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Live from Summer Camp!

3 Aug

The usually quiet Milheim house is full of energy once again this week as the Young Writers Program hosts our annual Summer Writing Camps. Beginning July 20, our first ever third and fourth grade campers produced tales, letters, and poems galore, and last week, 47 middle school campers filled the classrooms with conversation, laughter, and creativity.

Elementary Summer Writing Camp 2015

Elementary Summer Writing Camp 2015

Middle school campers worked with five instructors throughout the week to create all kinds of new pieces. Joel Jacobson challenged campers with an advanced course on poetic syntax, sound, and line. With Adrian Molina and Sheree Brown, campers used photographs to inspire surrealist worlds, made black-out poems, and explored connections between poetry and prose. Katie Foster led a course in English-to-English translation, which included sessions of translating emoji and birdsongs. Within an hour of Jessica Long‘s workshop, titled Story Boom, campers had brainstormed ideas for a novel, written an outline, and started the first chapter!

Charlotte starts her novel...

Charlotte starts her novel…

On Thursday, campers revised and practiced their favorite pieces from the week, and Friday morning, Jessica Robblee from Buntport Theater led campers in a performance skills workshop to prepare for the afternoon’s readings.

Middle school campers prepare for Friday's reading in a performance skills workshop.

Middle school campers prepare for Friday’s reading in a performance skills workshop.

We’re having tons of fun! Today, we started all over again with the high school-level camp. High school campers will participate in Poetic Choice, a workshop exploring the choices in line, sound, and syntax available to poets; Flash Magazine, in which campers will conceive and create a magazine in 6 hours; Stories that Shock, in which campers will write a short story with a “killer opening” that creates spine-tingling tension for the reader; and Fodder for Funny, a humor writing workshop.

Thinking, working, creating!

Thinking, working, creating!

All campers will reunite in the fall for the book release of the annual camp anthology, And We Created Worlds 6.0. For information on upcoming Young Writers Program workshops, click here. Until then, happy writing!

A Letter to the YAC

2 Jun

By Eilidh Spery

The dictionary defines a writer as “someone whose work is to write books, poems, stories, etc.,” or “someone who has written something”. This definition is restrictive and not at all representative of what we do as writers. I believe that a writer is someone who spins ink cobwebs across paper, trying to capture half-forgotten dreams, things they can’t see or touch or hear. We chase dandelion seeds of inspiration on the wind, following them for miles of pages, for hours, accompanied by only the sounds of clicking keys or scratching pens.

YWP porchBeing a writer is both difficult and incredible, because when you catch that dream and hold its silver light in your hands, you wield magic.

It seems that being a writer could be a lonely, isolating thing, that writers would be struggling to spin ideas into stories, accompanied only by a notebook or laptop. However, through the Young Authors Collective, I have discovered that this is not so, and I have learned how wonderful writers are. We are a quirky bunch of people, nerds and beauties and geniuses and ramblers. We are filled with wanderlust, with smiles and rain, with the tales of millions of other people and worlds. We daydream and cram information into our heads, cry over characters and make sure to smell new notebooks. Although we are all unique people, are raised differently, live in different parts of the worlds, write differently, we are tied together by our passion to create, to bring something new and lovely into the world. Writers are not empty, lonely people; they overflow with light and beauty.

I am very lucky, therefore, to have been able to spend the last four years around a group of such wonderful, brimming-over people. I have been able to improve my own writing, to be amazed by each of your own words, and to spend my Wednesday afternoons with a fun, sweet, silly group of people. Although writers are sometimes seen as quiet nerds, I think of us as the secret cool kids. We don’t rely on popularity; we know that life is more than that. Life is becoming so lost in a story that you don’t even notice time tickling your ears as it brushes by; it is seeing and enjoying the smallest details in each day; it is creating new worlds full of characters you love so much that they break your heart. It is about being full of light and giving that light to others. So thank you all, from the bottom of my heart. I’ve really enjoyed spending these years with you and will miss you all and your stupendous, heartbreaking, gorgeous literature.

Eilidh Spery has been writing since she penned a mystery story about two detective rats. She first came to the Lighthouse Writers Workshop for a youth workshop, then became a part of the Young Authors Collective from 2011-2015. Now that she has graduated from Jefferson County Open School, she plans to attend the University of Iowa to study English and creative writing, and to pursue writing as a career.

Double-edged

20 Feb

By Lyara Phillips
8th Grade

I always thought I would get another chance to stop those voices in my head, but they had control of my hands. They would pick up a knife and just stab something. Sometimes they would stab public property, but most times it was other people. As my hands would be thrusting the blade back and forth, there would be nothing I could do but cry and beg the voices to stop. One day when I had the control back in my hands, I picked up the blade and got to exact the revenge of those taken souls.

Sometimes Bourbon

20 Feb

By Qairo Bentley
8th Grade

Me and my mom sit on the roof wondering about left-over times. My dad is a ghost, only a simple memory. The war returning again. He was an honor and greatness of the world. He is returned and mom still isn’t the same. She can’t function. She drowns in vodka and whiskey, Bourbon when she’s in pain. It takes her mind away.

Things Change

28 Jan

By Amielia
3rd Grade

Once I had a blue jacket. When I went to my room and opened the door, I looked on my bed and it was gone. I looked everywhere. I even looked in the alleyway dumpster. I could not find it.

When I went back to my room again, it was there. But something was different about it. It was pink and orange in an ugly pattern.

“Arggghhh!” I yelled. “Grrr!”

My sister came in and said, “Shhh!”

The End

The If Not Us Project

12 Nov

All Together Now is a collaboration between Buntport Theater, East High School, Warm Cookies of the Revolution, The Center for Digital Storytelling, and Lighthouse Writers Workshop’s Young Authors Collective. Since early September, these groups have been working together with the goal of exploring and creating awareness around current day civil rights issues. The Lighthouse YAC has created a series of digital broadsides meant to promote If Not Us, a play created and produced by East High theater students.

In the words of Lighthouse instructor Jesaka Long:

Articulating any experience that brushes up against civil rights or social injustice can be difficult. Distilling that experience into less than twenty words can feel like an insurmountable task. Yet that’s the very challenge the Lighthouse Writers Youth Authors Collective took on as their part of shining the light on inequality. The broadsides created by the writers represent the efforts of first sharing a story of an event that created confusion or anger or, less frequently, triumph—and then painstakingly paring hundreds of words down to twenty. Or fewer. These young writers bravely shared their experiences in the hopes of creating a conversation. One word at a time.  

Below is one of our broadsides and the story behind it.

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Princess Dress

I let him wear the princess dress when I babysit. We pull it over his head, I Velcro the closure, he leans on my shoulder as he steps into a pair of baby heels. I do the same for his sister. And then together they clatter down the hallway in search of entertainment.

They’re twins, three years old. I’ve watched them since they were born. Neither of them like to share. Both of them like to run around in princess dresses. How am I supposed to tell them she can but he can’t when it makes them happy? It’s not necessarily that the boy wants to wear the dress out of his own reasoning; it’s very likely he sees his sister being a princess and wonders why he can’t be one too. Why he’s forced into superhero costumes, given blue cups instead of pink, directed from the Frozen section at the Disney store to the Cars, why he gets an action figure and his sister gets a doll.

His dad doesn’t like his son in a dress. Or in heels or a tiara. I assume it’s because wearing a dress destroys a three year old’s masculinity. Or maybe his father wants to uphold the idea that a boy should never act like a girl. No pink, no crying, no dress. Why is this limitation enforced so early in a person’s life? Why can one gender not associate with the other without repercussions from society? How soon can we start putting a person’s happiness before the expectations?

I take off his dress before his dad comes home. I leave his sister in the play room and carry him away. With resistance we put back on the muscle tee with sports graphics, tug the sparkly heels off his feet. I wait for him to be done howling for the dress, and then we go back to playing.

 

Veronica

11 Sep

By Alicia Cid
8th Grade

Chapter 1

I’m going to tell you a story about Veronica, a very special girl. She is 13. Her hair looks like colorful sun rays, and her big blue eyes are so beautiful. She lives in the mountains with her mother, Jessie, and her brothers. She loves doing extreme sports. She looks like the perfect girl, but she isn’t at all. Her problem is that every single thing she sees is yellow. The trees, the grass, her house.

Her mother is a widow because her husband died three years ago in a traffic accident, but now she has a boyfriend, John, who studies people’s strange health problems. They love each other very much, but John doesn’t love kids, so he doesn’t like Veronica, and Veronica isn’t happy about the idea of having a new dad who doesn’t love kids.

She doesn’t want to tell her problem to her mother because she loves her mom and she doesn’t want to make her crazy. So Veronica is trying to find experts who can solve her problem.

Chapter 2

She has called too many experts, but no one has heard of her problem before. So she is losing her hope little by little. Her face is getting uglier and uglier, now that she doesn’t have a smile on her face. Her eyes are closing, and now she isn’t happy at all. But suddenly one day she finds the number of a person who is an expert on people’s strange problems. She is thinking about calling him, but she realizes that that person is John Clark, her mom’s boyfriend. Once she knows that, she starts to think about this possibility: if she calls him, John will tell her problem to her mom. Veronica is scared. But if she doesn’t call him, maybe she cannot solve her problem ever.

Chapter 3

Finally, she decides to call him, but she won’t tell him that she is Veronica. That’s a good idea, she thinks. So in the afternoon, she calls him and she decides to meet him the next day at Alice’s Café. Just after that, Veronica hears little noises coming from her mom’s room and she understands her mother saying something on the phone:

“No, we can’t tell her…”

“She won’t like it…”

“Let’s keep this a secret…”

“I love you, John…mwah.”

Veronica knows that the person who is talking to her mom is John, and she knows that they’re talking about a secret, so now she wants to know it. So she decides to talk with her mother.

“Hi, Mom,” she says.

“Hi, Veronica. WHat are you doing here?” her mom answers.

“I think you have to tell me something.”

“No…Why do you think this?”

“I have heard you talking to someone about something secret…”

“Oh! Yes…I was talking to John about…we have a surprise for you. We are going to go on a walk tonight, all together!”

Veronica didn’t believe her mom. She thought she could learn the truth by talking to John the next day. “Oh! That’s a good idea!” she said to her mom.

“Yes, I know.”

“Thanks! Bye-bye!”

Chapter 4

Next day she was waiting for John at Alice’s Café. But now Veronica’s name was “Victoria,” and she had put on some accessories so John would not recognize her. When he arrived, they started to talk about “Victoria’s” problem. They had no problems talking at first, except that John was impolite and shot her down.

But suddenly “Victoria” asked him, “Why are you so happy?”

He answered, “I’m marrying my girlfriend!!!”

Now Veronica is in another world, thinking too many things at the same time. She feels frustrated and sad, but she also feels happy because now she knows her mom’s secret. Her sadness could defeat her happiness in a few seconds, so she starts to run, run away from the café. And after running all over the city, she arrives home.

Chapter 5

Veronica feels bad. She didn’t need to meet John. Now in her head is the worst thing that can happen ever. The horrible John is going to marry her fantastic mom. Veronica wants to talk to her mom seriously because she doesn’t want to have a new dad like John. Also, now she feels sad because she still cannot solve her problem. She still sees everything in yellow. Now she is in her bedroom waiting for her mom, who is again talking with John on the phone.

“How was your morning?”

“Mmm…it was so strange because suddenly my customer started to run…”

“Who was she?”

“She was a girl called Victoria, and her problem was that she sees everything in yellow.”

“Oh! It has to be very hard being her mother. I can imagine it!”

Suddenly Veronica goes into the room and says, “Sorry, I want to tell you that you are her mother.”

Her mom lets go of the phone, which falls down on the floor. Her face looks horrible. She is sad. “What?!” she says slowly. “Are you saying that the girl who sees everything in yellow is you?!”

“Yes, Mom. I wanted to tell you this before, but I was afraid of you,” Veronica says quickly.

Chapter 6

Veronica is next to her mom, who is in the bed. She is trying to explain everything to her mom. Jessie felt so bad and then suddenly she fainted, so that’s why she is in the bed now. She has understood everything that Veronica has said to her, and now she feels better but confused. Her daughter has told her secret to her, so now she feels that she has to tell her secret to Veronica.

“Veronica, I need to tell you one thing.”

“Yes, Mom,” she says.

“John and me”

“Oh! Mom, I know”—she interrupts—”John told ‘Victoria’ the news.” A small smile came to our mouths.

“Oh! You are a clever girl. You have such strange ideas.”

A strange silence invades the room.

Chapter 7

After some minutes of talking, Veronica says to her mother, “Mom, I want to tell you that I don’t like John at all. He can’t be your husband. You are so nice and good-looking, whereas he is impolite and ugly. You are so different.”

Jessie says nothing. She is confused.

Then John opens the door of that room. “It’s true, we can’t get married,” he says as a tear falls from his eyes. “We are so different. Sorry, Jessie.”

“No problem, John,” says Jessie.

“Yes, life does not only give good things. Also it gives bad things,” he says. “And also I need to tell you, Veronica, that your problem can’t be solved. You are so special, it isn’t bad. Special things sometimes are good.”

In this moment, Veronica doesn’t listen to anybody. Only she is listening to her heart, which is repeating one by one his words and she just feels so sad. He has told her the most terrible thing that no one like her wants to hear. Then she remembers the only thing that makes her a little happier: they aren’t going to get married. But it isn’t enough. Sadness has invaded all her body.

“Now everybody will keep laughing at me because of my problem and I will never enjoy life with its own colors. I feel as if a big stone is falling on my body, without any existence. I feel tired. I feel sad. But now I don’t have time to think on these problems.”

She just closes her eyes as much as possible, waiting for something good to happen, but there isn’t a result.

Trouble

11 Sep

By Ayla Bennett
5th Grade

My name is Rose. I am ten years old and I am brave, a troublemaker, and adventurous. You can call me Trouble, Rose, or Troublemaker. I’ve been called those names a thousand times.

One time, when I was five, I snuck secretly onto a horse and rode at the edge of a canyon and my horse bucked me into the canyon. We were in the desert at the time. I went into the canyon screaming for my mom and dad. the canyon as very rocky. I had the smell and taste of rock in my mouth. I somehow got hold of a root (it was a very large root) and pulled up, up, and up, till I was at the edge of the canyon. I got up with the help of my parents. It was very scary. But that’s not here my real story begins…

My story starts at school. I also have this very secret desire. My very secret desire is to have a friend. Just one. By the way, I have a British accent. Can you imagine that? I have never had a friend. Not one. Sometimes trouble finds me instead of me seeking it. As you can tell, I am very random. Now I shall tell you my story.

I sleep at school. It’s true. I don’t really like it, but my parents make me. It’s because they have too much work to do. Sometimes I have to do detention on the weekends! I definitely do not like detention on the weekends. It is way harder on the weekend. I have to grade papers sometimes, which makes me crazy. I hate it.

Okay, on with the story. On the first day of school, I came in with all the supplies I needed, although they were only for doodling. I’m a great doodler if I do say so myself. This is one of my doodles:

mushroom

So, as I was saying, on the first day of school, I got in trouble for showing up. Yeah, it’s a great way to get in trouble. Not. Now I have to go to the principal’s office. Just great. Oh well. Last year I went one hundred times! Amazing how I get in trouble so much.

I was walking down the dimly lit hallway at school when something shiny caught my eye. I took a close look. It smelled as if it came out of the ground. I picked it up. It was very sharp. “Achhh!” I said. I cut myself on the small object. “It think it’s a crystal,” I murmured. Still holding the crystal, I slowly turned around, not noticing the people around me.

“Hey!” said a boy I did not know. “That girl’s got the principal’s lost crystal!”

Uh-oh, I thought.

“Get ‘er!”

At that, I ran for my life. I ran past most of the teachers, past the aides, through the doors, and onto the playground. It was brighter than I expected and the air tasted fresh. But there was no time to enjoy it. I had to run! There was a little girl with pigtails on the playground. I ran across the wood chips so fast a wood chip flew into my mouth. It tasted like old, new, dirty, and clean shoes all mixed together. It as disgusting. I spit it out.

I pushed the secret button on the playground (It’s on a pole, but I will tell you nothing more) and went into my secret hideout. It wasn’t much: a comfortable chair, a stack of books, and a lamp. I heard a conversation going on, but first I noticed that it smelled damp down there. Good, I thought. Now it won’t collapse like it did before.

“Where did she go, little girl, where?”

“She went down dare.”

“Down where?”

“Down dare beneef da last pole on da wight.”

Uh-oh, I thought. Now that they know, I’m in big trouble. I came out of the secret hideout and handed them the crystal. “Now, to the principal’s office, young lady. Now shoo!” I went to the principal’s office again.

“You know you have detention tonight, Miss Rose.”

“Yes, I know, but—”

“Good then. Now off you go.”

“But I don’t even have any friends!”

“I know that, Miss Rose, and I’d like to keep it that way.”

“I really want one tho—”

“I already knew that, Rose. Now get out of my office!!!”

Talk about a mad principal. This one was mad! She usually calls everyone Miss or Mister, but she really got mad at me this time! She basically, um—what’s the word?—blew up on me. Well, that conversation was harsh.

Instinctively, I went to detention with a notebook and pencil. To doodle with, you know? “Today we are going to blah, blah, blah, blah, blah…” This is what I drew:

Principal

I knew I was supposed to write “I will not argue with the principal” one hundred times, but I had other plans. I waited until the teacher went around the corner and out of sight. I then quickly and quietly snuck out of the room. My “other plans” were to drop eggs on all the teachers’ heads while they were all teaching. Perfect plan to get lots of friends ’cause most everybody hates teachers. Right?

Lucky me, I had lots of eggs. So I thought I would just go to my grade, which was 5th. My grade had many people, which was good. When I finally got to my grade, I already smelled like egg. I also looked way messier than usual. I had glops of egg on me everywhere. It’s because I practiced on a few kids in the hallway. I snuck into class with no one looking (unusual luck) and dropped five eggs on my teacher. SPLAT. Now everyone was looking directly at me.

“Why’d you do that?!” said one kid.

“I love all teachers, so be nice!” said another.

“I hate you!!” said a girl.

“I think you’re cruel to teachers!” said a boy.

“Everybody, quiet!” said my teacher. “This girl,” she said, pointing her finger at me, “is absolutely the worst.”

And the class cheered.

I’ll tell you about the next day after the egg-splatting event. Everybody hated me. I mean everybody. Everywhere I went people yelled, “Hey, teacher-hater!” The teachers even told our preschool about it!” Everybody in this school is the worst, I thought. I was too sad to even think about school! I decided to go to the main office to call my mom or dad to pick me up.

As I was walking down the hall, all the teachers stopped to stare. All the students whispered about me. As I walked into the office, the lady at the desk answered, “Yes?”

And I replied, “Can I call my mom and dad?”

She said in a harsh tone, “No, you may not!” You are the worst! Now shoo!”

And I did just what she told me to.

When I left, I was looking at the ground. So I didn’t see the girl. I bumped into her.

“Hey, watch where you’re going,” she said.

“Sorry,” I said, looking up just barely.

I didn’t realize who she was at fist, but I learned later on that she was really nice. She smelled like dirt a bit.

I passed the lit bulletin board. Wait, the lights were shining? I took a closer look. There was something new! There was a picture of the girl I saw earlier. Some words around her said:

Robin Has Returned To School After A
15-Week Disappearance

How mysterious! I’m not a detective or anything, but I am definitely going to investigate this! Was she at spy school? Was she on a vry long trip? Did she learn ho to talk to animals?

I found her scent. It smells like dirt, remember? I followed the scent to the girls bathroom, into the gym, into the kindergarten classroom (yes, my nose is on the ground) and onto the playground.

I sniffed everywhere on the playground, but the only place I found her scent was on the secret hideout button. I pushed it, and went in. Robin was in there. Who would have thought Robin would be in there? I mean, did she see, or did she know? I didn’t know! Did she see me because she’s a spy? I didn’t really know. But this was freaky!

I didn’t know why, but she didn’t notice me there! Was she deaf? Maybe she had become deaf.

“Hi, Robin.”

“Hi—Oh, you again.”

“My name’s Rose.”

“I knew that, troublemaker.”

“Wanna be friends?”

“Of course not! Friends with you would be the worst. I mean, you’re the troublemaker, right?”

“Yes, and proud of it!”

“Well, you shouldn’t be, because I hate troublemakers! And I mean it! I HATE TROUBLEMAKERS!!”

“I never knew people felt that way towards me,” I said in a shaky voice.

“I…wha…I didn’t mean to say tha—”

“Forget it.”

And I ran out of the not-so-secret-hideout-anymore as fast as my legs could carry me.

School was horrible. I had more detention than usual, and Robin was always trying to talk to me when no one was around. I just walked away and ignored her. Sometimes, I wondered if she was trying to be friends with me, but I always pushed that thought away until I came home on a detention-free night.

This is how the conversation went:

“Mom?”

“Yes, sweetie?”

“At school, this girl named Robin, well, she got mad at me, and now keeps on trying to say something to me, but I don’t listen. What should I do?”

“Sweetie, all you have to do is listen. I do it all the time.”

“Thanks for the advice, Mom.”

“You’re welcome. Now go to bed.”

“Okay. Race you to me room!”

We raced up and down the stairs all night, till Dad said, “All right, you two, time for bed.” And we went straight to sleep.

The next day at school, Robin came up to me again and said, “Hey, I’m sorry for what I did.”

She stopped there and seemed to be waiting for me to say something, so I said, “I accept your apology, and I’m sorry I didn’t listen.”

“Good,” she replied.

I could tell she liked me a little, which was a first. I mean, she’d have to get used to me.

The day after that, I found a way to disturb my class. There were a few people walking next to my desk. I stuck my leg out and tripped the last person that was walking in so it was like dominoes. First the last person fell over, all the way to the first person.

“Miss Rose, why, I ask, did you do that?” the teacher said.

“To have a little fun I guess.”

“We do not trip peo—”

“She didn’t trip them, they tripped themselves,” Robin said.

“I did not know. Back to work, children!”

I mouthed “Thank you” to Robin, who winked at me.

At lunch, I went over and sat down next to her. Lunch smelled good.

“Hey, Robin, thanks for saving me back there.”

“You’re welcome.”

“You want to be friends?”

“Not yet, I need to learn more about you first.”

“Okay.”

Yes! First possible friend ever! I was the happiest Rose on the planet Rose! If there was a planet Rose. If I had thorns that were my emotions, this is what they would have looked like:

Rose

The next few days weren’t that important. Robin and I just argued about whether we should be friends. Only one argument was important though:

“Can we be friends now, Robin?”

“I’m still getting used to you, Rose. You know that.”

“Come on. I’ve been waiting for this moment ever since I started school!”

“Patience, Rose, patience.”

“I just can’t wait, Robin!”

“Just wait already, Rose!”

“FINE!”

One time, during show-and-tell time for our favorite poems, I brought in The Meehoo with an Exactlywatt. Robin laughed at the end of the poem. I think she thought it was quite silly.

Some kids at recess were crowding around me, kicking me really hard, then falling backward, screaming in fake pain. I fell over at the last kick. They had broken my shin! One teacher saw what really happened. Fire exploded in my shin. I couldn’t even make a sound, it hurt so much. The teacher herded us into her car and drove us to the hospital.

When I awoke, my leg as in a cast and there were crutches beside my bed. I was in a doctor-smelling, very bright room. I sat up.

“You fell asleep on the car ride,” Robin said. “I came back in to tell you we have to go back to school.”

“Okay, but when did I wake up?”

“Three in the morning.”

At school, Robin made her decision. “Rose,”  she said, “can we be friends?”

“Of course,” I said.

And we held hands (sort of) for the rest of the day. While I was on crutches.

THE END

Lighthouse Summer Writing Camp: A Look Inside

11 Aug

by Sarah Gee

In this post, first-time Lighthouser Sarah Gee tells readers about her week at Lighthouse Summer Writing Camp, which ran July 28 through August 4.

This was my first year at the Lighthouse Writers Workshop, and let me say one thing, the week following camp (and the week while I was attending), were my most creative and successful weeks I have ever had. I didn’t know what to expect on my first day when I walked in. When I stepped into the house for the first time I was expecting for this to be just like school, we sit down, write quietly, and keep everything to ourselves. That was the farthest thought from my mind on the second day.

We were talking, laughing, and having fun. The teachers let us sit wherever we wanted and they were very open to our comments. We are assigned to a team of about ten other kids with the same genre of writing and same age group, which we hung out with for a majority of the week. When I had trouble with something I was writing, it was very helpful just to be able to turn to the person next to me and ask what they thought.

Even in classes that I was less familiar with, like songwriting, it was nice to be able to look at ways of telling a story from a different perspective. The teacher recognized that I was not used to writing in rhythm and she helped me with getting in touch with the musical side of me through my normal style of writing. I had five different instructors with different genres of writing.

A specific teacher who was very helpful was Joel Jacobson. We both wrote fantasy. I didn’t think he was helpful because of the fact that we wrote the same genre but because he helped me channel my ability onto something more specific that what I normally wrote. I am so glad to have joined Lighthouse and I cannot wait for my next visit! 

 

Breaking the Ice of Nonfiction

23 May

It was cold in Colorado, but this winter, students in Lisa Jenkins’ sixth grade language arts class were reading about somewhere even colder. Through Elizabeth Cody Kimmel’s Ice Story, students learned about Sir Edward Shackleton’s 1914 journey to reach and cross Antarctica. This nonfiction story’s twists and turns make it as engaging as any thriller, and Ms. Jenkins wanted her her class to see that writing nonfiction could be as fun and creative as writing a made-up story. Enter Lighthouse: outreach instructor Kim O’Connor visited the class and invited students to play with facts.  In an honest way, of course.

Ms. Jenkin’s students are amazing! They wrote screenplays, blog posts, magazine articles, personal essays, guidebooks, and more, all based on an element of Ice Story. The Young Writers Blog is proud to feature three of their fabulous non-fiction pieces, “Iceberg on the Move” by Ella Pastorius, “Vikings vs. Shackleton: Could the Viking Explorers Have Completed Shackleton’s Famous Journey from Antarctica to South Georgia a Thousand Years Earlier?” by Jonathon Asphaug, and “Frostbite and All the Icky Side Effects” by Natalie Parkhust, below.

 

Iceberg On the Move
By Ella Pastorius

 

Titantic

“I cannot imagine any condition which would cause a ship to founder. I cannot conceive of any vital disaster happening to this vessel. Modern shipbuilding has gone beyond that.”

-Captain Edward Smith of Titanic

On the night of April 14, 1912, the Titanic struck an iceberg and after just 2-3 hours, the Titanic was at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean floor.
Just imagine boarding the Titanic. It’s a beautiful massive ship, the first of its kind. No one has ever been on a ship like this one and you’re one of the first to travel across the Atlantic on it. The Titanic was claimed the “Unsinkable” and of course almost everyone believed it. “God himself could not sink this ship!”
-Unknown Titanic crewmember
The Titanic carried more than 2,200 passengers including the crew. Over seventeen hundred people died from the sinking of the Titanic. Not having enough lifeboats for all the passengers on the ship resulted in many drowning or freezing to death. But, where is the iceberg that created this huge event in history?

Jakobshavn Glacier

No one knows for sure what iceberg hit the Titanic, since of course nobody is going to grab their camera and snap a picture in that scenario. But, people think they might have found it.
An iceberg in the Atlantic Ocean has a red streak of paint on it supposedly from when it hit the ship. It also has the features of an iceberg that has been struck by something like a ship. We’ve also discovered that the glacier that spawned (created) the iceberg that is said to have sunk the Titanic, is moving. Jakobshavn is the glacier that gave “birth” to the iceberg. Jakobshavn is now moving at top speed of almost 46 meters per day! Scientists say that this is four times as fast as it was traveling in the 1990s. The glacier is moving at record speed of the fastest moving glacier in Greenland ever recorded.

Icebergs

But, what is an iceberg? Icebergs are large chunks of ice that form on land and float in an ocean or a lake. But, in this case the iceberg spawned from a large glacier. A chunk of ice departed from the glacier creating the iceberg. Icebergs come in all shapes and sizes. Some can even be the size of a small country! Smaller icebergs are also known as growlers, bergy, and bits. Icebergs are also smaller than glaciers. In fact, glaciers are the largest moving object on the planet.Iceberg 1
The iceberg to the right is the one that is claimed to
have hit the Titanic. It has a red streak of paint and dent fit
for a ship that has struck it.

We still have many unanswered questions about the Titanic itself. We also have many questions on Jakobshavn glacier. Will this glacier soon start to move even faster? Are there more tragedies related to this glacier? But, most importantly, where is this glacier headed next?

Bibliography:
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-2130406/Youve-heard-Titanic-major-player-worlds-famous-disaster–iceberg.html

http://www.independent.co.uk/news/science/that-sinking-feeling-the-glacier-which-may-have-sunk-the-titanic-is-now-moving-at-record-speeds-9104937.html

http://www.csmonitor.com/Science/2014/0204/Glacier-that-sank-the-Titanic-is-really-on-the-move-say-scientists

http://nsidc.org/cryosphere/quickfacts/icebergs.html

Titanic: The Unsinkable Ship

 

Vikings vs. Shackleton: Could the Viking Explorers HaVikings 1ve Completed Shackleton’s Famous Journey from Antarctica to South Georgia Island a Thousand Years Earlier?

 by Jonathon Asphaug

Most often recognized for their barbaric, violent nature, Vikings were also some of the most seafaring explorers and excellent traders ever known. When it came to navigation, Vikings were the kings of their time period. They were some of the best seafarers and may have reached all the way to North America … by accident! The tools that allowed these warriors to explore so far west were simple, yet effective.







 



 

Maybe the king of seafaring exploration for his time period – 1,000 years later – was an Irishman named Sir Ernest Shackleton. On December 5, 1914, Shackleton and his trustworthy crew set sail from South Georgia in the Sandwich Islands on an ill-fated trip. Their plan: execute the Imperial Trans-Antarctic Expedition, or in simpler words, trek across the Antarctic. The built in a Norwegian shipyard, soon became encased in pack ice and sank. After floating on the ice several months, the men eventually decided that as the ice broke up, it was time to leave. They packed up what little gear they had left and traveled seven days on perilous seas in three tiny lifeboats to reach nearby Elephant Island. After landing, the wind and approaching winter took its toll. Shackleton and his men decided rescue was not coming and they had to save themselves. Shackleton and five other men – carpenter Harry McNeish, sailors Tim McCarthy and John Vincent, seaman Tom Crean, and the ship’s faithful captain and navigator, Frank Worsley – left on their famous 920 mile voyage to a whaling colony on South Georgia Island. In a ship only 22.5 feet long called the , this was going to be a near impossible journey. But they successfully completed it in what is perhaps the greatest feat of seamanship ever.

Maybe the king of seafaring exploration for his time period – 1,000 years later – was an Irishman named Sir Ernest Shackleton. On December 5, 1914, Shackleton and his trustworthy crew set sail from South Georgia in the Sandwich Islands on an ill-fated trip. Their plan: execute the Imperial Trans-Antarctic Expedition, or in simpler words, trek across the Antarctic. The Endurance, built in a Norwegian shipyard, soon became encased in pack ice and sank. After floating on the ice several months, the men eventually decided that as the ice broke up, it was time to leave. They packed up what little gear they had left and traveled seven days on perilous seas in three tiny lifeboats to reach nearby Elephant Island. After landing, the wind and approaching winter took its toll. Shackleton and his men decided rescue was not coming and they had to save themselves. Shackleton and five other men – carpenter Harry McNeish, sailors Tim McCarthy and John Vincent, seaman Tom Crean, and the ship’s faithful captain and navigator, Frank Worsley – left on their famous 920 mile voyage to a whaling colony on South Georgia Island. In a ship only 22.5 feet long called the James Caird, this was going to be a near impossible journey. But they successfully completed it in what is perhaps the greatest feat of seamanship ever.

This article explores whether the Vikings, with their navigational and survival methods, would have been able to complete Shackleton’s journey. Could their more primitive style of navigation, ships and other tools, yet used by them for hundreds of years, have been as successful as Shackleton’s better technologies but more improvised methods?

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To answer this question, this article will first examine the Viking methods of navigation, their ships, their clothing and food in detail, and then Shackleton’s versions. The sources for this article are not only books and websites, but also an interview with my friend, sailor Geoffrey Pettit, who is half British and half Norwegian, and who has sailed across the Atlantic Ocean alone in a tiny sailboat and written a book about his adventure called “A Drop in the Ocean.” Based on his experiences and knowledge of both cultures and histories, Mr. Pettit has some expert opinions on who would have been better at the journey to South Georgia Island.

 

1. The Vikings and Their Equipment

 

The Vikings, perhaps the most romanticized of all warriors, were impressive seamen and navigators. They traveled all over Europe and even settled North America for a brief period of time, using their gargantuan longships: some of the biggest ships of their time. The Viking longships ranged from 55-100 feet long and 8-10 feet wide, with the longest one ever found being about 118 feet long and 13 feet wide and capable of holding about 100 men.

Navigation

The Vikings had several tools that were used for navigation. These tools helped them travel far and wide, even though the Vikings never made maps or charts.

The most common way for sailors and merchants to navigate in the Viking era was usually by celestial bodies: the stars and the sun. The North Star, or Polaris, was the primary instrument for navigation at night. All that had to be done was compare the distance from the star to the horizon to the distance at home and sailors could roughly determine their latitude.

For navigation in the daytime, stars could not be seen, so almost all the rest of the Vikings navigational methods relied on the sun.

The pelorus was an instrument similar to a mariner’s compass. It had two sight vanes and was positioned in a way so that the bearings of objects could be observed.

A bearing dial was used to determine the latitude of the sun. It was a small platform with a vertical pin in the center, and a pointer needle. It was used to track the placement of the sun in the sky by marking the position of shadows on the platform.

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The sun shadow board was used at noon to check if the ship was on the right course or not. It was placed in a bowl of water (similar to liquid-filled compasses used on modern ships) to keep it level. The gnomen, the pin in the center of the board, marked the shadow of the noon sun. Circles that were marked on the board gave sailors an area to travel yet still remain within the desired latitude. If the noon shadows reached beyond the circle, they knew that they had traveled too far north; vice versa for tracking too far south. The sun shadow board allowed the Vikings to correct their course each noon.

The semi-wheel was pretty much a database of the sun. It recorded the year-round observations and measurements of the sun and its positions. Icelandic Vikings collected this data, and also noted where the sun rose each day. This collection of data was used to determine their latitude and the cardinal directions (North, South, East, and West).

The sun compass recorded the routes that the sun traversed across the sky. By etching these curves on the face of the compass, the Vikings had documentation of the sun for any time of year. They could with incredible accuracy pinpoint their location at sea by revolving the dial until the shadow from a center pin touched the curves for that time of year.

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There is one tool that stood out above the rest, because only one has ever been found. In an old Norse legend, a hero, Sigurd, is asked by a Viking king to locate the sun through blustery, overcast skies. When Sigurd guessed, the king confirmed his answer by using a Sólarsteinn, or sunstone. The king saw where the light came from and realized Sigurd was correct. A sunstone was a simple block, about the size of a bar of soap, of pure Icelandic spar, a variety of calcite that polarizes light. It changed color as it was turned in the light. A certain color would indicate the position of the sun through fog or clouds, but it still needed a tiny piece of clear sky to work. It would have allowed travelers to navigate with cloud cover and in low light. Scientists are not sure that the sunstone was used in Viking times, since it was only mentioned in one Norse manuscript, but they do know that one was used in Elizabethan times, 500 years later.

Besides these many tools that the Vikings used to navigate, they also used their memory and all of their senses. They sometimes used rhymes or chants to remember landmarks and directions, kind of like how today people remember nursery rhymes or jingles for a certain store.  They could see from the presence of certain birds and other animals how far away from land they were, or where they were in general. Viking mariners could hear the crashing of waves on rocks and the screeching of seabirds to find how close they were to land, when it was too foggy or dark to see. Touch was another important sense for the Vikings: nerves in our faces can detect changes in speed and direction of wind. Our faces can detect differences between wind swells from various directions, and because nearby coasts sometimes will reflect swells back, a seasoned sailor can obtain much information from just a simple breeze. Scientists have hypothesized that the Vikings used these methods.

The Vikings had another instrument, called a plumb bob, which they used for calculating the depth of the water, and it also collected a small sample of the seabed that the men could taste and touch. Using a plumb bob, an experienced Viking could possibly link the taste to to certain characteristics, such as if fresh water flowed from the land to the sea.

A good sailor can also detect in humid conditions whether or not he is close to land. In humidity, the human nose can smell trees, plants, and fire a good distance from land. Vikings probably used this same method.

In conclusion, as Mr. Pettit wrote to me, “the Vikings had to rely much more on their senses and understanding of nature, following indications from bird sightings (closeness to land), whale sightings ( they knew where the whaling grounds were), their sense of smell ( you can smell the land from quite a long way away), and their rudimentary understanding of the position of the heavenly bodies.” Mr. Pettit explained, “They invariably tried to follow the land as much as possible, island hopping across the North Atlantic via the Shetlands, the Faeroes, Iceland, Greenland and then the Canadian coast. Of course, they made many more mistakes and many ships were lost, so you could conclude that they were not as good at navigating as the 19th and 20th Century explorers, but they were very good given the limitations in their historical context.”

Ships and Sails

But survival at sea was much more than just being able to navigate. Mr. Pettit told me: “The issues that normally concern sailors other than navigating are the weather, equipment failures, food and drink and staying warm and dry. Without taking care of these things then good navigating might just not be enough to survive a long ocean voyage.” How well prepared were the Vikings to deal with these issues?

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Mr. Pettit told me that the Viking ships were good but could sink in bad weather: “Viking ships were open and therefore less safe although they were broad with high bow and stern to make them more seaworthy in rough seas. But I am sure many a longship foundered after being inundated by a breaking wave. These waves can reach 20-30 meters in height and when they break it is like the force of a building crashing down on your boat.”

Mr. Pettit also talked about the Viking-era sail structure: “The Viking ship’s single square sail, although it could be moved around the mast to provide some form of crosswind sailing, was almost impossible to sail upwind and was far less efficient and therefore inherently less safe (than later methods). They could resort to using the oars, but not for long periods and not in the heavy seas that frequent the Southern Ocean.”

Food and Warmth

As for quality of food, Mr. Pettit said, “Vikings carried white cabbage, Surkål, which contains large amounts of vitamin C.” This would help ward off scurvy. In addition, he noted that “the Viking journeys were relatively short, touching land regularly as this was also the way they navigated, and they would have been able to replenish their fresh fruit and vegetable supplies.”

For staying warm and dry, the Vikings were well experienced with the cold ocean sea spray and what clothes to wear on these long voyages. They wore animal skins and wool, which dried out quickly and kept them warm even when wet. In addition, their ships were protected from overflowing water by roofs and tents spanning the entire deck. They used pine tar to waterproof their ships.

 

 

2. Ernest Shackleton and His Equipment

 

A thousand years later, when Shackleton and five men pushed off from Elephant Island in their little reinforced lifeboat to embark on their 920-mile journey to South Georgia Island, his boat wasn’t that much different from the smallest Viking longship but his navigational tools were much better.

Navigation

Although he had to rely on several of the same methods that the Vikings would have used, such as being able to spot, smell and hear land, Shackleton and his crew mainly used 20th-century navigational methods such as the sextant, chronometer, and compass.

A sextant is an instrument that measures the angle from a celestial object to the horizon, by using two mirrors and an index bar, and can be used in multiple ways. You look into the eyepiece, and adjust the angle of the index mirror until the celestial body that is sighted “touches” the horizon.

 

A chronometer is a little instrument resembling a pocket watch that is used to measure the time of a known fixed location. This can be used to calculate longitude. The picture at the right is the chronometer that Shackleton and Captain Worsley used on their voyage to South Georgia Island.

Most people have heard about the magnetic compass. It is used to find the cardinal directions, and combined with a sextant, chronometer, and map, can find a very accurate reading of where you are heading, it can also be use to help plan your next course. Shackleton had a compass as well, and it could have helped him plotting the course for South Georgia Island. However, there’s a downside to using a magnetic compass: the bearings change slightly as you travel on a set longitude. This happened on Christopher Columbus’s first voyage to the New World, but he didn’t tell his men because he didn’t want to frighten them.

Our family friend Mr. Pettit told me about his experience with a sextant and chronometer:

“I always carried a sextant on board with all the necessary nautical almanacs to take and calculate sightsof the heavenly bodies, either the sun or the stars. This is the old fashioned way of ascertaining your latitude and can be quite a complicated exercise in any boat let alone a small boat like the James Caird. But I guess this is what Captain Worsley on the James Caird did and I am sure he was an expert. Longitude is normally calculated using a ship’s chronometer which always tells the time at Greenwich in London on Meridian 0. If you know the time where you are by taking a midday sun sight and you know the time at Greenwich then you can calculate the difference in longitude degrees. This was very difficult until they invented chronometers that could stand the bouncing around on a long sea journey, but it was finally achieved by a brilliant watchmaker called John Harrison. His H4 chronometer was invented in the 18th Century and was used by Captain Cook on his last two voyages of discovery in the 1770s. Captain Bligh, who was a brilliant navigator and was on Captain Cook’s last voyage, would also have used a sextant and chronometer to navigate in the open ships boat after he and some of the crew of the Bounty were set adrift following the mutiny.”

Mr. Pettit said that Shackleton might have also used a technique called dead reckoning: “Another way of navigating is by dead reckoning. You know your starting point, and by trailing a patent log line over the stern of the boat and following a compass course you can check your speed and calculate the distance traveled from the log line, albeit not necessarily in a straight line, especially in a sailboat! So you need to make corrections to your position quite often and each time you change course, to allow for wind and current pushing you off your course line. Dead reckoning was often used by solo sailors before the invention of GPS to compare their sextant position to their dead reckoning position. Their real position would often be somewhere between the two!”

 

Ships and Sails

As with the Vikings, Shackleton’s equipment consisted of more than navigational tools. First of all, Shackleton’s vessel was not built for crossing such large areas of water. Remember, his ship was a lifeboat, not an expedition boat. But Shackleton had taken steps to make his lifeboat more seaworthy in the rough polar seas.

 

Mr. Pettit explained: “I know that Shackleton was a very good planner and always had safety paramount in his mind. He is after all well known for not losing a man in the course of his expeditions unlike many other explorers, Captain Scott for instance, who lost many expedition members and his own life on his final attempt to reach the South Pole. The open boat journey to South Georgia was especially well planned, and one of the major changes Shackleton made was to cover over the open decks with board to provide some shelter for the crew and also to prevent the small boat being swamped by giant waves. After all, he was crossing the latitudes of the Southern Ocean where there are no continental land masses slowing down the wind which whistles round the planet without let-up, often building up very large seas.”

The James Caird was an English-built lifeboat designed as a lighter version of the standard British lifeboat, and was a double-ended whaler. The boat had been modified by the carpenter Harry McNeish under Shackleton’s and Frank Worsley’s orders long before, when the Endurance had been trapped in pack ice, because they knew the pack ice would not break up and they would perhaps need to perform a long-distance sea journey.

To reinforce the boat, they raised the prow and stern much higher, and also raised the sides of the boat up to 15 inches higher. They also reinforced the bottom with bits of copper and other spare metal. On Elephant Island they added over 1,000 kilograms of ballast – rocks, boulders and debris – to keep the boat upright. They further modified the boat by making an almost tent-like structure out of a mixture of raw materialsuch as board and planks, covered with canvas and treated with a waterproof mixture of seal blood, oil paint, and candle wicks.

It was a good thing that they did this, because as Shackleton describes here, the James Caird faced incredible danger:

“I called to the other men that the sky was clearing, and then a moment later I realized that what I had seen was not a rift in the clouds but the white crest of an enormous wave. During twenty-six years’ experience of the ocean in all its moods I had not encountered a wave so gigantic. It was a mighty upheaval of the ocean, a thing quite apart from the big white-capped seas that had been our tireless enemies for many days. I shouted ‘For God’s sake, hold on! it’s got us.’ Then came a moment of suspense that seemed drawn out into hours. White surged the foam of the breaking sea around us. We felt our boat lifted and flung forward like a cork in breaking surf. We were in a seething chaos of tortured water; but somehow the boat lived through it, half full of water, sagging to the dead weight and shuddering under the blow. We bailed with the energy of men fighting for life, flinging the water over the sides with every receptacle that came to our hands, and after ten minutes of uncertainty we felt the boat renew her life beneath us.”

Sails were a huge advantage of Shackleton’s boat. Although Shackleton had a very small boat, he was able to use his sails to an advantage because he could sail in any direction. As Mr. Pettit told me, “The James Caird‘s gaff mainsail and triangular foresail made her easier to sail into the wind” than the single square sail of Viking times.

Food and Warmth

By Shackleton’s time, people knew what caused scurvy and how to prevent it: lots of vitamin C. Although vitamin C was hard to come by on the open ocean, Shackleton knew that raw seal meat – like the gruesome cuts on the right – contained lots of vitamin C. As Mr. Pettit said to me, “I’m pretty sure that Shackleton was better off on all counts than the Vikings, not least in providing sufficient vitamin C to ward off scurvy.”Seal meat

 

As for keeping warm and dry, there simply was no such thing among Shackleton’s tiny crew. Their clothing had not been changed for seven months. It was soaked with salty seawater, and rubbed their legs raw. Shackleton and his men had not prepared for being on the open ocean so long. The clothes he had taken were intended for trekking across Antarctic ice and snow, so his experience was like you wading around in an alpine lake in your ski clothes.

 

Shackleton’s Other Advantages

Finally, Shackleton had technology that the Vikings might never have dreamed of: the ability to predict the weather. “I think Shackleton had some expertise on board for weather forecasting which would not have been available to the Vikings. Shackleton’s men would have had the use of a barometer for measuring air pressure and would have understood its significance in forecasting bad weather. They would also have been able to interpret cloud formations and not least squall clouds which in themselves can be very dangerous.”

 

3. Who Would Have Completed the Voyage Better: the Vikings or Shackleton?

 

My friend Mr. Pettit believes that Shackleton would have done better than the Vikings on all accounts in sailing to South Georgia Island from Elephant Island, even though he respects the Vikings for their abilities of their time. “On balance,” Mr. Pettit said, “I think Shackleton would, and indeed did, make a safer and easier passage to South Georgia than the Vikings could ever have done.”

One factor that may have been in Shackleton’s favor was the temperature. The average temperature for Iceland around where the Vikings lived is about 6° C. The average temperature for South Georgia Island is -7° C. This means that Vikings taking Shackleton’s route would have had a rude shock.

As for navigation, I think Shackleton and the Vikings may have been tied. Shackleton had better equipment, but Vikings had many more methods that could be used in almost any situation. “Modern navigators using GPS are certainly not as good at navigating as Captain Cook, Captain Bligh or Captain Worsley even though they know exactly where there are 24/7,” Mr. Pettit said. “What would happen if the GPS system went down for several weeks? They would have to get out their sextants and chronometers and I’m sure these are still carried on most ocean going vessels today. But can they use them? I’m sure their positions would be pretty inaccurate until they had used the sextant again and again. So to answer the question, I think the Vikings were better navigators as they used all their senses and lived more at one with the ocean.”

Shackleton definitely had the advantage with ship structure, because his vessel was modified for long distance travel in rough seas, including being covered. The James Caird’s sails also would have worked better when sailing into the wind than a Viking ship’s because of their shape.

I think Vikings had a huge advantage when it came to staying warm and dry, because they wore naturally warm and dry clothing such as wool and animal hides, while Shackleton wore clothes that were not intended for ocean travel.

As for food, I am not sure who had the advantage, because the Vikings could have caught seals like Shackleton did. They might not have known that they were preventing scurvy in the process, but they would have been able to do so.

Who would have done it better? The world will never know. But we do know that both the Vikings and Shackleton were excellent seafarers, and they both tackled rough seas and new lands.

 

A special thanks to my family friend Geoffrey Pettit, for taking his time to answer my many questions about Shackleton and the Vikings in such helpful detail.

 

Bibliography

 

Images (in order of appearance):

 

Photo of Shackleton’s crew launching the James Caird:

http://www.gutenberg.org/files/5199/5199-h/images/054.jpg

 

Picture of Geoffrey Pettit’s book: http://www.amazon.com/Drop-Ocean-Geoff-Pettit/dp/0956298419

 

Map of Viking travels: http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s_pT5Men_jM/TXO8mJrJIDI/AAAAAAAAAeg/ae7s3ET4Jpw/s1600/Routes%2Bof%2Bthe%2BVikings.jpg

 

Picture of sun compass:

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Picture of sunstone:

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/1/14/Silfurberg.jpg

 

Picture of longship: http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcR1AX1T2QaYsotHC4s6ry802NbClqo8usH4pvIUT9

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Picture of Shackleton’s chronometer:

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/8/89/Mercer_chronometer_used_by_shackleton.png

 

Picture of sextant:

http://www.daviddarling.info/images/sextant.jpg

 

Picture of dead reckoning:

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Frostbite and all the icky side effects

by: Natalie Parkhurst

 

In the frigid Arctic, two men hurry across the snowy plain. Fingers going numb, one takes off his gloves, to find the skin black and blue, frozen to the bone. Frostbite. Frostbite is the freezing, or death of skin cells when exposed to freezing temperatures. When the body is exposed to temperatures too cold for the human body to handle, the core must be protected, so circulation is cut off from fingers, toes, your nose, and other areas, all to keep the major organs warm.

Frostbite

There are three degrees of frostbite:

First degree:

  • White skin
  • numb
  • can be treated
  • outer layers frozen
  • inner layers warm

Second degree:

  • white or blue
  • hard or frozen to touch
  • hard to treat
  • permanent damage more likely
  • need professional help

Third degree:

  • hard, frozen skin
  • blue or white coloring
  • blisters, swelling
  • cold all throughout area

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This is what frostbite looks like. The

discoloration and swelling are common for frostbite victims.

How to Prevent:

To prevent frostbite, stay out of the cold. On frigid days, bundle up, or don’t go outside. Don’t venture out in freezing weather when wet, and put a hat on to preserve your body heat. Bring extra clothes on camping, hiking, or backpacking trips, or anywhere you know you will be a while without access to home. Wear layers of clothing, so you can always take something off or put something on, depending on the conditions. These and many more are ways to help prevent frostbite, so you don’t have to treat it in the first place.

How to Treat:

If you happen to get frostbite anyways, then treating it is simple, but must be done with haste. This is for first and possibly second degree frostbite. If very severe, you must get professional help.

  • use direct heat such as a heater, or a warm tub.
  • remove wet items and clothing from frostbite victim.
  • do not thaw the affected area, for that could cause permanent damage.
  • Warming can take up to 40 minutes.

Anybody can get frostbite. But there are some people who are more prone to receiving it, such as snowboarders or skiers. Soldiers assigned to cold areas, the extremely old or young, smokers, and homeless people. These people are more likely to have frostbite, for they are surrounded by the cold, or have constricted blood vessels. Take precautions, and dress appropriately in severe weather.

A little thing, like frostbite, can lead to a much bigger problem, such as amputation. As you can see, frostbite is serious and dangerous, and will be severe if not treated immediately. But if you use common sense, then you can avoid treating it, by not letting it happen.