Our youngest little sister/daughter is turning 7 years old.
We are thankful that God has given us such a sweet little girl for a sister and daughter.
Elfrieda, may God bless your seventh year.
We love you.

We children always enjoy working with the ice that accumulates in front of our house.

The youngest two have been learning to rollerblade. (Thanks to some faithful big sisters {Bianca and Imelda})

And now, after some beautiful spring days, we received some snow.


Here is the second installment of my research paper. I hope you enjoy it.
Now Noah was facing a different dilemma. A dilemma of the same size as America’s misspelled words. He was the only one of his siblings that had gone beyond the basics of grammar school. His father had worked long hours at the weaving rack in order to prepare and send his son to college. (Myer) He even mortgaged the family farm in order to enable Noah to go to Yale College. In 1774, Noah had been off to college.
Now, a college graduate after four years, he wanted to further his education in law. The problem was that neither he, nor his parents could afford it. He became a teacher in 1779 in order to earn his way to becoming a lawyer. (Myer)
This decision brought him back to the world of grammar and spelling. The books that he was teaching out of were printed in England and they taught the old way of spelling besides the old definitions. However, Noah had a different vision. He wanted the children to learn in the American way. He wanted them to be learning the Biblical principles upon which their nation was founded. (Slater 12) He didn’t think that they should be learning out of British textbooks. (“Noah Webster“) Noah wrote an essay. This is what he did when he realized that something was wrong in society or politics. (Myer)
At the age of 25, he said, “For my own part, I frankly acknowledge, I have too much pride not to wish to see America assume a national character. I have too much pride to stand indebted to Great Britain for books to learn (sic) our children the letters of the alphabet…. America must be as independent in literature as she is in politics, as famous for arts as for arms: and it is not impossible but a person of my youth may have some influence in exciting a spirit of literary industry.”
He also thought that Americans should have their own dictionary. Moreover, they should have copyright laws to protect writers by not allowing others to copy their work and sell it. So after teaching for a year, Noah finished his studies in law. In 1781, he became a part of the bar in Hartford. (Myer)
Two years later, in 1783, he went back to teaching school. As he taught in Sharon, CT and Goshen, NY (Myer), he realized anew how deplorable things were for the schoolchildren. The room was poorly lit and poorly heated. However, the biggest problem lay with the textbooks and the way of teaching. He realized anew that America needed a reform in their schools. Noah decided that he would begin by writing new textbooks. Since he had always loved words, he decided to compile a speller. (Nordquist)
His mind wandered back to the day when he, a twelve-year old, had heard one of the little girls in school say, that he, Noah would write a book. The others had laughed at her but she had reason for her guess. The serious, red-haired boy had often been caught marking and changing their speller while he was supposed to be herding cattle. (Bailey 6) “Well, she’s right after all.” Noah thought as he embraced the task of composing a speller.
Although the speller had a hard start (Bailey 6), it was soon very famous. When Noah finally got someone to publish it in 1783 (Myer), it was soon being used all over the New World. The parents of the schoolchildren exclaimed over the low price, the schoolchildren over the pictures, and the schoolmasters over the fact that it would make teaching enjoyable. After all, who had ever paid fourteen cents for a book with beautiful pictures that made learning fun? (Bailey 6)
The speller (1783), the grammar (1784), the reader (1785) made up Parts I, II, and III of A Grammatical Institute of the English Language. These books, especially the “Blue-Backed Speller” were taken all over America in wagons, boats and horse saddles. (Slater 13) They accomplished a big part of Noah’s vision: A land united in the way it spelled and pronounced its words. (Bentley 177)
After publishing his speller, Noah opened a law office in Hartford. His passion for spelling kept surfacing and he spend more time going from town to town promoting his speller than he spent in his office. He also worked toward the usage copyright laws during this time. (Myer)
In 1789, Noah married “his Becca.” Rebecca Greenleaf was the daughter of a rich man from Boston (“Noah Webster“). On their wedding day,
They gently wagered “one flitch of bacon” to be paid to her if their first year of marriage should contain any untoward words of quarrelling. “Anniversary of our marriage, one year is past & no quarrelling, of course the Flitch of bacon is won…“ They wrote.
They had six daughters, one mentally challenged, and two sons in their 54 years of marriage. (“Noah Webster“)
Being a husband and father didn‘t keep Noah from working on his great work: The American Dictionary of the English Language. He wanted America to have its own language. Although English was derived from Great Britain, he wanted American English to be unique. He also wanted the whole country to spell words in the same way. (“Noah Webster“)
In order to compile the dictionary, Noah needed to know a lot of linguistics. He believed, according to the Bible, that all languages are derived from Chaldee, an Aramaic dialect. (Nordquist) By 1807, Webster had learnt 12 languages, and six years later, he knew 20 languages.(Slater 22) By the time he wrote the dictionary, Noah knew as many languages as the letters of the alphabet. (Kendall 64)
He laid the foundation for his great work with The Compendious Dictionary of the English Language. This was an expanded edition of the work of John Entick. (Slater 17)
In 1808, their daughters, Emily and Julia, attended revival meetings with their mother. All three testified to a change in their life or a new birth. Although Noah was opposed to the meetings at first (Slater 20), he eventually
yielded to the influence which could not be resisted or mistaken, and
was led by a spontaneous impulse to repentence, prayer, and entire
submission and surrender of myself to my Maker and Redeemer. My
submission appeared to be cheerful, and was soon followed by that
peace of mind which the world can neither give nor take away.
This peace of mind is evidenced in his dictionary. Noah included many Scriptures in it. (“Introduction“)
His own words about finishing the dictionary are as follows:
“I finished my Dictionary in January, 1825, at my lodgings in Cambridge, England. When I had come to the last word, I was seized with a trembling which made it somewhat difficult to hold my pen steady for writing. The cause seems to have been the thought that I might not then live to finish the work, or the thought that I was so near the end of my labours. But I summoned strength to finish the last word, and then walking about the room a few minutes I recovered.”
This Dictionary contained 70,000 words, a thousand to every one of Noah‘s years then. Each of these words was studied separately. This new dictionary contained twelve-thousand more words than the latest Johnson dictionary. It also contained 40,000 new definitions. (Bentley 178) Noah wrote all these definitions and words by hand.
By 1828, The American Dictionary of the English Language was ready to sell.(Slater 20) As it rolled off of the press, it was became the best dictionary of the English language in the New World as well as the Old. Noah’s lifework was complete. In the introduction, he wrote,
In my view, the Christian religion is the most important and one of the first things in which all children under a free government ought to be instructed… No truth is more evident to my mind than that the Christian religion must be the basis of any government intended to secure the rights and privileges of a free people…
Fifteen years after completing the dictionary, on May 28, 1843, the eighty-six year old genius who united America in spelling, died.
“Ar you havin a spelin B at yur hous tonite?” Does this look familiar? Although America benefited greatly from Noah Webster and his Dictionary, we seem to be losing our sense of correct grammar and spelling through computers and cell phones.
“Who needs to spell words correctly if the computer corrects them anyway?”
“What’s the big deal about capitalization?”
“Everybody does it this way.”
These seem to be our excuses for writing incorrectly.
Noah knew that the way we write defines where we come from. It also tells others how we think. If we spell words incorrectly, it shows that we don’t care about little details. However, if we pay attention to little things like capitalization, it shows that we watch details. “He that is faithful in that which is least is faithful also in much.” Luke 10:16
Noah Webster spent a lifetime to get people to write correctly. Are we going to throw away a life work without a second thought?
-Yesenia K. Unger-
Author’s note: Although Noah did host spelling bees, his school friends and their stories are fictional. I also took writer’s liberties in order to make things clearer.
Works Cited
Bailey, Carolyn Sherwin. “The Spelling Bee.” Child Life. Vol. 2, Issue 2, March 2001. 4-6
Bentley, G. E. “Noah Webster.” World Book Encyclopaedia. 1988
Kendall, Joshua. “The Man Who Defined America.” American History. Vol. 46, Issue 1, April 2011. 62-65.
Myer, Dr. Freeman. “Noah Webster’s Story” October 1987 http://noahwebsterhouse.org/discover/noah-webster-biography.htm
Noah Webster House. http://noahwebsterhouse.org/discover/noah-webster-history.htm
Nordquist, Richard. “An Introduction to Noah Webster.” http://grammar.about.com/od/words/a/noahwebsterfact.htm
Slater, Rosalie G. “Noah Webster Founding Father of American Scholarship and Education.” Forward to American Dictionary of the English Language.
“Introduction to the American Dictionary of the English Language.”
P.S. Thanks for all the comments. They truly encouraged me to keep on writing. 🙂
The following is a research paper that I wrote as an English assignment:
Working Towards Unity: Noah Webster
“Ar you havin a spelin B at yur hous tonite” 12-year-old Noah Webster read his friend’s note with difficulty. It was given to him on the way out of school. When he had finally made out what the note was supposed to say, Noah whistled.
“I already announced that we are going to have a bee tonight, but James sure won’t get along very far if he wants to spell in that style,” Noah thought to himself.
Webster’s friend James was not the only New England person that had difficulty with spelling.
New England truly was a land of new things. It was a new land, a new climate, a new culture to deal with, and many other things.
The Colonists had recently been liberated from Old England and they were determined to break all ties with the Old World. They not only wanted to be liberated, they wanted to be independent and they wanted their foundation to be built on the Bible. (Slater 12)
This included the way they spelt words. (Kendall 64) They thought that the British way was far too complicated. It used so many extra letters that no one knew how many letters a word had in reality. Since there were no established rules, every man did that which was right in his own eyes in regards to spelling.
Noah was determined that, some time in the future, all of America would be united, not only with a strong political government, but a strong grammatical government as well. (Kendall 64)
He spent his whole life working toward this goal. At first, it was a spelling bee for his school chums, then a speller for the second generation, and finally, a dictionary that is still being used.
Noah Webster Jr. was born in West Hartford, Connecticut on October 16, 1758. (Bentley 177) His parents, Noah Sr. and Mercy, welcomed their second son with joy. The two girls in the family, Mercy, nine, and 2-year-old Jerusha, loved to kiss and cuddle him. Seven-year-old , Abraham was proud of his little brother. When Noah was four, he became the big brother to little Charles. (Myer)
Like most little boys that turned seven, Noah started attending the one-room schoolhouse. (Myer) The schoolroom was cold and ever so bare: no colorful pictures adorned the walls, no maps showed the land boundaries, and the books were precious few. (Bailey 4)
By the time he was twelve, Noah keenly felt the need for a renewed way of teaching. (“Noah Webster”) Although he realized that “Education is useless without the Bible. (Noah Webster),” he also knew that he could change things for the better in the education program. He decided to start with a spelling bee.
After thinking and planning for quite a while, he approached his parents with a plan. If they would give their permission, he would invite his schoolmates to their home once a week for a spelling bee. (Bailey 4) They gave their permission. So the next Wednesday, Noah, Jerusha, and Charles invited their friends for a spelling bee and taffy pull.
“What’s a spelling bee?” The boys and girls asked.
“Just wait and see. I know you’ll enjoy it.” Noah replied.
That evening the countryside was filled with swinging lanterns and chattering children. They were on their way to the Webster home for the first spelling bee, and they were excited. “What would it be like?”
As they entered the main room of the house, they were greeted with the warmth and light of a blazing fire in the fireplace. In the middle of the room was a half-circle of chairs. (Bailey 4) Noah, Jerusha, and Charles directed the children to sit down on the chairs. There was much jostling, laughter, and visiting as the children found their seats. They were soon quieted, however, since Noah had gotten up and was about to begin speaking.
“I want to welcome every one of you to this first spelling bee. My brother, sister, and I have been looking forward to this event for a whole week and now it is finally here. I see that you are all have a seat, but in order to stay in the circle, you will need to be a splendid speller. I have a list of words here that are of the simplest sort. I will begin with Charles here. As soon as I have said a word, I want the rest of you to begin counting. Charles only has 10 seconds to spell each word. (Bailey 5)
Okay, Charles, how do you spell ‘well’?”
“W-E-L-L,” Charles replied.
“Wonderful. You may take the chair at the other end, and the rest of you may all move over one chair.”
The children obediently moved over. Now a little girl named Mary was on the chair beside Noah.
“D-O-G,” Mary spelt the word correctly but the others had just counted to ten.
“I’m sorry, but you will have to sit outside of the circle now. You didn’t spell it quickly enough.”
Somebody else had taken up the word from the other end of the circle and the ‘game’ progressed. For truly it was a game. (Bailey 4)The children enjoyed this much more than doing ‘school’.
Noah dictated for a whole hour. As the evening progressed, only the ones that had a knack for words stayed in the circle. Finally, only Noah’s sister, Jerusha was left. Noah had to wrack his brain to get her out of the circle. She had taken over many of the words that the others had spelt incorrectly. The children cheered and clapped. Yet, what else could they expect from the sister of a genius? (Bailey 5)
Now the children were visiting and laughing over the taffy pot. As Noah skilfully pulled his string of taffy out of the pot, he thought of the wonderful evening that they had had. He hoped it would inspire them to do their part in provoking a change for the better.
Later in life, when he came across a misspelled word, he would think about that first spelling bee and a smile would make its way across his thin face and light up his grey eyes. (Kendall 62) He remembered other spelling bees as well.
He had been teaching the new and difficult words for quite a while. He would walk over to the pine walls with a piece of charcoal in his hand, and started drawing. (Bailey 5) Some of the children enjoyed this part far more than the bee itself because Noah showed them his artistic talent here. First, he wrote one of the big words on the wall, making mention of the omissions and additions needed. After writing the definition on the wall, he drew a picture describing the word. Often the children did not even understand this strange word. These words took longer than the ones that just needed a ‘u’ omitted or another consonant added. These words needed a long explanation and more than one picture.
But Noah was not thinking how well he had drawn. Nor was he thinking of the scrubbing needed to get the charcoal off the walls. No, he was thinking of his friend James. James’ spelling had improved greatly with the spelling bees. However, he hadn’t progressed as far as Noah had hoped, as was proved by this bee. Someone had spelt ’color’ incorrectly and James thought he knew the correct way.
“C-O-L-O-U-R” James confidently punched out the letters. Immediately, the room burst into gales of laughter. James had spelled the word in the British way!
“Wh-what did I do wrong?” James asked after the laughter had subsided. “I thought I had done it correctly.” He looked so confused that another fit of laughter overtook the children.
Jerusha, who was sitting at the other end of the circle, took the word and spelt it correctly: Noah’s way. C-O-L-O-R. Noah had spent the most time on this word and words like it. He had told them over and over how to spell it. But James hadn’t remembered. That was his friend James.
To be continued in another post…
Your feedback and suggestions are welcome. (as always) 🙂
Early Monday morning, Daddy left to go to World of Concrete in Las Vegas. Horizon Contractors decided to take their guys there this year. We sorely missed him.
We decided to do somethings special when Daddy was gone, so on Tuesday we went to Grandma’s. All of Daddy’s family from around here came for the afternoon we had supper together. We children enjoyed playing Bump outside without sweaters.
On Wednesday, after piano lessons, we went to Janice’s. We got a big stack of new books from her bookstore. This happens about twice in a school year so it was very special. We also got our bunnies. Caster and Trixie, as the bunnies are named, settled into their new home remarkably well. Grandpa built a beautiful,vinyl rabbit hutch for us a few months ago and we are glad to have it occupied.
Our bunnies got so much attention the first few days (in fact they still do), that Mama was fear for their death. But as far as we can tell, they are healthy and well and helped pass a week without Daddy.
Daddy got home at around 2:00 a.m. Saturday morning. I made pancakes for breakfast and we spent a lot of time around the table listening to his stories.
On the 12th of February we went shopping with Groszmama. We spent quite a bit of time in the fabric store and the second-hand store. 🙂
On Thursday, we children stayed home with Groszmama while Mama and Daddy went to Lethbridge. Since we children had stayed home so often and would stay home again the next day, Mama and Daddy brought us a gift. After a few guesses (the last one successful of course) Mama presented the Perplexus Original and the Perplexus Epic. How exciting! We had been wanting one ever since on of our little friends borrowed his Perplexus Rookie to us. Thank you, Isaiah.
By way of explanation, Perplexus created a series of mazes in a ball. There is a small marble in the ball that must be guided along a track, through holes, along tightropes, etc. Visit perplexus.net for more details.
On Friday of that week, the boys, Elfrieda, and I stayed home while the rest went to Calgary. They got Groszmama’s passport and picked up a load of rubber shingles. We went to the library again, which was enjoyable.
On Saturday, we had an Unger breakfast in Grandma and Grandpa’s garage. The breakfast disco was scrumptious and the pancakes with homemade syrup were ‘finger-licken’ good. Ironically, Grandma and Grandpa weren’t even home. We got together to practice a song to sing at the Ordination. My Uncle Adolf was elected minister at Tween Valley Christian Fellowship and the Ordination was on Sunday evening.
Mama and Bianca took Groszmama to Vauxhall right after they finished their breakfast. Mama’s nephew and his wife that live in Vauxhall, took Groszmama the rest of the way. Our cousin and her little boys were flying to Mexico, and Groszmama flew with them.
It was sad to see Groszmama go, knowing that this could very well be the last time we will see her on this earth. Being humans, we cling to the hope that she’s healthy and will live a long time yet, but she is eighty-two, and getting older every day.

Yet I felt that it was just the right time for her to leave. We want to spend a lot of time with her, and yet, I was glad that we could be together as a family. Just us, and no one else. Through many good times and the bad ones as well, I’ve developed a friendship with my family, that I wouldn’t trade for anything, or anyone, else. We enjoy each other’s company so much. At times, we wish for friends near by. Bianca and I cleaned up our refrigerator this week and it was full. I told Mama that we had too many friends, but the problem is, they all live far away or they’re relatives. Not that we don’t enjoy being with our relatives, we love being with them, especially Janice and Nacho.
Sometimes we feel like Elijah, are we the only ones that believe like we do? Or will everyone leave us eventually like Jesus asked. Not that I doubt God’s leading in our lives. Mama and I were discussing it yesterday, and I told her, “There’s got to be something divine about this. Why else would our house not sell, our dream acreage get sold to someone else, and a pile of unusual circumstances come our way? I think God’s hand is in all of this.” one day we’ll look back and think, “So that’s why God did it the way He did. That’s why we didn’t feel led to do what everyone else did and thought we should do and vice versa.”
Thankful for the Divine Hand that guides, Yesenia.
P.S. I was going to edit this post before I published this, now here I looked and it was posted.
Did God want you to read this without the editing?
After leaving Cheyenne, we headed back on the I-25. It was a sunny day and since it wasn’t very cold, it reminded us of Mexico. Everything was brown and leafless so the ice on the few ponds looked out of place. Actually the only ‘leaflessness’ we saw was in the dried up riverbeds where a few trees manage to survive.
This scenery changed drastically as soon as we hit the I-90. It brought us the first falling snow we had seen. Just after we had transferred to the I-90, we stopped for lunch in Sheridan. Our waitress was the opposite of ‘a meek and quiet spirit’ and we found her a bit difficult. We were almost done eating when Edgar wanted a refill. She promised to bring him one but she didn’t bring it. Just as Edgar was about to repeat his request she remembered. “Oh, I forgot your drink, didn’t I. I’d forget my head if it wasn’t attached to my shoulders.” She gave us some fun. 🙂
Between Sheridan and Billings we had snow which turned into slush when it hit the road. But this didn’t slow us down too much. We reached Great Falls at around nine o’clock in the evening.
After a good night’s rest, we set out to do our monthly shopping. We like to do it in Great Falls once in a while because the pricing is so much better in the States. Since Groszmama can’t walk very fast and Mama wanted to spend time with her, the responsibility of shopping fell on me. I am not used to that so I got very tired that day. Needless to say, I was glad to head home.
Groszmama enjoyed watching the snow that fell on the first day that she was here. Obviously there’s not much snow in Texas.
We children stayed home on Friday when Mama and Daddy took Groszmama to Calgary. They went to make Groszmama’s passport. We enjoyed cleaning the house to surprise Mama and going to the library.

We children are anxiously waiting for our dear Daddy to come home. He has been working (or trying to work) in Saskatchewan all week. They didn’t have the best of weather or circumstances so they are coming home almost 2 days later than planned. He hopes to be home tomorrow around lunch.
Here Elfrieda and Leandro are polishing Daddy’s shoes. It’s special to do something for someone you miss!
Groszmama: The Low German way of saying, “Grandma”. To us it means an eighty-three year old lady who we highly treasure.
Groszmama is our maternal grandmother. Since she resides in Texas, we don’t get to associate with her very often. (Or at least not often enough for me). But since she needed a passport renewal, she came to visit us. Or actually, we picked her up in Wyoming.
On the 26th of January, we got up at 5:00 a.m to go to Wyoming. Tante Mariche, Tante Neta, our Cousin Beverly, and Groszmama were going to meet us in Cheyenne, Wyoming.
After an hour of getting ready, we left. We drove for about an hour, and then we got to the ‘ABC’ bridge. We call it that because that bridge has exactly 26 little bumps, that jolt the vehicle. Thanks to Mrs. Judy Robertson, we realized that we could say all the ABC’s while going across the bridge. Judy said that the engineer who designed the bridge, must have had children. 🙂
We also had an interesting experience at the Canadian/American border. When Daddy told the officer that there were 9 people in the van, he replied, “That’s a whole bunch of people.” When asked what we wanted to do in the States, Daddy replied that we wanted to get Groszmama. “What, you want to get more people to put in that van?” the officer responded. He also asked us what else we had in the van “besides a whole bunch of people”. Of course, he asked us more questions than that, but we remembered the ones with the characteristic, ‘whole bunch of people’.
We had wonderful weather on the way. Although we were wearing jackets at home, we hardly needed our sweaters when we got out of the van. In fact, we hardly saw snow except for in the scenic byway we took, which was mountainous. We saw quite a few bald eagles, which was a treat for us, since we don’t see very many back home.
Although we had a lot to listen to and read, the I-25 seemed to stretch, literally. I usually enjoy traveling but this time it felt as if the farther we went, the longer the road got. I told Mama that the towns we saw, sure got a lot of attention since there was nothing else to look at. It’s just bare land, a bunch of brush and a highway with a few twists and turns. You even wish for snow, since it’s so dry and grey.
At 9:00 p.m., we finally reached Cheyenne. We thought we would get there at around 7:00 p.m., but, as I said, the I-25 stretched. We were greeted by our two aunts, Beverly, and Groszmama. They had been at the motel since seven o’clock. We visited for about an hour and a half before going to bed. Tante Mariche is a born giver and we received a lot of little gifts from her.
In the morning, we had breakfast together before parting.
To be continued…
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