home, fireworks were still going off in the neighborhood. This is taken from my front "lawn", which consists of rocks and a peace sign on weeds at the moment.

Sometimes service is...

The minister of St. Wildfrid's, Paul, called me up the other day and asked if I would be able to take pictures at a wedding the next day for a Russian couple. He was worried that they didn't have the finances to pay a photographer. I thought that sounded like a fun idea since I wasn't in school that day...Now, if only my camera decides to focus!
It was a neat experience for me. I have never been the actual wedding photographer and even though this was a low-key event, I still felt the pressure! The entire wedding party and attendees are in the picture above so it was a very small wedding. Most of the people there did not speak very good English at all, so communicating was a challenge. What's new? It was a luv-lay service, and I'm glad that I got to witness it.
I found the Anglican wedding service different than any wedding that I have gone to in the States. I don't know whether it was different because it was in England, or if it was because of it being an Anglican wedding. For instance, the bride and groom did not have a wedding party at all. They both sat at times or stood up in the front by themselves. I don't recall a "kiss" at the end to seal the deal. Because of this, I wasn't aware the wedding was over so fast. Also, there is not an organist or pianist or sound system at the church and so no music was played. Her brother walked her down the isle to the groom. It turned out to be super cute. I'll just say though, they were not a smiley bunch. I had to force a smile out of them most of the time! I'm excited to say that the first wedding I shot was for a Russian couple who didn't speak English in a beautiful Anglican Church. Yay!
Oh- and I almost got paid.accidentally! The groom asked me if he could pay me tomorrow when I gave him the pictures and I had to explain to him that I was just taking pictures for them for free because I wanted to help them. Great times...

Halloween

I'm hugging Jesus...kind of...

Halloween. I was really looking forward to this day. Derek and Lesley were going to take us out to the Dales. We have not been able to see the dales because every time we have a plan to see them, the weather doesn't cooperate. It's not even that is is raining, every time there is an intense fog that covers the land and we are not even able to see 100 feet in front of us. Bummer! Anyways, instead we went to Skipton and saw a castle. Our first one! It was really nice, but unfortunately it was really hard to enjoy it because both of my cameras broke literally 3 minutes apart from each other. I'm not even lying. I wish I could! Luckily I could use my big camera on manual focus and if it was zoomed all the way out it would be focused enough to take a picture. I have no pictures of the castle sadly.