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Adventure Camping Trip: Dan and Henry’s Fun Experience

One day, Dan and Henry went on a fun camping trip. They packed their Blue Backpacks and started out.

When they get there, they get out of the car and run to set up camp. After that, they went for a bike ride in the woods. Dan saw a deer, and Henry saw a Blue Jay. When they got back, they started getting wood to build a fire.

That night Dan and Henry ate campfire cooked potatoes, and s’mores. After that, Henry put out the fire and went inside the tent with Dan.

That night, they heard a sound. Dan was scared. Henry, don’t go out. It could be a bear. Don’t worry, Dan. I will peak out. Henry peaked out of the tent door only a little to see what it was. Was it a bear? Then Dan peaked out. But after Dan, I saw it he said “Henry, get my Flashlight”. Henry got it, and handed it to Dan.

Dan, turn it on. After that he laughed. Henry asks, “what is it?’ Come on come out of the tent. I will show, you.”

Dan showed Henry what it was. They laughed. It was two dogs.

Dan lights the fire while Henry called the dogs. Dan gives the dogs each a peanut butter cracker. The dogs had no collars. Dan and Henry kept the dogs. It was a wonderful camping trip. That they will not forget, Dan and Henry named the dogs, Roxie and Bridget.

by Bell

In this story I am remembering the 1st dog I had, Roxie, so I name one of the dogs after her, the other dog is the 2nd dog that we have now. My family and I got Bridget just before Roxie died. So, let’s remember Roxie and honor Bridget.

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Life in a submarine: Deep water

My name is Rebecca. My family lives in a submarine.
I live with my sister Joy, my brothers, Danny and Mark and there is my mom, my dad, and my dad’s helpers. We all lived in a yellow Sub.
One day, it rained hard. Joy and I were worried, but my mom said let make cookies, and so we did. My dad works hard keeping us on tack to Ireland, but the waves didn’t help. Mark tried to help, but he had to watch Danny, the youngest. Danny was 5, Mark 9, Joy was 7, and I am old 12-years-old.
Mother was getting worried. Father said that we are going a little deeper but not too deep. Joseph, my dad’s helper, takes us down deeper. While Tom makes sure, we don’t go too deep.

Mom asks Dad a question, “Should one of us be in the Control room?” Still a little worried Dad said, “Yes, one or maybe two should be in the Control room.” So, Dad asks Joseph and Tom to be in the control room.

Later, we ate dinner and went to bed. That night we woke; the red alert was going off. What is going on Joy asked me. I don’t know. So, Joy and I run to little Danny’s room. He was crying. Rebecca, “I am worried. Let’s see where Mark is. Maybe he is on his way to the control room,” said little Danny. Ok let’s go. When we got there, Mark was with mom and dad in the control room. “What’s going on father?” Mark asks. “The water- it is too deep!” was the reply. Daddy, are we going to be all right asked Rebecca. Yes, Rebecca we are. God is with us. He was with us when we told people about him, and he is here now.

I knew my father was right. My mom and dad are missionaries and when I was little my dad said a Bible verse a lot to me when I was scared. The verse says, “Be careful for nothing; but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God.” Philippians 4:6. So, I knew my dad right. If we ask God, he with Help us.

Why don’t you take the kids to the living room and pray and I will see if we can get to Ireland ok. Mom agreed and said, “I will try to call grandma and grandpa in Scotland [Edinburg]. I will tell them that we are trying to get home but having trouble making it back to Ireland [Dublin].”

Rebecca, please carry Danny. “Ok” I answered. “So, mom, are we going to sleep in the living room?” asked Mark. “Yes, Mark we are.” answered mom.

“Mom”, Joy asked, “how far are we from home?” About 2 miles. Surprisingly the call goes through. Grandma and Grandpa were so worried. After the call, dad came into the room. He said, “we are out of deep water.” We were all happy to Hear that.

The next morning Joy, Mark, Mom, Dad, Tom, Joseph, and I were so happy to walk on dry land.

A work of fiction written by Bell

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Two Surprises at the Mountain Home

It all started when school was out for the year. My sister (Elizabeth), and I (Peter) both realize it was different this time. Our Mom said we were to go on to Grandma & Grandpa’s house, but usually we all go together. That’s how me and my brother realize it was different. We pack our bags, me and my sister pack three bags each. Because in summer vacation we kind of live with our Grandparents. When we were all packed I and my brother put our bags in our two red folds up wagon and walked to the bus stop. Simon, our friend, was there. He said that we could have only one bag on the bus, but the other two would have to go at the back of the bus in the baggage storage area. Se we each picked a bag to keep near us on the ride. We gave Simon the others. Mom made sure that our phone was working.

Now we were on our way. Mom had said that if we wanted to see outside to sit in the back where there was more windows. So, my sister and I sat in the back. It felt like four hours, but it was only 1 1/2 hours. When we were almost there, we got a call from our grandparents. Near the end of the call, they said something about having a surprise for us. My sister and I wanted to know what it was, but we did not have any ideas.

When we got to the bus stop in the mountains, we got out of the wagon and our bags together. We then got off the bus with Simon. Simon made sure that our grandparents were there, and they were, so he went back to work. Simon had been good to our family for a long time and to my sister and me. After we got to our Grandparents’ home, we unpacked and then we relaxed. “Children,” Grandma said, “want to make some cookies?” “Yes,” we cried. So, we made 5 dozen cookies with Grandma’s help.

“Peter, Elizabeth, Grandpa, Dinner is ready. So, let us eat dinner. So, we ate dinner. After dinner we called mom and said good night. Then we went to bed.

After Breakfast bright and early the next morning, we went to the park. There we saw our friends, Joy, Eric, Timmy, and Maggie. So, we talked and played. Then when it was time to go, Grandma called and asked us to run to the store and get some things. So, we did. When we got home, there was a note. Peter read it. It said, “To Peter and Elizabeth: Thanks for running to the store. Please put the things up and then go out the back door to the barn.” When we went to the barn, there was another note. This time Elizabeth read it. It said, “Your surprise is in the barn. Love, Mom, Grandma, and Grandpa”

“Peter, Is mom here?” asked Elizabeth. Peter answered, “I don’t know Beth. Let’s go and find out what the surprise is. Let’s go on three. 1,2,3. Oh my ponies! “Surprise!” yelled mom. “What are you doing here!?” Peter and Elizabeth asked. “Well, I wanted to surprise you guys,” said mom. “Well, you did”, we answered.

They are so cute. What are their names? Starlight and Sunny are their names. That’s not all. look over there. Puppies? Yes, they could run beside you when you ride. Grandma, Grandpa, Mom, “How could it get better?” “Should I tell them?” asked mom. Tell us what MoM. Well Beth, Peter you Know my job is in the city, but now I have a new job that better fits me, an animal rescuer. Oh, mom does that mean we get to live with Grandma & Grandpa? Mom? Yes, Peter and Beth it does. Children it does. After that Simon helped us move all our things to our Grandparents home. After we had moved all of our things, we asked our friends Joy, Eric, Timmy and Maggie to come over and celebrate.

Mom, how did you get two puppies and two ponies? Well, I had the new job for about a week. A week! Yes, and that’s how. How what? How I got them. The ponies were going to be put down, and the puppies were all by their shelves. No way. Mom, how could anyone be so mean? Elizabeth, some people are just mean. “Mrs. Good Heart”? Yes, Simon. Everything is ready for the party. Thank you, Simon, for being so good to us. Oh, it’s nothing, Mrs. Good Heart. Children it’s time for you guys to go open the gate in front. Our two new puppies ran beside us. We named our new puppies Honey and Bingo. After Joy, Eric, Timmy and Maggie and their family came, we had fun playing games and taking turns riding ponies and of course playing with our puppies, Honey and Bingo. And with that the Story ends.

by Bell

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Lessons from a Long-Haul Truck Driver

My daddy was a long-haul truck driver. He traveled all over the continental states, a little into Mexico, and a little into Canada. This was mostly during the 1990’s and early 2000’s. He was born in the 1940’s.

As a child, I asked him what the people in other places were like. I lived in a small town. At that time there was very little diversity. Everyone pretty much looked similar to the next person. The only differences were some wore nicer clothes and some wore older clothes. This was because some people had more money than others.

I still remember his answer. People are people. Some are good. Some are bad. It doesn’t matter where you go, you will find people that are nice and people that are mean. Skin color doesn’t matter either. People are people.

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Treasured Family Shell: A Legacy Across Generations

My grandparents loved to go to the coast. This was in the mid 60’s. They went to the coast about every two weeks during the summer and fall. Grandma liked to look for shells, and Grandpa liked to fish. While Grandpa fished, Grandma would walk up and down the shore looking for special shells. One day she was blessed and very happy. She found a lovely big shell. This shell was not broken. It is about 10 inches long and about 5 inches in diameter.

She took the shell home and placed it beside the heater in the living room. At night, she would use it to keep the bedroom door open. Everyone who saw the shell wanted to it. Many people offered her money. She would not sell it. I saw it many times and loved it.

Years later, I had a daughter. When she saw it, she also loved it. I had always told my grandma, “When you die, I want the shell.” After my Grandparent’s 60th wedding anniversary, my daughter, Janie, and I were visiting them. She asked, “Janie, do you want the shell?” Janie said, “Yes, I do.” Grandma said, “Go get and old towel and wrap the shell up. Then take it home with you. Promise me that you will pass it down to you children. Always keep the shell in the family.”

Janie loves the shell and is taking care of it. She plans to see which one of her children to pass it on to.

 
Written by Karen (my mother)
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The Snakes who terrorized a young girl in Mississippi

This is a story written by my mother about a time in her life where prayer played an important part. I hope that you enjoy hearing how prayer helped my mom when she was a young girl. 

My family lived in a Ranch style house that was in the middle of a bid field.  On the ranch were many ponds to water the horses and cattle. There was a large pond in front of our house. We had a long cement porch that reached around the whole house. The bad part about this house was there that were three large rooms, but you had to go outside to get to the next room. I am 6 or 7 years old.

One day my mother, my 10-year-old brother, and I were in the living room. I wanted something to drink.  I had to go outside and down towards the pond to get to the kitchen. Right there on the porch was a 5 or 6-foot diamondback rattler. The snake was hissing at me. I started yelling. My mother and brother run out to see what was wrong. They see that the snake is way to close to me and it seemed to be charming me. My mother comes up behind me and Paul, my brother, goes around to the other side of the snake. My mother pulls me back while Paul hits the snake with a hoe many times. This causes the snake to lose its head. When my daddy comes home from work, I tell him, “The snake lost his head.” Daddy was glad that we were not hurt and that the snake lost his head.

It seemed to me like at least one time a week I found a snake on the porch. I found diamondbacks and water moccasins. All of the snakes were deadly. Thank God, none of the snakes ever bit me. All of them lost their heads. However, I became scared to go outside by myself. Finally, I refused to go outside by myself. One day, mother checked the porch for snakes. Since there were no snakes, I came outside onto the porch. I started praying. It came to me to ask my mother and daddy to pray with me. We went to church about 4 times a week. That night when daddy got home, he asked, “Did any snakes lose their heads today?” I said, “no, but I know how to keep them away.” Daddy then said, “I want to hear this.” I replied, “Help me ask God to please keep the snakes away.  Even though my daddy was studying to be a preacher, everyone including him, laughed at me. This made me feel very bad.

The next day I went outside by myself to talk with God. I walked the porch and all around the yard.  I told God, “Please help me. Show them you will keep the snakes away from me, the house, and the yard.” My family lived there for another 4 years. No one found another snake in the yard. However, many snakes were found on the other side of the fence and in the pond. The owner of the land finally had to get a group together to go kill the snakes that were in and around the pond that the cows drank from.

Daddy told the owner that I had been finding a lot of snakes in the yard, but lately none had been seen. The owner of the house and land said, “I wonder why?” I spoke up, “I know why. I talked to God and asked him to keep the snakes away from me and my play yard.” This time no one made fun of me.

Written by Karen (my mother)
 
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