Without lesson plans, without textbooks, without a scope and sequence, he teaches. For as long as I can remember, he has been one of my main "teachers". History, Science, Gardening, Life Skills such as hunting, tracking, perserving food, living off the land... these are just a few of the "lessons" he taught me. From attending his Civil War reenactments, to learning how to start a fire with flint and steel, to butchering chickens, to helping him sew leather to make his authenic clothes for the Mountain Man Rendezvous he participated in for several years, the list goes on and on. He has taught me many, many "lessons".
And he still teaches... me. The Hubs. My children. and even the playschool children.
This summer, he planted loofa seeds.
After letting the gourds dry, he peeled them and showed the children a loofa sponge!
A few minutes later he is in the garden doling out pieces of rhubard to the children.
Some love it. Some... not so much!
Some pretend they do even when their faces give it away!
Every visit is a "field trip". He is a student of life. And he just naturally shares his knowledge, his wisdom, his experiences. Education at its best! No doubt, my Poppaw is one of the best teachers!
Plus....they adore him!