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Indian Village: My homework or yours?

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Last Sunday night I woke up fretting. I tossed and I turned. No matter that Monday was a holiday and that I could sleep in as long as my kids would let me. No. I had a couple of big problems that had been vexing me all week, and they had finally reached critical mass.

Did the Gabrielino Indians use Spanish moss or willow leaves on their huts? Also: How the heck was I going to build a plank canoe out of Popsicle sticks?

My daughter is in the fourth-grade of a California public school, and like her peers, she has a mid-year project that involves learning about early California Indian tribes, culminating in the building of an "authentic" Indian village. We had about a month to gear up for this project. She did several in-class reports that helped her learn about her tribe, the Gabrielinos. She was also given a large piece of cardboard and two pieces of yarn. This, her teacher said, was help start her Indian Village. This is a major project, her teacher told the class. Make it good. It counts for a large percentage of your semester grade. Gulp.

My daughter fretted about this assignment for several weeks before melting down completely. So I stepped in to see what I could help with and found out what I probably should have realized all along: There's no way a normal 10-year-old can handle something like this without serious adult back-up. We had a lot of work to do.

I'm a writer. Put me in a library and leave me alone for six hours (or these days just leave me alone with Google) and what can't I find? And then I revert to my old newspaper reporter days. Let's go interview a Gabrielino elder! Let's go find the two sacred springs still in existence not far from here! My daughter, a bookworm, is apparently following in my footsteps. If this project were about writing a report, it would have been a cakewalk. A perfect grade guaranteed. You'd be able to publish that thing.

But this wasn't a written report. We needed to know just enough detail to differentiate this tribe from other local tribes. This project was more about building an authentic Indian Village and less about actual written information. This project called for craftiness. Not research. My kid's not crafty. I'm not crafty. To this very day I am unable to cut a neat circle or square out of construction paper.

I had to wonder: What's the point in this? To stress out Mom and/or Dad? Couldn't we have achieved the desired goal of learning about local Indians through reading and writing? Wouldn't they rather have an expertly-researched and well-written 25-page paper on the Gabrielino tribe? Please?

Nope. They were going to force me to Papier Mache tinfoil mountains in my kitchen and tacky glue little rocks together.

But apparently there's something to this idea of forced involvement that works. This was to be a family affair. So after three days of work, $60 spent at a craft store, several hours mitigating the efforts of the younger sib to make disproportional crockery and weapons, and an afternoon spent consulting with my Martha Stewart friend Audrey, and we had our Indian Village. My daughter made at least 60% of the artifacts and helped me glue them onto the board.

The best part? I'm so bad at crafts our village actually looks like a 10-year-old did the whole thing herself.

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