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The Pocket-Knife Calamity

An essay by Edith | 8/13/2007

Note: Based on a true story.

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Let the Waters Roar

Fiction by Edith | 7/28/2007

My two fictional heroes.

Captain Horatio Hornblower and Captain Jack Aubrey finally meet.

Chapter One
Admiralty Orders

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Grandpa Bill

A poem by Edith | 7/9/2007

I thought I saw you walking next to me, as I stepped upon the Chapel floor
Turns out I was wrong though, for what I saw was only the Chapel door.
I thought I heard your voice behind me, and so I quickly glanced around
But I was wrong once again… and the bare wooden pew was all I found.
I thought I saw your small red car, while we were on our way back home

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The Boy With The Basket

Fiction by Gregory | 7/2/2007

Once upon a time there lived a boy named Michael Grant, who was the youngest of three children. He was ten years old, and his two oldest sisters were sixteen, and twelve; their names were Philomena and Edith. He had a mother and father, whose names were Marie and Luke Grant. Michael also had a Saint Bernard dog, who was two and a half years old.

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The Frustrating Mistake

A poem by Edith | 6/23/2007

Tonight while singing the “Salve Regina” as I sat in the fourth pew
In front of me I heard a young lady; she sang and went flat, that I knew.
It went on and on, HOW out of tune it was! She just wouldn’t stop
Then she HAD to swing her rosaries against the kneeler with a “clop-clop”.

So I turned and I switched positions and counted my wooden beads,

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