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A Primitive Encounter Jasmine Marie
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2010 by Jasmine Marie
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Sassie Goolie stood in line at the local movie theater, waiting to see the Saturday afternoon matinee. Her long hair flowed behind her, swept up in a bun. She carried on her person: a large black purse filled with candy bars, a small container of chicken, and a plastic bag of Hawaiian punch. The line moved slowly, though she was one of a few patrons, standing in line, waiting to see the movie. She was in town, a two-hour drive from home, to see the latest picture starring her favorite actor. The reviews had been dismal, at best, but Sassie considered herself faithful to the man whom she always looked forward to seeing up on the big screen. A small tap on her shoulder awakened her senses.
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Jerry Vilhotti
© Copyright 2009 by Jerry Vilhotti
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That late summer night when Johnny was returning from his last class in world literature from a college in mid-Manhattan, which was once an armory were the "Fighting Sixty-ninth" came out of led by Jimmy, "Hell's Kitchen" where Johnny had interned as a social worker playing pool with guys who would become The Westies killing as easily as made mob guys some of whom came from the East Bronx where Johnny was born coming in on a crash landing the day before Christ was born, Cagney who at first was afraid of dying but then proceeded to win the first world war all by himself, discussing writers like Conrad, Joyce, Hardy, Pirandello....
| Ella And Her Magic Bubbles
Nicole Breanne
© Copyright 2009 by Nicole Breanne
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In the middle of trendy Abu Dhabi, at a Beer Garden I found peace and tranqulity through the haze of bubbles and the eyes of a beautiful 18-month old girl. Ella, which in Greek means torch, but to me it means the light that led me to peace....
| Bringing Joy To Children
Dale Fehringer
© Copyright 2009 by Dale Fehringer
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Being a professional Santa requires training, dedication, and perseverance. The hearty souls who take up this age-old profession are subject to long hours and hard, often-unpleasant work, but they also experience a unique opportunity to bring joy to the lives of children.
Being a professional Santa requires training, dedication, and perseverance. The hearty souls who take up this age-old profession are subject to long hours and hard, often-unpleasant work, but they also experience a unique opportunity to bring joy to the lives of children....
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My Service in the Ukrainian Division Bohdan Chambul Translated from the Ukrainian by Fr. Taras Dusanowskyj
© Copyright
2009 by Bohdan Chambul
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This is the story of a young Ukrainian man's experiences during World War II. Part of it is in the first person, then the third person (he is Bohdan) The disconnection is the result of the translations from Ukrainian.
The Ukrainians were caught between a rock and hard place during WWII - those being Stalin and Hitler. There were significant hardships that the author endured, which he did not include in this account. After the war he managed to take his parents to England. From there, they immigrated to Canada, where his sister had taken up residency. He later married a woman who was also a Ukrainian immigrant and they had two sons.
With the arrival of the Germans in Ukraine in the summer of 1941, the conscription of workers, young boys and girls, began for work in Germany and Austria....
| My Father and the Wonders of Nature
Mary McIntosh
© 2009 by Mary McIntosh
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As a young child, I first learned a love of nature from my father.
Wherever we lived he always had a garden. Because he believed grass was for parks, each spare piece of earth was covered with flowers. In winter, anticipating the spring to come, he planted bulbs – tulips, snowdrops, and crocuses. When summer arrived, roses, sunflowers, cornflowers and carnations abounded, and when the leaves began to fall, chrysanthemums and asters filled his garden. He tended them all with loving care, so there would always be flowers for Mother to enjoy....
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Wrong-Way Boat am Danube Isabel Bearman Bucher
© Copyright 2009 by Isabel Bearman Bucher
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When I was a brand new teacher, way back when, I listened to one of my co-workers describe something called a “home exchange.”
“Home indeed,” she chuckled as we shared recess duty. “They had our little house for a month, and we had their family castle in Devon. While it was a ‘little castle,’ so to speak - a castle is a castle. It was complete with Waterford crystal and Wedgewood china for everyday, thank you very much!”
I tucked that idea away, and three decades later, when the kids grew up and the beloved dogs died of old age, husband Bob and I joined a home exchange organization. We began to live the lyrics of that wonderful old 1961 song, “Moon River,” sung by Andy Williams - “two drifters, off to see the world.”...
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