Family Traits - Exercising an Interest
On the margin of this blog is a favorite quotation of mine
by the early American artist Benjamin West (1738-1820).
A kiss from my mother made me a painter.
When I came across it my soul was warmed. I guess that’s what it means
to find an idea, “touching.” It was then that I decided to work this quote into
my talk “The Gentle Art of Learning.”
Later I placed it in the margin here.This spring I thoroughly enjoyed reading the children book, Benjamin West and His Cat Grimalkin. One by one my children read it silently, during our home school years, which had left me out of the loop. With this said, I’ll share a coincidence. While recently reading some pages by Miss Charlotte Mason, lo and behold I met with a reference that popped off the page. Miss Mason references the above quote taking for granted that Benjamin West was common knowledge. (He served as president of the Royal Academy in London.) Anyway, in previous years the reference made no connection.
Miss Mason refers to Benjamin West’s boyhood to illustrate what she calls
“the duty of cherishing certain Family Traits.”
“The duteous father and mother . . . who discern any lovely family trait, in one of their children, set themselves to nourish and cherish it as a gardener peaches he means to show. We know how, ‘that kiss made me a painter,’ that is, warmed into life whatever art faculty the child had. The choicer the plant, the gardener tells us, the greater the pains must he take with the rearing of it.” Parents and Children, page 76.
In the home school a child is not bogged down by a weighty back-pack of
late afternoon homework and neither are we bogged down by seeing he does it.
Even the time it takes to travel back and forth to school can be used to better
advantage. I remember our bird watching from a back window while the children
of the neighborhood waited for the school bus in view of a front window. It occurred to me then that before these
neighborhood children crossed the threshold of the gigantic school, my children
were already starting on their third lesson of the morning sitting around the
kitchen table, on the comfy sofa, or at a desk. Much later, when the same
neighborhood children got off the bus, my own children had already spent a
couple hours with less formal activities such as drawing, origami, paper dolls,
a back yard romp, roller skating, practicing their musical instrument, digging
in the garden, listening to an audio story on a rainy day - girls voluntarily
opening the pages of literature - in our son’s case a science magazine.
In his junior high years our son took a fencing class that began before
school was let out. The fencing instructor had so many home taught boys
attending from miles around that he could schedule it thus. He had a special
rapport with them. In earnest the boys threw themselves into their fencing
practice.
The same early afternoon hours well suited our daughter’s cello teacher (who was supposed to be retired) who taught most of his students after school hours. He told me that the home taught children were his best students. They were the most enjoyable to teach. (How can I resist relaying his compliment?) Could this be because the home taught child has a parent with the energy to be more consistently attentive at hearing a daily practice – also accomplished earlier in the afternoon? Could it be that these same children, who have no after-hours homework, could give their practice better focus? And could it also be that the home taught child shows respect and nice manners to their teacher with an alert sense of humor that reacts to the teacher’s ice breaker greeting? Based on our experience and my chats with other moms, I say yes.
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| Grandson at the farm park |
Family Traits cherished during
childhood will often become those gifts and talents that are used in adulthood
for recreation, ministry, or earning a living. Charlotte Mason wants us to make
sure our students have some free time to play around with an interest and the
power to pursue it. It may take some years before a Family Trait will emerge but
we keep our eyes open for one along with opportunities for developing it.
Discussion is invited.
Benjamin West and his cat Grimalkin by Margaret Henry
Book Review by Karen Andreola
When I read the name under an oil
portrait in the Brandywine Museum and saw it was Benjamin West it was a
pleasant surprise. I stood and gazed at it with goose bumps. Knowing something
about this early American artist made me feel a connection to history.
I was there in that big low-ceilinged kitchen at Door Latch Inn in the
18th century, where travelers could lift the latch at night, help
themselves to food set out for them, warm themselves by the fire and set off
again. I was there in my imagination, in the wilds of Chester County,
Pennsylvania, that is, while reading the children’s story, Benjamin West
and his cat Grimalkin.
Margaret Henry has the writing ability to take her reader’s there. Most often travelers would join the West family at the long table set for thirty people sometimes. Their evening meals were lit by firelight and cooked by Mrs. West on the wide open hearth with the food from the West’s own farm. Benjamin is the youngest of the ten West children. It is a peek into his boyhood that we are given.
Margaret Henry has the writing ability to take her reader’s there. Most often travelers would join the West family at the long table set for thirty people sometimes. Their evening meals were lit by firelight and cooked by Mrs. West on the wide open hearth with the food from the West’s own farm. Benjamin is the youngest of the ten West children. It is a peek into his boyhood that we are given.
Never having seen a picture – because in a Quaker household pictures were “unnecessary,” the idea somehow popped into Benjamin’s head to draw one. His baby niece Sally was sleeping in her cradle and Benjamin was stuck indoors bored on a beautiful day, baby-sitting. He picked up his father’s pen and made his first picture - a sketch of Sally.
Subsequently, his urge to draw was strong. He soon began to draw “on anything that would hold a pen stroke or a smudge of charcoal.” He would draw when all his many chores were done. Yet, if he had any little time leftover his father seemed to come up with yet another chore for Benjamin, and drawing was put off. You see, in the West family everyone had a part to play in the workings of the farm and Inn. Among these modest Quakers, family love, tenderness, togetherness and hard work seemed all rolled up in one daily act of worship.
There is suspense and humor in the story. Benjamin’s cat Grimalkin is
not a barn cat. It keeps him company everywhere he goes. When Benjamin learns
from neighboring Indians how to add color to his pictures with clay from the
earth, his mother also gives him some of her wool dyes, such as Indigo. But
what would Papa say? “While Papa was a man of few words, each one counted.” It
was only a matter of time before Papa found out why Grimalkin had so many tuffs
of hair missing. No, Grimalkin wasn’t ill. To apply color to his pictures
Benjamin had been using the hair on his cat’s tail to make “hair pencils.” When
a hair pencil wore out, he’d make another and another. Papa said, “No more”
when he found out about the use of Grimalkin’s hair. But out of character with
the usual Quaker inclinations, Papa did
allow Benjamin to continue making pictures when he saw his son’s talent. What
joy, and what joy when a box arrives from Benjamin’s uncle with art supplies
from Philadelphia and a real paintbrush. There’s nothing quite like enthusiasm
and the door of opportunity.
Enthusiasm is one of the qualities that make this story as bright as a
blue sky over a Pennsylvania pumpkin patch, as flavorful as the scrapple from
Mom’s skillet. The illustrations by Wesley Dennis show lively action and lively
expressions.
The plot carries the reader along. It reveals how God blessed Benjamin
West with talent. His talent shows itself through the focused effort and
practice that match his desire. This is a principle that we can each apply to
our lives.
Many of the sentences are short. And although the story has Quaker “thees and thous” it would make a good chapter book for a second, third or fourth grade reader or an interesting read-aloud for a range of ages to enjoy at once.
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| A grandson with his cat |
I wrote this in-depth review for a parent’s knowledge. It would be a bit of a “spoiler” for the child.
Talking to my adult children recently I discovered that each of them
fondly remembers reading Benjamin West and his cat Grimalkin – and that was long before we had moved to Pennsylvania.
The book title is a link to Rainbow Resource Center.
Thanks for visiting,
Karen Andreola
