Posts Tagged ‘field trip’

Journey to the Cross Outdoor Easter Play

Saturday, March 31st, 2012

journey-to-the-cross“Journey to the Cross” is an outdoor Easter play that our family has attended for the last few years. You walk down a path representing the life of Jesus, especially the last week of His life. The Last Supper, the betrayal by Judas, the Garden of Gethsemane, the crucifixion, and the resurrection are all depicted as if it were really happening. The costumes and scenery are also well-done. We recorded it so that others could feel the experience:

Here Kitty, Kitty…

Thursday, April 28th, 2011


Do you wonder what it would be like to have an exotic animal as a pet? I always toyed with the idea of having a pet jaguar, my favorite animal. (I could keep it in the basement with any unruly children, you know.) Well, Cat Tales Zoo is full of large cats that used to be the pets of actual (eccentric) people. The tour guide tells you stories about each feline, how many people they’ve killed, and how they came to be in a zoo.


They start by showing you the smallest wild cats, and you think, “Oh, they couldn’t hurt a fly.” Come to find out they’ve killed people. But as I stood there with my children, listening to the tour guide, I thought to myself, “These don’t look like ferocious felines at all. They’re lazing about like they’re on sedatives. They can hardly bother to yawn at you.”

So the sign saying, “Don’t Run: You Look Like Food” seemed like overkill to me.


A lion with a big fluffy mane was sleeping in his outhouse. Yes, it smelled like an outhouse but was more like a broken-down shed. He couldn’t bother to say hello. Later on, however, when we were on our way to the gift shop, we saw the lion step out and make his debut. He lazily walked about and let the tour guide rub him under the chin. “A little to the left…” he seemed to be saying.


The food for the large cats is kept in food lockers. One of the lockers said, “Other Meat: Unattended Children.” The tour guide tried to convince us that no actual children were in the meat locker. You could almost hear her laughing diabolically behind the scenes as she went to feed the animals.


On the way out, I saw two bird feeders inside one of the enclosed areas with a large cat. I couldn’t help but feel sorry for the poor birdies. Fresh meat, you know. “Here, birdie, birdie… The big kitty won’t eat you…”



Fish Hatchery

Thursday, February 3rd, 2011


While studying underwater sea creatures, we decided to go on a tour of a local fish hatchery. When we arrived, a truck was being loaded with fish to dump into the local lakes. We saw a crane with a net filled with fish, dripping with excess water. The contents of the net were dumped into the main section of the truck, which was presumably filled with water.


We saw lots of cement containers filled with fish at different stages of growth. A tour guide even gave us a short lecture, pointing out the stages of a fish by showing us actual fish eggs at different stages of development.


As we were leaving, we saw a sign outside that showed a map of the fish hatchery. When we were driving away, I realized why people who go fishing need to pay for a fishing license. I thought fish were free, that they lived in lakes and rivers, and that if you were hungry, you could go catch a fish. I had no idea that expensive facilities provided the fish so that people could go fishing.


Hockey Game

Sunday, January 9th, 2011

Last night I was invited to a hockey game. A dear friend called me on the spur of the moment and said she had four free tickets. So I brought two of my sons. Last time I went to a hockey game, I was in charge of a rowdy group of Cub Scout boys, and we sat way up in the balcony. This time we were much closer to the game, so it was much more exciting. Hockey is a fast-paced game where one team tries to get the puck into the other team’s goal. It’s a pretty straightforward game.

The hockey players slide around on the ice so fast that it’s hard to take pictures. My boys were immediately engaged in the game, and they weren’t bored. (This is in contrast to the first time we went, when we were so high up that the hockey players looked like ants.) If you want your children to understand more about the game before you go, you can get an easy picture book out of the library to read to your kids.

The goalies looked like Transformer robots. They were so padded that they looked enormous, and their bodies looked angular. My friend pointed out the fact that they looked like they needed to go to the bathroom, because they were standing crooked.

During an intermission, I went out to buy popcorn. I know, this is totally foolish and a complete waste of money for tightwads like me. But you must understand that my husband told me when I was on my way out the door, “Don’t be afraid to buy a snack. It’s part of the experience.”

All I could say was, “Afraid?! That’s not the right word.”

“I’m just saying, don’t be afraid.” Those were my husband’s last words, so you see how I just had to buy a snack, just to prove him wrong. He just thinks I’m no fun, a stick-in-the-mud, because I don’t throw around money like there’s no tomorrow.

My friend and I had a great chat, and she made me laugh, which was exactly what I needed. She told fabulous stories full of adventure, and the fact that they were true stories about her own life made them more exciting. She turned her camera around and started taking pictures of herself. I thought she had fallen off her rocker, you know, gone coo-coo, and I was laughing so hard as I took pictures of myself, too. Then I realized that the reason she was taking backwards pictures was because there were some goofy people behind us who were giving us a thumbs up in our pictures. I laughed so hard – it’s been a long time since I’ve laughed that hard.

I looked at one of the laughing pictures, and I noticed that one of my eyes was shut. Back at home when I was entertaining my husband with the goofy pictures I took, he told me that I always shut one eye when I laugh really hard. Who knew?