Reflections | Artwork and Stories | Class Elevator and Crops
 

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Reflections
What Stories Do We Have To Tell? This is the question that started it all.

The task of trying to tell the story of the disappearing grain elevators was a challenging one for many reasons. First of all many of the students had no idea what a grain elevator was. Some thought it was a way of carrying grain to a supermarket while others thought it was a place where pioneers made their bread.
Trying to learn about grain elevators and their forgotten stories was a challenge for both the students and myself because most of the grain elevator resources are written for farmers and those familiar with farming. Most resources are either about the mechanical aspects or are simply photos of structures that have long since been destroyed.

GREAT TASKS ARE HARD FUN

I was presented with the question…do I give up and develop work sheets that explain the workings of a grain elevator and call it a day? Do I narrow their exposure down to the one or two books and web sites that I felt they could understand? What do I really want them to get out of this enquiry now that I am faced with so few suitable resources?

All I had to do was show the children the books and photos and the questions and comments started to fly; "They are so tall! Why are they so tall? They are brightly coloured. Why are they brightly coloured? What do the words say on the side of the building? What do the words mean? What were the buildings used for?
I literally watched the inquiry start to unfold with very little help from me.

Then there came a time when it was my turn to pose some questions. I asked them why so many of the children's picture books about the prairies had illustrations of grain elevators, however so few of them had ever heard of or seen grain elevators themselves? What might this mean? Where have the grain elevators all gone? Why are they gone? What do the farmers do with the grain now?

GREAT TASKS ARE AUTHENTIC

The fact that we had done a great deal of talk and inquiry around family artifacts, gave the students an appreciation for heirlooms, historical objects and buildings, and their stories. They understood that stories can be lost and history forgotten. This allowed them to ask the necessary question for our grain elevator inquiry. "How will we keep the story of the grain elevator alive for future generations if there are no grain elevators left to paint, photograph, visit, and write about?"
They had each written stories, taken photographs and drawn pictures of their own family artifacts so the natural progression and obvious connection for them was to write about and paint grain elevators. So that is what we did.

A concept that is difficult for children of this age to grasp is the passing of time. This enquiry helped them to understand this concept with certainty. One grade two child wrote about a grain elevator who loved when a farmer brought his grandson to drop off the grain every Saturday. "I love seeing James and his Grandpa come and drop off their grain….Now I am getting old. James's Grandpa died last Summer. James still comes and drops off his grain. I see James and his son now every Saturday. My paint is peeling off. I am starting to fall down. I'm still standing though. I hope I do not fall down. I want to see James's son grow up."
Without a doubt this child understands.

GREAT TASKS REACH BEYOND THE CLASSROOM

"How will we keep the story of the grain elevator alive for future generations if there are no grain elevators left to paint, photograph, visit, and write about?" This is a HUGE question for a child of 5 or 7yrs. Was I burdening them with issues and concerns that were too advanced for them to comprehend? Again I asked myself if I should just have them paint a few pictures and call it a day.
And then like a higher power was at work we met Walter. He was the subject of a newspaper article about building a legacy for the grain elevator. He wanted to talk to anyone who shared his vision. So Spencer (Grade One) made the call. right from our classroom. "Hello Mr. Danylak, we need to meet with you to talk about grain elevators. Can you come next Thursday afternoon?" Short and to the point. Spencer meant business. This was important stuff.

GREAT TASKS INVOLVE CONSTRUCTION AND EMPOWER LEARNERS.

When Mr. Danylak came to our school after our field trip to the Grain Academy he brought with him a model of a grain elevator museum that he and a group want to build in High River. The kids were fascinated. They were excited to show him their own 8 foot tall grain elevator that the older kids in our school helped them build in our reading corner. Walter watched them draw grain elevators and admired the water colour paintings they had done. He shared the photographs that he had taken of the few remaining grain elevators in our province. Aaron (grade one) in turn proudly shared the photograph that he had taken on his way home from a skiing holiday of a grain elevator at sunset. When Walter explained that the grain elevator museum would not be built out of wood (so that it would not burn down) it was Aaron who stood up and boldly asked "WHAT'S THE POINT THEN!" He expressed that it was very important for the grain elevator museum to look exactly like the real thing. Once Walter explained that they were going to use siding that looked like real wood, Aaron was content again.

GREAT TASKS ARE COLLABORATIVE

I was working on this enquiry with a grade one/two class. Their abilities and interests varied greatly and over the course of the enquiry I acquired three new students who needed to be brought up to speed and inspired. In fact it was the other students who invited the new students into the inquiry with very little help from me. Their excitement and enthusiasm was contagious.

I knew that one grade one boy understood about the importance of preserving history when he wrote in his grain elevator story "I am a grain elevator…now my friends have been torn down but I have been turned into a museum. The grandson is grown up. He is a farmer now. He tells children about when he was a little boy." He understands the word "story" is embedded in the word "history"
Another grade one child wrote "I still stand but I know that I am the next to be knocked down. I am not ready" This is a very profound statement for a child of 7 to make.

GREAT TASKS DEVELOP HABITS OF MIND

Through the writing of the grain elevator stories the children learned how to look at a problem from different perspectives. They learned that they needed to investigate why grain elevators were being torn down. They needed to look at all angles. The children had to find out for themselves why and how grain elevators burn to the ground and that most were torn down to prevent these fires from happening. I couldn't just tell them.

They initially wanted to get on board with a community group and save a grain elevator in a small town but then decided that maybe saving the actual structure wasn't such a good idea…after all that is what Walter's High River group did and then the "saved" grain elevator burned down in the end anyway…endangering the entire town. They decided that perhaps Walter's idea of building a grain elevator replica museum would be a safer alternative that they could support. In order to come to this conclusion they needed to understand all the factors.

In the beginning I was worried about imposing my own passion for grain elevators on the children. I did not want the enquiry to be politically driven. In the end they each took out of the enquiry what they were ready to take out of it.

Some left with a simple understanding of the role grain elevators played in pioneer life and our province's history. And others left with a more profound understanding of how important it is to preserve this history. Most of the children left feeling empowered by the thought that their voice, their journey, and their stories can genuinely contribute to shaping the future for the next generation of learners.

Most of all this enquiry has taught all the students that everyone and everything has a story and that it is these stories that connect the present to the past and help us look wisely at the future.

Jennifer George
Grade One/Two teacher
Prince Of Wales Elementary School

A PARENTS PERSPECTIVE

"It's a rare thing to see one's children come home from school every day with that same passion. Since their class started their Galileo project, my son has been inspired to write more prolifically, think more deeply, and become more creative with his artwork. It has challenged him at the level he's ready to tackle, while prompting him to stretch beyond. The project has also cleverly tapped into his natural curiosity, such as he's eager to explore more each day and has made the project's cause his own. He even wants to lobby the government on its behalf. He's excited, his teacher's excited, and so am I. With this project, my song isn't learning because he has to—he's learning because he wants to. I think Galileo is on to something"—Marie Stevens, parent of a Grade 1 student.


 

Artwork and Stories
Spencer | Meghan | Aaron | Matthew | Holly | Myah
 

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We are the young children of this generation. Our story speaks on behalf of the few remaining grain elevators in this province. Alberta's old wooden grain elevators hold many stories from our past: stories of our ancestors and their pioneering spirit. Every time we destroy another old elevator we loose a precious part of our Western Heritage.

I am an old Alberta grain elevator and this is my story. Before I was here the town was flat. Now I stand over the other buildings. I show people the way home. I am a signpost of the prairie.

I stand in the sunset. Wheat surrounds me. I stand tall and proud. Some people call me Prairie Giant. Other people call me Prairie Castle.
Before I was a grain elevator I was a tree and a farmer cut me down and built me. I was built with wood and nails. I was built for a Province that has lots of grain. I am yellow and orange. I am 90 feet tall. Now that's tall! I can store 25,000 bushels of grain.

I fill the world with grain and this is how I do it. Trucks come to dump grain onto my scale. Then the worker scoops a little bit of grain and weighs it. The rest of the grain is stored in my annex. Then the worker pays the farmer and the farmer goes to buy his groceries. My job is babysitting grain. My other job is sorting grain. I like my job. Really I do!

Every Saturday I love seeing Tom and his Grandpa come and drop off their grain. I feel so hungry when the trains come and take my grain, but I am happy because children get cereal and bread to eat.

The sun shines on me. People drive past me. I've lost my name because my paint is peeling off. I don't know what's going to happen to me because all of my friends are collapsing. I know I am the next to be knocked down. I'm not ready.

Tom's Grandpa died last summer. I'm starting to fall down. I'm still standing though. Tom still comes and drops off his grain with his son every Saturday. I hope I do not fall down. I want to see Tom's son grow up.

I am a very important part of history. There are more things to learn about me. I hope that I will be standing forever. If not the history will be forgotten. History is grain elevators. History is a second ago. History is everything. I am an old Alberta grain elevator. Please don't forget my story.

Keep the legacy of the wooden grain elevator alive so that we the children can remember.

 

   

I am a grain elevator and this is my story. Before I was born, there were thousands of wheat fields. My owner is Alberta Wheat Pool.
I am 80 feet tall. Now that is tall! My friend is Arrowwood. He is 77 feet tall.
Most of my friends are gone because of people or fires. My favorite farmer is Tom.
He always brings me lots of grain. When the grain is gone I am sad.
I still stand but I know I am the next to be knocked down.
I am not ready.

--Spencer Grade 1 [back to top]

   

I am a grain elevator. This is my story.
I was born in 1912. My name is Airdrie. Some people call me prairie giant. Other people call me prairie castle.
A farmer named Markus the farmer built me out of wood.
Before I was here the town was flat. I am bright red. I stand over the other buildings. I show people the way home.
Every Saturday I love seeing James and his Grandpa come and drop off their grain. I love gobbling grain up. The grain goes in to my tummy. Then the grain goes on to my arm. My arm drops the grain into the train barrels.
I can store 25,000 bushels of grain. I am 70 feet tall.
I feel so hungry when the train come and takes my grain. But I am happy because children get cereal and bread to eat. My job is important.
Now I'm getting old. James's Grandpa died last Summer. James still comes and drops his grain off. I see James and his son with him every Saturday.
My paint is peeling off. I'm starting to fall down. I'm still standing though. I hope I do not fall down. I want to see James's son grow up.

--Meghan Grade 2 [back to top]

   

I am a grain elevator. This is my story. I was built in 1950. I was built from wood. People come to see me.
I am 25 feet long. My name is Megrath.
My job is babysitting grain. My other job is sorting grain. Trains come to pick up the grain. I can store 25 000 bushels of grain. I like working.
Now my friends have been torn down but I have been turned into a museum.
The grandson is grown up. He is a farmer now. He
tells children about when he was a little boy.

--Aaron Grade 1 [back to top]

   

I am a prairie giant. This is my story.
I was born in 1917. I have more grain. I am red.
Before I was here the town was flat. Now I am the biggest thing in the town.
I used to work but now I don't work. I liked when I worked because a farmer named Bob
brought me 25000 bushels of grain and filled my tummy up.
My grain goes onto my arm and drops into a train cart. After the train leaves I still have some grain that I have to babysit.
I am 75 feet tall so I can hold more grain than some other grain elevators.
I don't know what's going to happen to me because all my friend's are collapsing. People might turn me into a museum like one of my surviving friends. Then kids can learn about history.
History is grain elevators. History was a second ago.
History is everything.

--Matthew Grade 2 [back to top]

   

I am a grain elevator. This is my story.
I am a happy grain elevator, standing by my friends.
Most people drive by as we see the changes go by.
We are happy grain elevators.
We are all friends.

My farmer is Ben Hanson.
I was born in 1918. I am red.
Most of my friends have been torn down.
The sun shines on me. People drive passed me.
I wish my friends did still stand beside me.
I am a very important part of history.

--Holly Grade 1 [back to top]

   

I am a grain elevator. This is my story.
Long ago in Drumheller, dinos roamed the earth.
After the ice age the land under me was dry, flat prairie. My mom is Alberta and my dad is Wheat Pool.
I was born in 1897. I was named after the town of Drumheller. I am fifty feet tall.
I am bright green and purple.
A lot of people come here and I baby-sit the grain for them. I put the wheat to sleep in my buckets. The grain stays in my annex.
My favorite farmer is farmer Brown.
My second favorite farmer is old MacDonald.
I baby-sit the grain while he's in Manitoba to pick up his very very long train.
As the years pass, I get older and older. I am losing my paint. It's chipping off.
Some kids and older people leave one by one now.
I've lost my name because the paint is falling off.
I'm in a silent quiet town but some of the same farmers still come.
There are more things to learn about me.

--Myah Grade 2 [back to top]

 
Class Elevator and Crops

The children decided that a grain elevator wasn't a grain elevator without grain. My mother in law was kind enough to go out to Tom and Ruth's farm in Arrowwood Alberta and collect some seeds for us during harvest. Using a grow light in the classroom the children were amazed at how quickly their wheat, barley and canola plants grew.

"Before I start planting I need to put dirt in the pot. Next I dig a hole in the dirt and next I put the seeds in the hole and cover it in dirt. And there is a grow light and it is like the sun in Pioneer times. My biggest plant is 4 and a half inches and it looks like a forest." (Alannah)

The children kept a plant journal where they recorded the growth of their plants. "At the top of the canola it is green and the bottom is white. All my plants are pointing towards the sun." (Christian)

"My biggest plant is a dead plant because it is getting too big for its pot." (Alannah)

Unfortunately, as sometimes happens with any good farmer, we had some difficulty with our crop.

"The Canola is being watered today because it wasn't watered for 5 days over the long weekend. Some of my plants are 14 inches. I am worried the plants won't have enough room for their roots." (Laura)

We had a bit of a drought over Spring Break. "Our plants died (over Spring break) because they can only last 5 days without water." (Christian) "The Canola was really dead today. It looked really really really dead."(Alannah)

We decided to re-plant the seeds so that they would be ready to transplant into the school yard after the May long weekend. The children decided that the original canola plants were too crowded and the original wheat and barley plants were not crowded enough so they made some adjustments.

" So we are going to plant new ones. We have to plant fewer canola seeds and more barley and wheat seeds next time." (Christian)

With some fresh soil and with our minor adjustments our plants are off to a better start. Hopefully this time we will be able to transplant them into the field outside. "My plant is already 15cm tall. I can't believe it! Last time when we planted it was only 8cm. Tall" (Myah)

CLASS GRAIN ELEVATOR
We owe our Assistant Principal and Grade 5/6 teacher Mr. Lambert and 6 of his students a huge thank you for the beautiful 8 foot tall grain elevator that they built in our classroom. Two of the younger students helped with the taping and we decorated the finished product but it wouldn't have been possible without the help we got from our older buddies.


The class named the elevator Pioneer Of Wheat (POW) which also is the acronym for our school Prince of Wales. They love to use it as a quiet reading area and will be sad to leave it at the end of June. "It makes me feel like we are in the prairies when we read inside the grain elevator" (Meghan and Laura)
"It is like a landmark right inside our classroom" (Meghan)
"It is a signpost that tells people they are in room 9" (Laura)


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