We took lots of field trips, with an annual week-long hike down into the Grand Canyon or around Mesa Verde, or shorter trips to the
pool in Santa Fe or nearby parks.  Parents would occasionally demonstrate their skills in leather, pottery, and art. Some of the best of times were cloudy, rainy days when no one felt like either teaching or learning.

On those days we’d all flop down in the corner reading nook—thick carpets, hundreds of pillows—and we’d read aloud, sometimes all day.
We read the entire “Lord of the Rings,” “The Chronicles of Narnia,” C.S. Lewis, “Watership Down,” etc. The little kids would curl up on the laps of the bigger ones, or other teachers, or each other. It was magical with everyone listening to a common tale.

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