Happy Friday!
It's a lovely 2nd day of September. A soft rain is pattering on the roof. Don't you just love rainy mornings? Of course if we get too much rain, I'm ready for sunshine, but since we haven't had a lot of rain it is very nice.
Life has been very busy since I last posted. My to-do lists have been long, but thankfully I've gotten almost all of them done. Here's a quick look at my week:
Last Friday: My dad and I painted the wall in the living room. He got the trim up, and I spackled all the nail holes and then painted them.
Saturday: Many of my nieces and nephews were over off and on during the day. They had volleyball games right near us, and some came over to finish up school when they weren't playing. My 2-y-o niece came over to play with BehBeh (me). She was over for about an hour or so in the morning and then came over around 1:30, took a nap here, ate supper here, and didn't get picked up until 8. My sis-in-law came by to pick up Ti-K (middle niece), and Goosey Girl told her, "I not go bolleyball. I stay with BehBeh." Her mom told her she had to ask me. So she turned to me and asked, "I stay here, BehBeh?" Who could say no? I didn't mind though. She's a fun little girl and a chatter box!
Sunday: I went early to church to practice music, then I worked nursery Sunday School for my mom since she stayed home with a cold. I was going to be in church, but a visiting family was there with triplets and I helped them get to children's church, and then the pastor's wife asked me if I could stay and help. So I did.
Monday: I got all the touch up painting in the hall done! Yay! Finally, it's finished! That took all morning. In the afternoon I got a beta story read and feedback given.
Tuesday: This was one of those long to-do list days. My sis and I walked before breakfast which was so nice! I got L&L divided into chapters, and my Christmas story for A Homewood Christmas corrected and divided into chapters. I packaged up so things and mailed them, and I even managed to write 1k words!
Wednesday: My sister and I got to walk again before breakfast, then after breakfast I mowed the yard. Trimmed some dead branches out of the lilac bush. I didn't have as long of a to-do list this day since I only had the afternoon to work on things. I read, and wrote 600 words. Went to church that night for the annual church business meeting.
Thursday: Walked again, and then worked on this thing, that thing, and the other thing. I ended up publishing my short Christmas story for this year which was last year's Christmas card story. I wasn't planning on doing it yet, but since the cover was done, and I got the synopsis done (with Angie's help), and it took me about 5 minutes to format the story, I decided to just go ahead. I wrote 1,200+ words yesterday, and managed to get 10 chapters of a beta story read.
Today: Cleaning house this morning. It needs it. The spiders and dust bunnies are coming out. I need to practice the violin, and hopefully do some other things before my nieces and nephews all come over this evening so their parents can go on a date.
Wow, that was rather a lot. I guess if you didn't want to read all that, you could have just skipped to today's story. This story was written 9 years or more ago for a "publication" some friends were doing for fun. Every issue had a Time Traveler in it. It was the same brother and sister, but different people wrote episodes for it. And this is what I wrote. It was supposed to be short. I hope you enjoy it.
Panting after their rapid climb up the steep mountain, Wallace and Morgan paused before the little cabin.
“I wonder where we’ll go this time,” Morgan wondered when she could speak.
Her brother shrugged and opened the door. Once you pushed that time
button you never knew where you would end up. This time would be no
different they were both certain.
Climbing in the strange machine and taking a deep breath, Wallace asked, “Are you ready?”
“Ready,” his sister replied.
A whirl, a roar and everything went black; the seats shook and then all
at once they heard shouts and cries as though a great throng of people
were nearby.
“Where are we?” Morgan whispered, as they were still in the dark.
“I don’t know. Maybe this is a closet.” As he spoke, Wallace was
feeling around. “Ah, here is a door handle,” he exclaimed. Giving the
door a shove, it opened to reveal a room of some sort. The sound of
people was coming from outside though.
Quickly, with scarcely a
glance about them, the two children dashed through the room into another
which proved to be a shop of some sort. Out the windows they were able
to see the crowd lined up, talking and making such a lot of noise.
Gripping each other’s hands so as not to become separated, they opened
the door and began to slowly push and shove their way through the men,
women and children until they reached the edge of the street.
“Wow!” shouted Morgan as she saw the tall buildings across the street
and then, looking up, noticed the equally tall ones behind them.
“Wallace, look at all the people in the windows!”
Wallace looked,
completely puzzled. It was evident that they were in a large city and
the people spoke English for he caught stray words here and there like
“Solo” “Lone Eagle” “Received Flying Cross” and “Paris.” However, before
he could figure it out, a sudden shout was heard.
“They’re coming!”
Instantly thousands of throats filled the air with cheer upon cheer
while pieces of paper began floating from the windows above.
Morgan and Wallace joined in the cheers for it was impossible not to
shout when everyone around you was, even if you didn’t know what or who
you were cheering.
Down the street came policemen mounted on horses. There were also soldiers, some of whom carried flags.
“I think that is New York’s flag, Morgan,” Wallace pointed. That must mean they were in New York. Probably in New York City.
Then a car, with mounted riders for escorts on either side, came into
view. In the car a young looking man sat on the back with a grin on his
face and waved to the people. All at once the ticker tape which had only
come down slowly before, began to pour from the sky or so it seemed.
Millions upon millions of pieces; so many that it almost looked like a
blizzard though it was much too warm for snow.
As the parade drew closer, Morgan, standing on tiptoe, shouted in her brother’s ear, “I’ve seen that guy before.”
“So have I,” Wallace hollered back in return, “but where? When?”
“Lindy! Lindy! Lindy!” the crowd chanted.
“Hurrah for the Spirit of St. Louis!” someone in the crowd behind the children bellowed.
That was it! Wallace gasped in excitement, his eyes wide with delight and excitement.
Without thinking what he was doing, he dashed forward, darted before a
horse and reached the side of the car. Looking up, he saw his hero, the
daredevil barnstormer, the first to cross the ocean in an airplane
flying solo, the great Charles Lindbergh himself!
As he looked up
at the young man with his infectious grin, Lindbergh reached out his
hand and quickly grasped that of Wallace. It was only a brief handclasp
for someone jerked him back away from the car, but he had touched him!
He had shaken his hand! What a story to tell back home!
“Wallace!”
Morgan was shaking his arm and shouting at him. He turned to look at her.
“Did you really get to touch him?” she shouted. “For real?”
Still astonished that it had happened, Wallace could only nod and stare at his hand.
The rest of the parade passed, but neither children took much notice.
They had seen Charles Lindbergh! The crowd pushed them along with its
masses until, gradually disappearing from around them, they were left
standing together on a sidewalk.
There was a blast of a horn, a roar and everything went black.
Opening their eyes, Wallace and Morgan climbed out of the time traveler and looked at each other with starry eyes.
“Wait till we tell those at home what happened to us!” Morgan breathed.
But Wallace shook his head. “They’ll never believe us. Never.”
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