Town Meetings

Town Meetings
I grew up going to town meetings with Grandma Sue. Every Thursday Grandma would drag me along with her to the meetings. Afterwards, she would always buy me ice cream at Karl?s Ice Cream. I loved our time at the ice cream shop, but hated the meetings. But by the time I was old enough to make my own decisions, I couldn?t bring myself to tell Grandma that I didn?t want to go to the meetings. So I just went along with her.









Grandma's House

Grandma's House
Joey and Mary Alice Dowdel had to go to their grandma?s for the summer.Down there is a place called The Coffee Pot Cafe where people go to swap gossip and tall talk. Joey and Mary Alice went there to hear what people were talking about. They heard people talking about a guy named Shotgun Cheatham. When they went back to there grandma?s house they asked her who Shotgun Cheatham was and she replied with, ?Just a poor smelly man who got his name from accidently killing a cow as a young boy but he?s dead now.? Later on a reporter that was going door to door was at grandma?s front door to ask her if she knew how Shotgun Cheatham got his name and she lied saying, ?He got his name in the war from U.S Grant.? She also told the reporter that Shotgun was poor and never married. Grandma told the reporter to go down to the Coffee Pot Cafe and tell people that its going to be Shotgun?s last night above ground and that they?re invited. It was like Open House. Later on Shotgun was in her front room in a coffin. The people from the Coffee Pot Cafe were fully engaged for the rest of the summer.









Grandma

As I drifted down the hallway, it seemed endless. With my stomach in my throat I walked. I could not feel my feet hitting the ground, nor notice anyone around me. I just walked. The smell of the place was intoxicating. It reminded me of insulin or disinfectant spray. I entered her room; it was dark. The sound of beeping machines echoed in my ears. I walked to her bed. She was sleeping soundly. Her body was frail and looked as if she was bone covered with skin. She was weak and tired.









Comparing My Two Grandmothers

Comparing My Two Grandmothers
In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth; after that, He created grandmothers. If you want to talk about creating something in His own image, the grandmother is it. Remember as a child how ?God-like? she seemed to be? She was all knowing and all seeing. She could be gracious and forgiving, but the wrath of a grandmother is not something soon forgotten. I grew up with two grandmothers who lived fairly close to me, so I was able to spend a lot of time with them as a child. My grandmothers were very different in terms of appearance, personality, and background, but they did have similar Christian values and work habits.









The Holocaust- Creative Writing

The Holocaust- Creative Writing
My name is Eva Berlinski. I?m only 13 years old and I was brought up
in a Jewish family in Germany. My family and I were sent off to a
ghetto in February of 1944. We have only been here for five months,
but it seems like five years. So many awful things have happened here.









Grapes of Wrath

Grapes of Wrath
If you consider Ma Joad concrete then consider Pa limestone?
The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck, shows a whole family and their struggles. The grapes of Wrath is modeled after a biblical reference to the Israelites, god¹s chosen people. They also left their land, Egypt, and wandered into the desert for many years,searching in vain for a promised land, the land of milk and honey. A lot like the Israelites, many farmers in the middle of the country began migrating to California. The Joads I believe had no choice but to leave the dust bowl to find work. They also had to cross the desert and lost the life of Grandma Joad in the process.









Grandmother

The warm breeze of Turks and Caicos air moisturized my entire body as I emerged from the calm, clear Caribbean sea. The white baby powder sand had stuck to my feet and exfoliated the bottoms of them with every step I took. I remember the sunshine casting down fiercely on the hand made, straw tiki huts where my mother was sitting. I was so content and relaxed, spending my vacation in paradise.









Affordable Home Schooling

Maybe you understand now that you have made the leap to Homeschool and are getting ready to jump into the great world of teaching your children in your home. You are now a one-payroll family choosing to teach your son or daughter at home sweet home. Or possibly you are still in the choosing stage. Besides fully thinking about your child's happiness and if homeschooling is the correct direction for your child and which core curriculum to check out, the other thing on your cons...









Creative Writing: The Necklace

Creative Writing: The Necklace
Well, my story starts the same way that everyone else's does, creation. Only the way that I was created was probably a lot different to the way that you or anyone else was. I was created in a silversmith. Parts of me were dug out of the earth melted or cut and eventually all put together, in a way that someone wanted me. Therefore, unlike you, when I was created, people knew exactly what they were getting.









Interview With Marguerite Arotin, A Romance Writer In Ohio

Interview With Marguerite Arotin, A Romance Writer In Ohio
Interview With Marguerite Arotin, A Romance Writer In Ohio
Py: How did you get your pen name as Maruerite Arotin?

Marguerite: My real name is Dana but when I decided to write romance, I always knew Dana would be too unisex for the romance market. So I thought about my nickname. My grandma used to call me Daisy and my hubby eventually picked it up too. Marguerite is french for Daisy and I’m part French so I loved that ;-). Arotin was my late mother-in-law’s maiden name so I took the name in honor of her and plus it flowed nicely with Marguerite. I will be marketing all books under my pen name of Marguerite Arotin.

Py: When did you start reading romance novels?

Marguerite: It was just after I met my hubby that I picked up my very first romance novel. I think meeting someone so perfect for me taught me that true love does exist and that maybe those romance novels I always thought were so sappy could come true.