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Monday, June 14, 2010
School's OUT!
Well the kids will be home very soon from their half day of school. I have wasted my morning doing nothing. I do have a full list of things to do such as pay bills exercise and go shopping for carpet and curtains. Some of those sound fun others not so much.
So here is a sample story I wrote, tell me what you think of it.- The poem is not mine it is an old folksong which inspired the story. (See song above)
BLACK IS THE COLOR
Black is the color of my true love’s hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She’s the sweetest face and the gentlest hands.
I love the ground whereon she stands
Aislinn had never been aware of her beauty, being too poor to own a mirror. Yet judging by her mum’s looks she assumed that she was plain, yet lovely. Her mother had bright red hair and a smattering of freckles- looking like half the women in the village. Her father had dark black hair which curled on the ends. Aislinn got her looks from him; including pale skin and rich brown eyes.
Brand had been the village prankster, ever getting into others’ things. He was great at taunts and coming up with little ditties. He was now seventeen, one year older than Aislinn. He stopped being a nuisance at sixteen, when he chanced upon Aislinn at the creek, that summer when she turned fifteen.
“Oh look Aislinn,” Muriel called mockingly, “Brand has come to get a soaking!”
Muriel went to splash him and slipped, with a scream she fell in. After all of the commotion it was determined she had broken her ankle. Together Brand and Aislinn helped her to Doctor Boyd’s home.
Aislinn knew that all the boys eyed, Muriel with her golden hair, all sleek and shining like the sun. She nearly wished it had been she who had slipped. Then it would be her he was holding onto so tight.
He had ever been a friend and now he looked at Aislinn seriously.
“This doesn’t look good. Sorry, it had to happen. I came down to let you both know, I will be leaving at the end of the week.”
Aislinn's and Brand's eyes locked but for a brief moment, yet it seemed an eternity of emotion passed between them.
***
Muriel was nearly as heart broken as the rest of the girls in town. But Aislinn knew; none came close to her pain. Life without Brand was unfathomable. His crooked smile and straight white teeth filled her thoughts as she prepared for bed that night.
“Yer a bit mousy tonight, Lass.” Da said by way of a question.
She made a moue. Shrugging her shoulders she replied, “Brand says he is going off to Glasgow to help his Uncles in a battle they are expecting soon.” The tears slipped down her fair cheek, unbidden.
Her bear of a father gathered her in a hug, “There, there me sweetling. Tis not the time fer cryin’. Since when did ye have a care for Brand at all?”
She hushed herself and smiled her own crooked smile, “Since I heard he was leaving?”
Da chuckled, sounding his deep infectious laugh and boomed, “Well ne’er mind it now. Off to bed with ye!”
Only she did mind. She found occasion to run into him daily. On the Friday before he left, they met once again at the creek, none else were there. The water rushed coolly on, unaware of the passion they felt.
Shyly she blushed, she felt her face heating as he asked, “Aislinn, may I write to you?”
Meekly she nodded, before allowing more tears to escape. Brand felt like crying as well, though she never saw, sweetly he held her until her sobs subsided. His lips caressed her brow. She lifted her face to his and stroked his face with her hands. Their kiss awakened a desire that of necessity was put on hold.
A year and a day later this poem arrived in a letter:
Black is the color of my true love’s hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
I love the ground whereon she stands
I love my love and well she knows
I love the ground whereon she goes
I wish the day it soon will come
That she and I can be as one
I go to the Clyde for to mourn and weep
But satisfied I ne'er can be
I'll write her a letter, just a few short lines
And suffer death a thousand times
Black is the color of my true love’s hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
I love the ground whereon she stands
So here is a sample story I wrote, tell me what you think of it.- The poem is not mine it is an old folksong which inspired the story. (See song above)
BLACK IS THE COLOR
Black is the color of my true love’s hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She’s the sweetest face and the gentlest hands.
I love the ground whereon she stands
Aislinn had never been aware of her beauty, being too poor to own a mirror. Yet judging by her mum’s looks she assumed that she was plain, yet lovely. Her mother had bright red hair and a smattering of freckles- looking like half the women in the village. Her father had dark black hair which curled on the ends. Aislinn got her looks from him; including pale skin and rich brown eyes.
Brand had been the village prankster, ever getting into others’ things. He was great at taunts and coming up with little ditties. He was now seventeen, one year older than Aislinn. He stopped being a nuisance at sixteen, when he chanced upon Aislinn at the creek, that summer when she turned fifteen.
“Oh look Aislinn,” Muriel called mockingly, “Brand has come to get a soaking!”
Muriel went to splash him and slipped, with a scream she fell in. After all of the commotion it was determined she had broken her ankle. Together Brand and Aislinn helped her to Doctor Boyd’s home.
Aislinn knew that all the boys eyed, Muriel with her golden hair, all sleek and shining like the sun. She nearly wished it had been she who had slipped. Then it would be her he was holding onto so tight.
He had ever been a friend and now he looked at Aislinn seriously.
“This doesn’t look good. Sorry, it had to happen. I came down to let you both know, I will be leaving at the end of the week.”
Aislinn's and Brand's eyes locked but for a brief moment, yet it seemed an eternity of emotion passed between them.
***
Muriel was nearly as heart broken as the rest of the girls in town. But Aislinn knew; none came close to her pain. Life without Brand was unfathomable. His crooked smile and straight white teeth filled her thoughts as she prepared for bed that night.
“Yer a bit mousy tonight, Lass.” Da said by way of a question.
She made a moue. Shrugging her shoulders she replied, “Brand says he is going off to Glasgow to help his Uncles in a battle they are expecting soon.” The tears slipped down her fair cheek, unbidden.
Her bear of a father gathered her in a hug, “There, there me sweetling. Tis not the time fer cryin’. Since when did ye have a care for Brand at all?”
She hushed herself and smiled her own crooked smile, “Since I heard he was leaving?”
Da chuckled, sounding his deep infectious laugh and boomed, “Well ne’er mind it now. Off to bed with ye!”
Only she did mind. She found occasion to run into him daily. On the Friday before he left, they met once again at the creek, none else were there. The water rushed coolly on, unaware of the passion they felt.
Shyly she blushed, she felt her face heating as he asked, “Aislinn, may I write to you?”
Meekly she nodded, before allowing more tears to escape. Brand felt like crying as well, though she never saw, sweetly he held her until her sobs subsided. His lips caressed her brow. She lifted her face to his and stroked his face with her hands. Their kiss awakened a desire that of necessity was put on hold.
A year and a day later this poem arrived in a letter:
Black is the color of my true love’s hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
I love the ground whereon she stands
I love my love and well she knows
I love the ground whereon she goes
I wish the day it soon will come
That she and I can be as one
I go to the Clyde for to mourn and weep
But satisfied I ne'er can be
I'll write her a letter, just a few short lines
And suffer death a thousand times
Black is the color of my true love’s hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
I love the ground whereon she stands
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Oh my goodness! If someone is going to actually look at my blog I suppose I should write something fom time to time!
Really life is rather boring curently. This past week both of my computers went down. The kids computer got a virus, which I removed, it was doing fine for about a week and then my computer got a similar virus. We gave it to Bishop Zinn to clean up. Then the kids pc closed down completely. Seth said he got a notice saying he had 56 seconds to save everything...well what's he gonna do? So even restore did nothing, a guy came and worked two hours or so and nothing.
So I went to the library for an hour onThursday as Donny said I could not buy a new pc. Friday I bought one anyway!!!
Soon we should get my old one back, which I need to get the business files from. Payday is Monday so I really need those files! Then that computer will become the kids'. Every two years we have to buy a computer it really is annoying.
Monday is Hunter's Birthday. Happy 15th!!! The missionaries will be coming over so it should be fun.
Pizza and cheesecake yum!
I had actually remembered to buy my ticket for Time Out for Women. I was so looking forward to it.
But then Donny's Parents are celebrating their 50th anniversary and a sister-in-law wanted to have a professional family photo taken. The tickets are cheap and Donny wanted me to go too, even though the pic is just for the siblings and their parents.
So I bought the tickets, both round trip for five hundred, not bad at all. Then I realised it was the same weekend :(
Well today is Saturday and I am just reading and writing. I will eventually do laundry and maybe make a yummy orange pudding salad. Hmmm. Yeah it's yummy. :)
Really life is rather boring curently. This past week both of my computers went down. The kids computer got a virus, which I removed, it was doing fine for about a week and then my computer got a similar virus. We gave it to Bishop Zinn to clean up. Then the kids pc closed down completely. Seth said he got a notice saying he had 56 seconds to save everything...well what's he gonna do? So even restore did nothing, a guy came and worked two hours or so and nothing.
So I went to the library for an hour onThursday as Donny said I could not buy a new pc. Friday I bought one anyway!!!
Soon we should get my old one back, which I need to get the business files from. Payday is Monday so I really need those files! Then that computer will become the kids'. Every two years we have to buy a computer it really is annoying.
Monday is Hunter's Birthday. Happy 15th!!! The missionaries will be coming over so it should be fun.
Pizza and cheesecake yum!
I had actually remembered to buy my ticket for Time Out for Women. I was so looking forward to it.
But then Donny's Parents are celebrating their 50th anniversary and a sister-in-law wanted to have a professional family photo taken. The tickets are cheap and Donny wanted me to go too, even though the pic is just for the siblings and their parents.
So I bought the tickets, both round trip for five hundred, not bad at all. Then I realised it was the same weekend :(
Well today is Saturday and I am just reading and writing. I will eventually do laundry and maybe make a yummy orange pudding salad. Hmmm. Yeah it's yummy. :)
Friday, February 19, 2010
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Music
The kids have been learning to download music to their devices these are some of their favorites. Actually just the first one on each bar. The Gummy Bear Song and the original Amish Paradise although the war craft is interesting and I have no clue as to what the guys were thinking at their EFY pizza party. Nerdy Mormon boys they make ya smile anyway. Check em out.
Almost Spring
It is Almost SPRING!
I went down to San Angelo to visit April and her family. Daphne was born on Feb. 8 and is very pretty. She looks a lot like April when she was born. She has a picture on her blog. (follow the link off of mine)
They bought their first house it is in a nice neighborhood they put in new carpet bought new appliances and will have new cabinets and countertops installed soon. The weather was not consistant there, some days were sunny and cold 45-50 degrees and others were hot up to 85 degrees. We went to the zoo in Abilene it would have been pleasant at 55-60 degrees but the wind was blowing with gust up to 30 miles per hour. We were sad that they had no elephants but the giraffes were great. I am home now and it has snowed the the last 2 days it melts off though by noon. We have green grass underneath and we have seen robins!
I went down to San Angelo to visit April and her family. Daphne was born on Feb. 8 and is very pretty. She looks a lot like April when she was born. She has a picture on her blog. (follow the link off of mine)
They bought their first house it is in a nice neighborhood they put in new carpet bought new appliances and will have new cabinets and countertops installed soon. The weather was not consistant there, some days were sunny and cold 45-50 degrees and others were hot up to 85 degrees. We went to the zoo in Abilene it would have been pleasant at 55-60 degrees but the wind was blowing with gust up to 30 miles per hour. We were sad that they had no elephants but the giraffes were great. I am home now and it has snowed the the last 2 days it melts off though by noon. We have green grass underneath and we have seen robins!
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