Structure of this Blog

Instead of providing a chronicled timely blow by blow description, this Blog is organized around significant events and personal observations over the past 25 years.  We will avoid hearsay and stick to things we have actually witnessed or have been a party to.  It is quite a melodrama without the intrusion of peanut gallery opinions of others.  Opinions of credentialed others, like Psychologists, Psychiatrists, the courts, etc, will be identified and in this Blog.  Think of being on the observation deck of a large building and watching the cars below.  Every so often, you will witness an accident below.  That's what we will attempt to describe and the way we will describe it.  Others may wish to comment, and that is allowed in the Blog.  Google provides the blog space and tools, for which we are grateful.

All the players will be identified by letters of the alphabet: A and B, whom you have already met.  Then there's us, SnoopyDo (him) and SnoppyDee (her), collectively, just Snoopy, the writers and only exceptions to the single letter rule.

The children, those whose lives were exposed to this train wreck of events, are C, D, E, F, G, H and I.  Listed in birth order with I as the youngest.

Non essential information is not given.  Ages of the children, when not a part of the story, will not be stated.

The reasons for this cloaking have been given in the introductory post.

We will attempt to make all individual posts complete and have a conclusion or a point.  When that can't be done, the post will be labelled Part 1 of 3, 2 of 3, etc.  Names of posts will be a topic or topics covered in the post.

Begin at the beginning

This is a story about Home Schooling Gone Very Bad..... so bad it will make you want to throw up.  The story starts 25 years ago when A (the guy) and B (the gal) got married.  As you can tell, the names have been disguised.  Why?  Because they (the persons A and B in the story) have enough trouble without you trying to figure out their true identities and make a mess out of their already complex lives.

The story starts when A and B decide to get married.  At the time we (Snoopy, the parents of one of A or B) did not know much about home schooling, and B was very intent on carrying out the program with her offspring, which she had not birthed yet.  We had no objection, of course, and assumed that a suitable education would be provided as was done to us by our parents.

So A and B get married and proceed to have children, one at a time, a new one each 15 to 24 months.