As Sarah Rosso says, “Patterns are everywhere. Patterns are sometimes intentional and sometimes accidental. They can be decorative or merely a result of repetition, and often patterns can be in the eye of the beholder to discover them.”
I love lines and shadows, bricks and glass. Patterns can be numbers. like how many petals on a flower, or leaves on a stem, or points on a leaf. My friend Jean and I just got back from San Francisco. This beautiful church, St. Patrick’s Catholic Church, lurred me into its trap. How many different patterns do you see? It’s the perfect question to pose in a Common Core classroom.
The doors of buildings inspire sculptures and designers worldwide and over the centuries.
Arches are distinctly a contribution of Roman culture. The repetitive pattern of arches in the doorways and windows is a perfect tribute to its heritage by a San Franciscan Roman Catholic church.
Here is the impressive front door. I love the reflection in the window next to the back door. Patterns abound.
Across the street are the Yerba Buena Gardens beckoning visitors with another arch and shadow patterns winking from the cement walkway. Did you know that Yerba Buena, meaning good herb, probably a mint, was San Francisco’s first name? So if SF was a girl, her whole name would be Yerba Buena San Francisco.
I love the patterns of the glistening windows of tall buildings against the brilliant blue sky.
Large cities are fun because of all the patterns you find in them. Math teachers have used a simple walking field trip to inspire their students to learn about the many patterns around them. With the pictures of many patterns burned into their brains, and on the sensors of their cameras, they go back to the classrooms and learn the formulas for figuring out those patterns. And voilá, next generation’s civil engineers. This is just as much fun for parents and grandparents to do when they walk or drive with their kids as counting how many VWs they can find, and much more educational.
Speaking of education. Some of you are still guessing about our wax visitor yesterday. One person knew precisely who it was. I’m going to leave you wondering for one more day. In the meantime, practice being historians with your kids and grandkids. Who are the famous people in your lifetime. Who are the infamous ones? Are any of them appealing enough to immortalize. My waxy friend was.
In Tulare County we glorify train bandits, Sontag and Evans.
I don’t know why this story has retained it popularity here. Historians erected no statues, but they wrote books and even a famous play in San Francisco during the 1890s about the “famous bandits of California” Hu Maxwell. The Visalia Fox Theater brought the historic play to life about 10 years ago, and my husband and I, along with a huge crowd in Visalia attended.
The famous gun battle in which John Sontag lost his life took place in a place called Stone Corral in 1893.
Chris Evans, his partner, only lost an eye and an arm.