Colonial Basket Maker

Hi, for my job, I’m a basket maker. Colonists need many of them. There are no cans, plastic bags, or cardboard boxes. I make many different kinds of baskets. How do I make them? Well, to begin my work, a basket maker cuts down young trees with an ax. Ash, hickory, and willow trees work well. I cut the wood into long strips called splints. I soak the splints in water to make them bendable. Using a mallet, I flatten them once they are soft. I separate layers of wood with a large knife. Then, I flatten them again. Next, I weave the the baskets bottom. I turn up spokes, strips of wood, to form the basket’s sides. Then, I weave strips over and under the spokes in rows. Finally, I make the rim and handle. So, that’s how I make baskets.

Colonial Leaders

Who is Pocahontas?
Was the favorite daughter of Powhatan.
In 1613, she was kidnapped by the English.
Real name was “Matoaka, Rebbecca Rolfe.”
Was buried at St. George’s church in Gravesend at age of 22.
Was a Powhatan Native American woman.
“Pocahontas” was a nickname meaning “playful” or “mischievous one.”
Became known as Lady Rebbecca and was treated like a princess.
Was fascinated by John Smith and twice saved his life.
Married with John Rolfe, they had a son named Thomas Rolfe.
When she brought food and furs to Jamestown, the settlers did not starve because of her kindness.
That is Pocahontas.

The Zombie Nightmare

Once-upon-a-time I went to a pumpkin patch. I was just wandering around until my enemy showed up. “What are you doing here? I asked. “Well, I just wanted to be nice, you know”, she said sarcastically. “M-hmm. What’s that?”, I asked while pointing to a Sprite. “Oh, this? Just a gift. Here”, she said. “Thanks?!”, I said questionable. “K-bye!”, she said while turning away. I just stood there looking confused. “Oh well.” I said to myself. I drank the Sprite anyways. One minute later, I had a weird feeling, I was, a ZOMBIE! That’s when it hit me, it was a spell. I shrieked, “AHH!” Later on, I woke up. I checked myself. I was fine. “Whew!”, I said. “It was just a nightmare.” Everything was back to normal!

9-11 Reflections

It was a beautiful day in New york. Until everything changed. A plane crashed into one of the Twin Towers. Lots of people thought it was on an accident, until another one crashed. Then they thought it was on purpose, and it was! Later on, the World Trade Centers collapsed! It was a sad day in New york now.

Life in 5th Grade

I love all my classes so far. I feel confident in 5th grade. All of my teachers are nice. I like all the activities we do. I love lunch and recess so much. I’ve made new friends. 5th grade is awesome!