Searching For Serendipity

Hello, my fellow blogging buddies. Just wanted to send you to my new blog Searching For Serendipity!
I really felt in this blog I was making myself be a little too, well... not me. And a fresh start is always nice. Please check out my newest posts about Time Travel and Perry The Paradox Maker! As Time Goes By will still be here if I decide to come back. I am not leaving, just posting on a different blog that suits me better! :) Thank you for being such good followers here, and hope you jump over to my new blog. Farewell! Goodbye!

Poetry Assignment

Vision

Tears may stop the eyes from vision, 

But maybe with great precision, 

Tears can be a way to see, 

What may come, what may be. 

But, Pit Thee! Tis to much to ask! 

For even the simplest task

Lays a burden on one's heart, 

But if read on a chart, 

T'was our own forsaken fault! 

T'was our mind, it made assault

On our weakest point, our fear, 

Until our mind comes so clear. 

Will we let this happen again? 

T'will happen until human kind is slain, 

Until day and night fall apart, 

And time is left to restart. 

Nerdy Wordy Wednesday Is Back!!!

                                          Nerdy Wordy Wednesday 
                     
And so began the anecdote...
Nan walked up and down the streets of her home town, over and over, just to hear the beautiful music from the bands all around the city play with great celerity. She was not far from being a young lady, yet not very pretty. Her skin always pallid, plain faced, and had the biggest nose of all the girls in New Orleans, she thought. She was very maladroit, and day by day, it became more and more unequivocal. Even her own mother now was incoherent that Nan would ever get married. For that was all that Nan's mother was ever talking about. "Oh, Nan! It is very important to get married! And not to just any young 'lad, either, hun. To a rich one! So, please, dear, if you care anything about your mother, try not to be so... so clumsy! And a little more dexterous! Like all women should be." And that talk went on for ever. Nan always thought, it couldn't be that important to marry. And why to a rich man? If you're gonna' marry you might as well do it for love and not for money! She thought. All those prissy girls always wearing the silliest of clothes, and flirting with every wealthy man around! Dreadful! Just Dreadful! Ladies should never be throwing themselves around like that. Marriage should be different. 
 But of course the subject was extraneous. She had more important things to think about. After a couple moments of thinking, oblivious to everything around her, her foot hit a watermelon cart, and she tripped. She felt herself fly and fall face first into what felt like soft fuzzy balls of some sort. "Nan? Is that you!? Oh, lord all mighty! Are you a'right?" said an unfamiliar voice. "Yes, I think... I hope." replied Nan.  She felt a somewhat rough hand pull her back up to her feet. "Well, child, aren't you gonna' open your eyes?" asked the not yet identified  voice. "No ma'am, if I keep them closed I won't have to see what horrible thing I did this time," said Nan, squinching  her eyes lids closed even tighter. "Oh, it ain't too awfully bad, you just fell into an old cart of peaches. You didn't hurt too many, but I needed to get rid of some anyhow, they don't sell as good as they used to. Such a pity!"
"Oh," mumbled Nan, opening her eyes. "Mrs. Blunderbie! You never cease to surprise me!" Mrs. Blunderbie was the local fruit seller, who seldom ever sold any of fruit, making her husband the main source of income. No one ever bought fruit from Mrs. Blunderbie, they always came around for a good laugh. For she was quite a character.
She  was often presumptuous, and her son quite the same, who was over 40 years old now, and ran off to become an actor in London, hoping for stardom. And Mrs. Blunderbie was all proud of him too. Everyone in town said it was her that made him leave New Orleans anyway, filling his head with such compliments. Oh, how she bragged so! She has a son going to London! Going to be the most famous actor in the world! But truly, her son was overweight from her feeding him too much, and he talked with such slang. He had crazy hair, and lost his two front teeth. Sadly, he would be no actor, he couldn't, he just didn't fit the bill. But no one could tell Mrs. Blunderbie that or she threatened to beat them with her cane she kept near her fruit carts. And once, that really did happen. Poor Little Charlie Friston. Nan thought. Such a scrupulous child he was.   



Thanks for reading my post! (a day late, lol) Now, it's YOUR turn to find my 10 vocabulary words for this week!  Did you like the story?  Maybe there will be more....

Little Sayings To Go Long Ways

It is well to think well; it is Divine to act well.

                                                         ~ Horace Mann

Like the star, 

That shines afar, 

Without haste

And with out rest, 

Let each man wheel with steady away

Round the task the rules the day,

And do his best. 

OUR DEEDS are seeds of fate, sown

here on earth, but bringing forth their harvest in eternity. 

                      ~Boardman

GENIUS is the gold in the mine; talent

is the miner who works and brings it out.

             ~ Lady Blessington.

A NOBLE DEED is a step toward G-d. 

  ~Holland

STYLE is the gossamer on which the

seeds of truth float through the world.

               ~Bancroft

A Rose To The Living

A rose to the living is more

Than sumptuous wreaths to the

dead;

In fitting love's infinite store,

A rose to the living is more

If graciously given before

The hungering spirit is fled-

A rose to the living is more

Than sumptuous wreaths to the

dead. 

~ Nixon Waterman 

Jolly Miss Anderson

Ella took the spoon off the counter and stirred the soup as requested. She said no goodbyes this time as she swept out the door. She walked away from that small house in the woods and continued down the road. Many long and narrow paths and swerving roads were ahead. Her mind still lingered on the world before. Life for Ella wasn't really hard, but she made it seem that way. She longed to be in a time in the past. To run free on open prairies, and wear old fashioned styles. What she didn't know was that she was in this time for a reason. Ella was special, and had a special job to do, just like every other human has a job that they are meant for too. Ella then arrived at Mrs. Andrews cozy little place.The flowers bloomed so brightly beneath the two windows. The trees cast shadows against the poorly looking shingles on the roof. But the best part was Mrs. Andrews herself. The pretty little housewife. Her stern lips and sweet eyes, long face and bright red curls brightened Ella's day. She helped Mrs. Andrews with housework on the weekend. Ella really  did feel like she was in the past when she was here, for they had buttery biscuits with jelly for lunch, and afternoon tea. And Ella's favorite part was looking at Mrs. Andrews collection of old time news papers.

Ella then heard someone crying from inside the house. She gasped and ran through the door. "Ella!  Good you're here!" said Mrs. Andrews wiping the tears away with her apron.  Ella froze in the doorway.  Mr Andrews was sitting at the table with a sober look on have face. "Wh-hhy The heavy burden, miss?" asked Ella. "Oh, Ella, just rough business, and business that isn't yours, child." said Mrs. Andrews. "But ma'am, you said what's yours is mine." said Ella. "I guess  I pinned that one on myself, didn't I?" remarked Mrs Andrews.
"Just tell the darn story, Lizzy!" said Mr. Andrews, "Doesn't much matter that we're losing the stupid house anyway!" "Why! John Andrews! I suggest you take a walk! That attitude is not welcome in this house!" said Mrs. Andrews as he slammed the door shut behind him. "Losing the house?" asked Ella with tears building up in her eyes. "Yes, dearie..unless we come up with sixty dollars in the next day."  Pa's lawn mower money!  thought Ella. She had saved up sixty dollars on the penny for a shiny red lawn mower her Pa likes so much at the store. Every weekend for fifteen months Mrs. Andrews had payed her one dollar, poor Mrs. Andrews went out of her way to pay that. But it made it worth her while to have Ella there every weekend to help. I have to give it to them! Pa couldn't be too upset! They'll lose their house! thought Ella. "Oh, Mrs. Andrews! I have to go, I'll be back! And I'll fix this!" said Ella. "How, child, how?" asked Mrs. Andrews who was too late, Ella was already out the door.  To very long hours had passed by before Ella had come. But at last a young girl carrying a yellow sack come running up the road. "Here, miss." Ella said handing the yellow sack she had kept so dearly under her bed to Mrs. Andrews. "What is it, Ella?" asked Mrs. Andrews. "Sixty dollars to the exact!" said Ella with delight. "Ella! You know I can't take this!" said Mrs. Andrews. "Ma'am, I have saved every bit of this for something I find of no importance to let out. But now I know G-d has another purpose for this money, and he has sent it back to you with a blessing! Money isn't needed when I have dear close ones as you!" said Ella tired from the walk over. "Oh, Ella! You are a special child! Don't you forget that!" said Mrs. Andrews pressing the dear child to her bosom.

After a long afternoon of chores Ella was heading back home and found her Pa in the old shed searching for an Axe. "Pa, dear Pa! G-d gives us heard choices for reasons, right?" asked Ella. "Of course he does, Jolly Miss Anderson! Now what's troublin' the ole' heart of yours?" said Pa. Ella sighed and sat on the stack of hay with a big plump and told her Pa the whole story. Her father was very proud to be blessed with a child to care for others, and the gift of a loving daughter is ever better then a new lawn mower.  

                                              The End. 

Dwelling In The Past

Today my mother got an email, not a normal email, an archaeology email. You can volunteer downtown for cleaning up archaeology items this Thursday 10:00am to 4:00pm, and I'm going! I've always loved the idea of archaeology since I was a little, little girl, and this gives me a taste of what it is like. If I like it, me and my mom will be volunteering every Thursday until school year is over, then hopefully doing every Tuesday and Thursday of the week on until July. Yes, lots of work, but I'm so excited. After all, if I do like this, I happen to live near U.W.F college which has one of the biggest Archaeology classes. History has taken a big place in my life, I've always loved it. And when I'm homeschooling my kids one day, won't it be a nice thing to pass down?

Dwelling in the past, but in a good way. Even in the prairie days with old fashioned calico dresses, coal stoves, and good old hard work, to Bible days.

Yes, I have thought of myself doing many different things over the years, but I really think I can make this bloom turn into a flower, don't you think? Anywho, I am quite old fashioned, so why not take another step forward into this?(or backwards, perhaps?!) There is a chance that when I get there this Thursday I won't like it, but with my passion for the past and archaeology I don't see why I wouldn't. I will be sharing more of this little adventure with you soon. Also I have finished Jolly Miss Anderson, and will be posting that as well.

I love the past, but I can't forget I'll be part of the past too..... As Time Goes By.

   *UPDATE*  We went and I just LOVED it!  Will tell you more soon!

Jolly Miss Anderson

Her face brightened with many giggles as she thought the caring words straight out of her heart, Today is a good day. She could hear the cool breeze whispering it's beautiful melody, as the tree limbs wiggled, and the birds sang their sweet song. Her eyes twinkled, and the sun shined on her brown hair. The green hills seemed like they were dancing gaily by the light of the sun. Ella dreaded the thought of what was beyond those hills. Her little day dream was over when she saw the car go by on the cement rode, and she noticed the electricity poles. She sighed and pushed the open window down, and straightened the curtain. She had to leave her make believe world and take the hit of reality. She swung through the turning hall, flowing into the aroma of home baked goods. "Why the pitiful face, Dearie?" asked Martha. "I was born in the wrong time, Mama, you know that," replied Ella pushing her hair behind her ear. "Make the best out of the time time you're stuck in, Darlin'." said Martha, "Stir that soup for me, Hun."

To Be Continued... 

    


I'll be writing very short stories and posting them on my blog, I feel that the main stories I am writing are not as good as the can be. So, I will be writing as many of this type of short story as needed until I get the feel for what my readers want to hear. This story about "Jolly Miss Anderson" will be continued, and finished. Please note in comments what I should improve on. I hope you enjoyed this part of the story. Stay tuned.... I have much more to write.... As Time Goes By.