~When I told the boys we were going to work as a pioneer family the look they gave me was, "are you mad?" I had to do quite a bit of fancy talking to convince them that this was going to be a good experience. In the end, I don't think they really dreaded any of the work. When we made the butter or hand-cranked ice cream, they were literally fighting over each other to start the process. (Of course, after several turns, I had to intervene and take some turns).
~The boys made some yarn projects when we needed to get out of the sun. Both boys made yarn dolls and wanted to make more and more and more. We sat on the floor of an old cheese factory, which was spotless and still retained all of the original cheese making apparatuses. I think we could have eaton off of the floor it was so clean.
~One of Z. and N.'s favorite activities was (drum roll)....rug beating. And boy was that rug dirty! I guess it is a way to take out any extra energy or aggression for the day.
~N. really celebrated all the mechanical mammoth machines (what a mouthful) in the print shop. We went into town, and spent some time in the blacksmith shop, print shop, and fire house. After spending some time in the print shop, I think that those newspaper fellows of the 1800's really were creative souls--designing the news really took some visual artistry. N. ran around with his camera snapping all kinds of crazy angles of the machines and such.
~If lunchtime allowed, the boys quickly finished in time to play croquet. I hadn't handled a croquet mallet since I was in my youth. It was a treat to share such a fun game with my sons. We have since dusted off some vintage croquet mallets and have been playing at dusk.
~As you can se, all truly enjoyed the pioneer experience.