tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323481902024-03-12T23:45:30.309-04:00Mae's Real StoriesMemories for Miriam, Alice, Theo, Delia, Tessa
and anyone else who would like to be hereMae Travelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13328946930935633113noreply@blogger.comBlogger360125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32348190.post-78507845165615245542012-05-29T15:34:00.001-04:002012-05-29T15:34:16.536-04:00Miriam's Birthday Portrait<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Mae Travelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13328946930935633113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32348190.post-8240804777760851032012-05-25T19:49:00.001-04:002012-05-25T19:49:20.049-04:00Anna's DollhouseAnna's Bakery -- a real business that sells croissants, cupcakes, coffee, and similar things -- has a case with a miniature bakery. There are several items like ours, especially the red table and chairs and the cash register. There's also a wall phone like one of mine (not in the photo). I once had a gum ball machine, but the top was glass and it broke. Their tiny cakes and pastries are very nicely made.<br />
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I like the little orange crate which says "Goleta." The bakery is in Goleta, California, just outside Santa Barbara; I think there were orange groves here before they built all the shopping centers and subdivisions around here.<br />
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One thing that Anna's has that I have never seen before: a mini espresso maker.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjihe1EkGGbQRikoGwKHBEZGuvGAO4IFZeqRHnLquIjR2oVg6fW5Lu10DmPEWlN9uKQ9Gm2koNshg7OHLUvQZ26ZnD-tOnoh6hRGcx41E033NnlKIiCcnOdynnnwgiiAnsjw4_9Eg/s1600/dollhouse9860.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjihe1EkGGbQRikoGwKHBEZGuvGAO4IFZeqRHnLquIjR2oVg6fW5Lu10DmPEWlN9uKQ9Gm2koNshg7OHLUvQZ26ZnD-tOnoh6hRGcx41E033NnlKIiCcnOdynnnwgiiAnsjw4_9Eg/s400/dollhouse9860.jpg" width="400" /></a>Mae Travelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13328946930935633113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32348190.post-63214218917181705432012-05-20T18:12:00.005-04:002012-05-20T18:12:56.855-04:00"The Cougher" by Wendy Cope<br />
<i>Sheila sent another poem for Miriam:</i><br />
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<i><b><span style="font-size: large;">The Cougher</span></b></i><br />
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There’s a tickle in your throat<br />
And you’ve hardly heard a note<br />
And you’re wishing you were in some other place.<br />
In this silent, listening crowd<br />
You're the one who’ll cough out loud,<br />
And you know you’re facing imminent disgrace.<br />
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Yes, right now you’re in a pickle.<br />
The unmanageable tickle<br />
Is a torment, and it’s threatening your poise.<br />
Can you hold out any longer<br />
As the urge to cough grows stronger?<br />
Any moment you’ll emit a mighty noise.<br />
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If this bloody piece were shorter,<br />
If you had a glass of water,<br />
It would help. But there is nothing you can do.<br />
Oh, if only you could be<br />
Safe at home with a CD,<br />
In an armchair, free to cough the whole way through.<br />
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Do you hear a rallentando?<br />
Does this mean the end’s at hand? Oh,<br />
What a mercy. Yes, they're really signing off.<br />
They perform the closing bars<br />
And you thank your lucky stars<br />
And it’s over. You have made it. You may cough.<br />Mae Travelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13328946930935633113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32348190.post-77596873280441697932012-04-09T14:28:00.001-04:002012-04-09T14:29:29.477-04:00Another Poem for MiriamMiriam has already memorized Lewis Carroll's "You are Old Father William" for her current project, but here is another wonderful poem, suggested by my friend Sheila:<div><br /></div><div><b style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 19px; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); "><span >The Listeners<br />by Walter De La Mare<br /><br />'Is there anybody there?' said the Traveller,<br />Knocking on the moonlit door;<br />And his horse in the silence champed the grasses<br />Of the forest's ferny floor:<br />And a bird flew up out of the turret,<br />Above the Traveller's head<br />And he smote upon the door again a second time;<br />'Is there anybody there?' he said.<br />But no one descended to the Traveller;<br />No head from the leaf-fringed sill<br />Leaned over and looked into his grey eyes,<br />Where he stood perplexed and still.<br />But only a host of phantom listeners<br />That dwelt in the lone house then<br />Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight<br />To that voice from the world of men:<br />Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair,<br />That goes down to the empty hall,<br />Hearkening in an air stirred and shaken<br />By the lonely Traveller's call.<br />And he felt in his heart their strangeness,<br />Their stillness answering his cry,<br />While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf,<br />'Neath the starred and leafy sky;<br />For he suddenly smote on the door, even<br />Louder, and lifted his head:-<br />'Tell them I came, and no one answered,<br />That I kept my word,' he said.<br />Never the least stir made the listeners,<br />Though every word he spake<br />Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house<br />From the one man left awake:<br />Ay, they heard his foot upon the stirrup,<br />And the sound of iron on stone,<br />And how the silence surged softly backward,<br />When the plunging hoofs were gone.</span></b></div>Mae Travelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13328946930935633113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32348190.post-588769393060554712012-03-18T08:45:00.002-04:002012-03-18T08:55:14.398-04:00Poems for Miriam<span style="line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; "><span style="font-size: 100%;">Miriam asked me for a list of poems that she might consider memorizing, so I came up with some. The most popular ones in her class are "The Raven" and "Jabberwocky," so she already knows about them. Her main choice so far is "You are old, Father William," but she asked for more. </span></span><div><span style="line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; "><span style="font-size: 100%;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; "><span style="font-size: 100%;">I tried to think of poems that would be especially good in fifth grade! </span></span><span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: Georgia, serif; ">My suggestions are almost all old classics that kids her age have been memorizing for as much as 2 centuries. And I decided to save them here, since they are kind of interesting.</span><div style="line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; "><br /></div><div style="line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; "><b style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><u><span ><br class="Apple-interchange-newline">Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening</span></u></b><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">BY ROBERT FROST</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">Whose woods these are I think I know. </span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">His house is in the village though; </span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">He will not see me stopping here </span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">To watch his woods fill up with snow. </span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">My little horse must think it queer </span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">To stop without a farmhouse near </span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">Between the woods and frozen lake </span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">The darkest evening of the year. </span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">He gives his harness bells a shake </span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">To ask if there is some mistake. </span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">The only other sound’s the sweep </span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">Of easy wind and downy flake. </span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">The woods are lovely, dark and deep. </span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">But I have promises to keep, </span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">And miles to go before I sleep, </span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">And miles to go before I sleep.</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(248, 128, 0); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 1.583em; text-align: -webkit-auto; "><br /></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; "><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: -webkit-auto; "><b><span >Come In</span></b></span><br /><div style="font-weight: normal; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><br /></div><div style="font-weight: normal; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">BY ROBERT FROST<br /></div><div style="font-weight: normal; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; min-height: 400px; "><div><p style="font-size: 1.167em; line-height: 1.5; margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 21px; margin-left: 0px; ">As I came to the edge of the woods,<br />Thrush music -- hark!<br />Now if it was dusk outside,<br />Inside it was dark.<br /><br />Too dark in the woods for a bird<br />By sleight of wing<br />To better its perch for the night,<br />Though it still could sing.<br /><br />The last of the light of the sun<br />That had died in the west<br />Still lived for one song more<br />In a thrush's breast.<br /><br />Far in the pillared dark<br />Thrush music went --<br />Almost like a call to come in<br />To the dark and lament.<br /><br />But no, I was out for stars;<br />I would not come in.<br />I meant not even if asked;<br />And I hadn't been. </p></div></div><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><b style="font-weight: normal; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><u><span >Daffodils</span></u></b><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">by William Wordsworth</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">I wandered lonely as a cloud</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">That floats on high o'er vales and hills,</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">When all at once I saw a crowd,</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">A host, of golden daffodils;</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">Beside the lake, beneath the trees,</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">Continuous as the stars that shine</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">And twinkle on the milky way,</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">They stretched in never-ending line</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">Along the margin of a bay:</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">Ten thousand saw I at a glance,</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">The waves beside them danced; but they</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">A poet could not but be gay,</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">In such a jocund company:</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">I gazed--and gazed--but little thought</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">What wealth the show to me had brought:</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">For oft, when on my couch I lie</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">In vacant or in pensive mood,</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">They flash upon that inward eye</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">Which is the bliss of solitude;</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">And then my heart with pleasure fills,</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">And dances with the daffodils. </span><div style="font-weight: normal; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><br /></div><div style="font-weight: normal; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><br /><br /><u>ALSO BY POE LIKE THE RAVEN:</u><span ><br /><b><u>The Bells </u></b></span><br /><br />I<br /><br />Hear the sledges with the bells -<br />Silver bells!<br />What a world of merriment their melody foretells!<br />How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,<br />In the icy air of night!<br />While the stars that oversprinkle<br />All the heavens, seem to twinkle<br />With a crystalline delight;<br />Keeping time, time, time,<br />In a sort of Runic rhyme,<br />To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells<br />From the bells, bells, bells, bells,<br />Bells, bells, bells -<br />From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.<br /><br /><br />II<br /><br />Hear the mellow wedding bells -<br />Golden bells!<br />What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!<br />Through the balmy air of night<br />How they ring out their delight! -<br />From the molten - golden notes,<br />And all in tune,<br />What a liquid ditty floats<br />To the turtle - dove that listens, while she gloats<br />On the moon!<br />Oh, from out the sounding cells,<br />What a gush of euphony voluminously wells!<br />How it swells!<br />How it dwells<br />On the Future! - how it tells<br />Of the rapture that impels<br />To the swinging and the ringing<br />Of the bells, bells, bells -<br />Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,<br />Bells, bells, bells -<br />To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!<br /><br /><br />III<br /><br />Hear the loud alarum bells -<br />Brazen bells!<br />What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells!<br />In the startled ear of night<br />How they scream out their affright!<br />Too much horrified to speak,<br />They can only shriek, shriek,<br />Out of tune,<br />In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,<br />In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire,<br />Leaping higher, higher, higher,<br />With a desperate desire,<br />And a resolute endeavor<br />Now - now to sit, or never,<br />By the side of the pale - faced moon.<br />Oh, the bells, bells, bells!<br />What a tale their terror tells<br />Of Despair!<br />How they clang, and clash and roar!<br />What a horror they outpour<br />On the bosom of the palpitating air!<br />Yet the ear, it fully knows,<br />By the twanging,<br />And the clanging,<br />How the danger ebbs and flows;<br />Yet the ear distinctly tells,<br />In the jangling,<br />And the wrangling,<br />How the danger sinks and swells,<br />By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells -<br />Of the bells -<br />Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,<br />Bells, bells, bells -<br />In the clamor and the clanging of the bells!<br /><br /><br />IV<br /><br />Hear the tolling of the bells -<br />Iron bells!<br />What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!<br />In the silence of the night,<br />How we shiver with affright<br />At the melancholy menace of their tone!<br />For every sound that floats<br />From the rust within their throats<br />Is a groan.<br />And the people - ah, the people -<br />They that dwell up in the steeple,<br />All alone,<br />And who, tolling, tolling, tolling,<br />In that muffled monotone,<br />Feel a glory in so rolling<br />On the human heart a stone -<br />They are neither man nor woman -<br />They are neither brute nor human -<br />They are Ghouls: -<br />And their king it is who tolls: -<br />And he rolls, rolls, rolls,<br />Rolls<br />A paean from the bells!<br />And his merry bosom swells<br />With the paean of the bells!<br />And he dances, and he yells;<br />Keeping time, time, time,<br />In a sort of Runic rhyme,<br />To the paean of the bells: -<br />Of the bells:<br />Keeping time, time, time<br />In a sort of Runic rhyme,<br />To the throbbing of the bells -<br />Of the bells, bells, bells: -<br />To the sobbing of the bells: -<br />Keeping time, time, time,<br />As he knells, knells, knells,<br />In a happy Runic rhyme,<br />To the rolling of the bells -<br />Of the bells, bells, bells -<br />To the tolling of the bells -<br />Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,<br />Bells, bells, bells, -<br />To the moaning and the groaning of the bells. </div><div style="font-weight: normal; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><br /></div><div style="font-weight: normal; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><b style="line-height: 18px; "><span >Ozymandias of Egypt </span></b><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "></span><br style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; ">by Percy Bysshe Shelley </span><br style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "><br style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; ">I met a traveller from an antique land </span><br style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; ">Who said:—Two vast and trunkless legs of stone </span><br style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; ">Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand, </span><br style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; ">Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown </span><br style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; ">And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command </span><br style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; ">Tell that its sculptor well those passions read </span><br style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; ">Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things, </span><br style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; ">The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed. </span><br style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; ">And on the pedestal these words appear: </span><br style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; ">"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: </span><br style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; ">Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!" </span><br style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; ">Nothing beside remains: round the decay </span><br style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; ">Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare, </span><br style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; ">The lone and level sands stretch far away. </span></div></div><div style="line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; "><br /></div><div style="font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; "><h1 style="line-height: normal; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; ">The Bat</h1><h2 style="line-height: normal; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: lighter; font-size: 12pt; ">by Theodore Roethke</h2><p style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; ">By day the bat is cousin to the mouse.<br />He likes the attic of an aging house.</p><p style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; ">His fingers make a hat about his head.<br />His pulse beat is so slow we think him dead.</p><p style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; ">He loops in crazy figures half the night<br />Among the trees that face the corner light.</p><p style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; ">But when he brushes up against a screen,<br />We are afraid of what our eyes have seen:</p><p style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; ">For something is amiss or out of place<br />When mice with wings can wear a human face.</p><p style="line-height: normal; font-size: 10pt; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 1.583em; "><span >April Rain Song</span></span></p><div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><div style="line-height: normal; margin-top: 22px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 25px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; ">by Langston Hughes</div><div style="margin-top: 22px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 25px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; ">Let the rain kiss you</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; "><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; ">Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; "><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; ">Let the rain sing you a lullaby</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; "><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; ">The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; "><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; ">The rain makes running pools in the gutter</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; "><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; ">The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; "><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; ">And I love the rain. </span></div></div></div></div>Mae Travelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13328946930935633113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32348190.post-36303564085718979852011-09-01T17:21:00.002-04:002011-09-01T17:57:58.924-04:00New Barbie Doll<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh82v0zBcoE9M5mfXOZgz6HtGV03aIeYeiWgimp0Aqm8NXj5FnWoI2NCtjNixkXKmS7S4R42CQYKHA5g6Y6Oms6Su94eseXXfvblqG-pFN2P4NJOa9MvuYm41ZOfvc16xx06vpIQ/s1600/monalisabarbie.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh82v0zBcoE9M5mfXOZgz6HtGV03aIeYeiWgimp0Aqm8NXj5FnWoI2NCtjNixkXKmS7S4R42CQYKHA5g6Y6Oms6Su94eseXXfvblqG-pFN2P4NJOa9MvuYm41ZOfvc16xx06vpIQ/s400/monalisabarbie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647513196529467666" /></a>Here she is: my Mona Lisa Barbie. This is my first -- and last -- Barbie doll in my whole life. I guess. Unless they make a Leonardo Ken with a paintbrush or something.Mae Travelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13328946930935633113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32348190.post-81657931870791856922011-05-25T00:19:00.001-04:002011-05-25T00:19:00.750-04:00HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIRIAM<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-jNTne3UGcuklg-vKA2Y8BE9w27GEFVkyfmwaTSZpWLPOYUC3qYCRBq3nhvaXDTtbAeBQFBeU10ozuozI8s1ub1owL2dJmvST3meCagtQg4xkeq4C1d-IUFz5mpO-3Mfwd60ekw/s1600/miriam01.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-jNTne3UGcuklg-vKA2Y8BE9w27GEFVkyfmwaTSZpWLPOYUC3qYCRBq3nhvaXDTtbAeBQFBeU10ozuozI8s1ub1owL2dJmvST3meCagtQg4xkeq4C1d-IUFz5mpO-3Mfwd60ekw/s400/miriam01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609947218049774962" border="0" /></a>Miriam is 10 years old today. Here is how she looked exactly 10 years ago!Mae Travelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13328946930935633113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32348190.post-42650043524319795582011-05-23T12:31:00.001-04:002011-05-23T12:34:01.264-04:00Nagini<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/12003515@N05/5744880657/" title="norton-simon1329 by mesander2000, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5310/5744880657_f1b21f247a_z.jpg" alt="norton-simon1329" height="640" width="283" /></a><br /><br />At the Norton Simon Museum in Pasadena we saw a lot of art from India and places near India. One statue showed a snake goddess, which is in this picture. You can see snake coils behind her. Here's the amazing thing: the Hindu name for a snake goddess is a nagini. So now I know where J.K.Rowling got her name for Voldemort's snake. Did you know that?<br /><br />This particular snake goddess is named Revati and her statue is around 1600 years old. In Hindu myths, snakes guard treasures that are underground, and snake goddesses (<span style="font-style:italic;">naginis</span>) look like humans but associate with snakes.Mae Travelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13328946930935633113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32348190.post-30231604257338814202011-02-07T07:20:00.003-05:002011-02-07T07:24:07.665-05:00Happy Birthday Alice!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4GBHNil5mbpspQB-myDZS1lX6YVbufNaDQ0cypWTpUiQNvY0PIMQCLuXPqgWy8Cs5CuSz088OYfW8Ezgw6jtm_YplSDhqb5buienPpOQMMjFIPgwr9qfqLkSMqSPO_BVqSLDENw/s1600/Photo+on+2011-01-13+at+16.21.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4GBHNil5mbpspQB-myDZS1lX6YVbufNaDQ0cypWTpUiQNvY0PIMQCLuXPqgWy8Cs5CuSz088OYfW8Ezgw6jtm_YplSDhqb5buienPpOQMMjFIPgwr9qfqLkSMqSPO_BVqSLDENw/s400/Photo+on+2011-01-13+at+16.21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570922188261018482" border="0" /></a>Here is Alice's most recent self-portrait with Photobooth. And here she is exactly 8 years ago today --<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ451HVeLDOd9aJwWu7ntIrYGFkWxWwo6ocOdMX3Oyr0NlW62R7xL-n1av3duff5VzNEmGASVQjMkc63fpppr3lLkheNFZyFqUiksnXpvTcO6ItLJYdJSnYIXdgNIw48cY2HXa/s1600-h/alicebday.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ451HVeLDOd9aJwWu7ntIrYGFkWxWwo6ocOdMX3Oyr0NlW62R7xL-n1av3duff5VzNEmGASVQjMkc63fpppr3lLkheNFZyFqUiksnXpvTcO6ItLJYdJSnYIXdgNIw48cY2HXa/s400/alicebday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028117815378891074" border="0" /></a>Mae Travelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13328946930935633113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32348190.post-14300623097119582762010-11-27T10:03:00.004-05:002010-11-27T10:28:13.004-05:00New Harry Potter Movie (with Spoilers)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit2bZGeWuRiUW7Ibl-Kw3Dd9T2sONLrbtOlRBthLWq2rbwdnZMtJJKyTtoMo9T1o5Rmtqf61csLlOZbj-5JOme2ck8YFKlPaM6IRdUz_ItzOI9ErlRCBiD9o2TISik_ctvHUnt7Q/s1600/harry_potter_7.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 233px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit2bZGeWuRiUW7Ibl-Kw3Dd9T2sONLrbtOlRBthLWq2rbwdnZMtJJKyTtoMo9T1o5Rmtqf61csLlOZbj-5JOme2ck8YFKlPaM6IRdUz_ItzOI9ErlRCBiD9o2TISik_ctvHUnt7Q/s400/harry_potter_7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544251559123468770" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Guest Post By Alice</span></span><br /><br />Well I just watched the new Harry Potter movie, and it is very good.<br /><br />The saddest part is when Dobby dies because they really exaggerate the sadness. Another sad part is when Hermione Granger <span style="font-style: italic;">obviates</span> her parents' memories so that she can be safe and so can they.<br /><br />The happiest part is the wedding when Fleur and Bill get married because Harry, Ron, and Hermione all get to see their friends.<br /><br />The scariest part is when Bathilda Bagshot gets invaded by the snake Nagini (Voldemort's snake). It comes out of her mouth and it's also pretty disgusting.<br /><br />The funniest part is when the defense guards come (Hermione, Ron, Fred, George, Hagrid, Mr. Weasley, Remus Lupin, Tonks, Mad Eye, Bill, Fleur, Mundungus Fletcher, and Kingsley Shacklebolt). They drink a potion and six people transform into Harry (Hermione, Ron, Fred, George, Fleur, and Mundungus). Fleur turns into Harry and still has her bra on, and says "Bill, don't look at me, I look hideous!"<br /><br />Another funny part is when Ginny and Harry are kissing and George walks in with a toothbrush coming out of his ear and he stared at them for a little bit and then said "Good morning." Ginny was definitely annoyed.<br /><br />In the previews and featurettes there was a funny featurette where Harry, Ron, and Hermione were all having a race. They had to run and jump over logs and run really fast. It really happened in the movie because snatchers were chasing them. Emma Watson, who plays Hermione, says, "Harry wants to beat me, I want to beat Harry, and Ron just wants to keep up."<br /><br />I really think you should read the Harry Potter books and watch the movies!Mae Travelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13328946930935633113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32348190.post-54554736150014588032010-11-26T17:42:00.003-05:002010-11-26T20:05:35.007-05:00The New Fabulous Iwako Erasers<span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Guest post by Miriam:</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">(With an interview of Alice)</span></span><br />Well the Iwako Erasers are totally in. Now some of my friends own 100-180 Iwako erasers, everybody loves them.<br />Here are some pictures:<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/12003515@N05/5210527130/" title="erasers4619 by mesander2000, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5203/5210527130_65cf075721.jpg" alt="erasers4619" height="375" width="500" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/12003515@N05/5209924945/" title="erasers4626 by mesander2000, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5210/5209924945_20d7c26249.jpg" alt="erasers4626" height="364" width="500" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/12003515@N05/5210523334/" title="erasers4622 by mesander2000, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4106/5210523334_dc10fe2d9d.jpg" alt="erasers4622" height="348" width="500" /></a><br /><br />This is an interview from my sister and what she thinks about Iwako Erasers:<br />So what do you really think about Iwako Erasers Alice?<br />I think they are really cool because you can take apart some parts and also at the same time play with them.<br />What erasers do you have?<br />Food: I have a pink baby, a green baby, cotton candy ice cream, an ice cream in a cone, a cupcake, two cakes, and dim sum.<br />Animals: a cow, a pig, a giraffe, a penguin, a puffer fish, an octopus, a dolphin, and a shell.<br />Wow that's a lot of erasers. I have:<br />Animals:a baby, a pig, a crab, a hamster, a squid, a dolphin, a dog, a frog, a penguin, a giraffe, and a cow.<br />Foods:a piece of sushi, a crumble cake, strawberry cake, and a piece of cake.<br />Other:a car and a yo-yo.Mae Travelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13328946930935633113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32348190.post-26515732255220802882010-11-07T14:10:00.003-05:002010-11-07T14:16:00.108-05:00A Craft Project: Guest Post by Miriam and Alice<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs6MHsg3XMrVcoFesxE5xjm9f9DracC1D5rvyJTXeiMtT8ro6GGeeGjRSg2y_OXvs7o02FIMZzPfUFeVBeqh8TXdr-Q7ueldT5vcrxneDHVSO5D52wTmRHPJQk-ppTWmLQPTE__w/s1600/m-a2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs6MHsg3XMrVcoFesxE5xjm9f9DracC1D5rvyJTXeiMtT8ro6GGeeGjRSg2y_OXvs7o02FIMZzPfUFeVBeqh8TXdr-Q7ueldT5vcrxneDHVSO5D52wTmRHPJQk-ppTWmLQPTE__w/s320/m-a2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536888376269886466" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpT6KoeutghvsLSDOSWvy5E38A3mLgowZx-CX2A_huQL4QtMIa-THFlp7sbSMThvS28f4tOnZDQ50hCQnH1fICz45Oy9_Mw9VZsBA2RNpv_aGIgmvQz3Rk3EdGKqmn3yhHBs5MOw/s1600/m-a1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpT6KoeutghvsLSDOSWvy5E38A3mLgowZx-CX2A_huQL4QtMIa-THFlp7sbSMThvS28f4tOnZDQ50hCQnH1fICz45Oy9_Mw9VZsBA2RNpv_aGIgmvQz3Rk3EdGKqmn3yhHBs5MOw/s320/m-a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536888373657452818" border="0" /></a><br />Miriam and Alice are doing projects with colorful duct tape, and sent these photos as a guest post.Mae Travelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13328946930935633113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32348190.post-13279448366365447442010-10-11T15:30:00.002-04:002010-10-11T15:33:12.036-04:00My Mother in 1913<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/12003515@N05/1226535198/" title="family by mesander2000, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1268/1226535198_2464dff19a_o.jpg" alt="family" height="284" width="360" /></a><br />My mother is the little girl holding her grandmother's hand. On the two sides are her sisters. Her mother stands next to her seated father, who died less than one year after the photo was taken. The three young men in the back row are her two brothers and a cousin. Her third brother was born shortly after the photo was taken.Mae Travelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13328946930935633113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32348190.post-68580450511174021112010-10-08T16:44:00.001-04:002010-10-08T16:44:43.894-04:00100 Years OldSunday is my mother's 100th birthday. She died in 1967, but I feel as if there should still be a celebration and some photos. I've already posted most of them at various times in the last few years, and I've also posted this at my other blog.<br /><br />First, here are some photos from the album she made when she was in high school:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/89/2828/1600/album1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/89/2828/400/album1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>The photo from 1914 is the only one I know of from her early childhood. I do not think there are any baby photos, but here is a photo of her dolls.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/89/2828/1600/dolls2%20-%201914.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/89/2828/320/dolls2%20-%201914.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />These were called "Nickel Dolls" because that was how much they cost. They are very small.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/89/2828/1600/album3.jpg"><br /></a>The next picture was taken just before she cut her hair for the first time in 1923. A cut-out of this photo is on the album page.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/89/2828/1600/648399/evelyn1924.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/89/2828/200/724787/evelyn1924.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Here is her wedding photo, from 1941, with my father, of course:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAVr-6qyEzvp2id13ZMLEht2gN87iERD6S3365COrJLEVmqt6tSZ4sOoE1HBT8u1ddjCiyYLrGRrrb2OaChb4d1jcJSn-iIHJMwFxp0cT2u93ettXmXjEtCmnKrFpnnOGZLsHH/s1600-h/evelyn-hymana.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAVr-6qyEzvp2id13ZMLEht2gN87iERD6S3365COrJLEVmqt6tSZ4sOoE1HBT8u1ddjCiyYLrGRrrb2OaChb4d1jcJSn-iIHJMwFxp0cT2u93ettXmXjEtCmnKrFpnnOGZLsHH/s400/evelyn-hymana.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176547552558530210" border="0" /></a>Evelyn and Hyman<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">And here's a photo from a bit later:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/89/2828/1600/elaine-mae-1948.0.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/89/2828/320/elaine-mae-1948.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Label on back: "The four Feldmans Aug 18, 1948." My brother was born around a year later, so he's not in the photo.<br /><br /></div></div><br />Finally, here's a photo of my mother, father, and me, in 1964.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizuk9i69rWM-QWFGbj65D1H3fLDMpI65YfZVtdQmvYB-IUtmQ0g6j9PRgmNxbrVuo3Bob1oXUqf9NAejWkF7X09_zaiPzVJxTqOtIVD1Nue3DNgl3TbKovGfzsPSIIW5hkjuY6/s1600/1964photo.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizuk9i69rWM-QWFGbj65D1H3fLDMpI65YfZVtdQmvYB-IUtmQ0g6j9PRgmNxbrVuo3Bob1oXUqf9NAejWkF7X09_zaiPzVJxTqOtIVD1Nue3DNgl3TbKovGfzsPSIIW5hkjuY6/s320/1964photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525778516131096962" border="0" /></a>Mae Travelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13328946930935633113noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32348190.post-48606370396188440092010-09-09T12:19:00.001-04:002010-09-09T12:23:28.218-04:00My favorite popular songMiriam and Alice want to know what new music I like. This is my favorite song, from my yoga class:<br /><br /><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TlFCfkyuQM0?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TlFCfkyuQM0?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"></embed></object>Mae Travelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13328946930935633113noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32348190.post-75728672571900506572010-09-04T15:15:00.001-04:002010-09-04T15:16:51.248-04:00Miriam's Bugs<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixbIw8HLA65pGBJXIUBIl6Ty2KDQYF9pMf6zLH-dazi1PdtFO9lYjLypiBibFI5hOslbCiRtbjGnCUpj4DE4OlLFrzhsOoY0tgE2yOvVo4VUKlLSHtlicg92L5BNDcDvkfNk_c8g/s1600/bugz4019.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixbIw8HLA65pGBJXIUBIl6Ty2KDQYF9pMf6zLH-dazi1PdtFO9lYjLypiBibFI5hOslbCiRtbjGnCUpj4DE4OlLFrzhsOoY0tgE2yOvVo4VUKlLSHtlicg92L5BNDcDvkfNk_c8g/s400/bugz4019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513139170061364370" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJPu_pc2cIKEwwW36wsbDtlQH-5QFgT9Hu_12IoOrT_JygoC-DjWe1nInsCqVLzbNxkY4FbSY41KNYdKoQZHlhvsWBis-CQD4bIbElfpXKv8OTflXMu5HaEcj6hfHl4cUhzz-vKw/s1600/bugz4025.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJPu_pc2cIKEwwW36wsbDtlQH-5QFgT9Hu_12IoOrT_JygoC-DjWe1nInsCqVLzbNxkY4FbSY41KNYdKoQZHlhvsWBis-CQD4bIbElfpXKv8OTflXMu5HaEcj6hfHl4cUhzz-vKw/s400/bugz4025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513139165513308354" border="0" /></a>Miriam named these leaf-like bugs Fall and Spring. After crawling around on her arms and hair for a while, fall flew into the swimming pool and drowned. Miriam was sad.Mae Travelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13328946930935633113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32348190.post-52526009870828673192010-09-03T09:16:00.003-04:002010-09-03T09:20:55.890-04:00Aragog<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/12003515@N05/4954207934/" title="aragog4012 by mesander2000, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4145/4954207934_02abf28dbf_z.jpg" alt="aragog4012" height="481" width="640" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">This spider isn't quite as big as Hagrid's friend Aragog, but she is almost an inch long. Miriam and Alice recently read all of the Harry Potter books so they knew the spider's name when the web appeared in their front yard.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">"Well, I would like to whack it, but my dad says I should not do it, because it's big and would get mad at me. I kept on blowing on it because my dad said it does not like windy areas. And I still want to whack it," said Miriam.</span>Mae Travelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13328946930935633113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32348190.post-62015704403999041082010-09-03T09:13:00.002-04:002010-09-03T09:16:26.764-04:00The School Open House<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/12003515@N05/4953617239/" title="school4008 by mesander2000, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4135/4953617239_f2ef83162b.jpg" alt="school4008" height="500" width="374" /></a><br /><br />It's almost the first day of school. Miriam is in fourth grade and Alice is in second grade, and we went to an open house to see teachers and friends. Here's Alice with Mrs. Liggett, her teacher:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/12003515@N05/4953617209/" title="school4009 by mesander2000, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4133/4953617209_e1074cb97c.jpg" alt="school4009" height="375" width="500" /></a>Mae Travelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13328946930935633113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32348190.post-50263340705878301222010-06-13T16:08:00.002-04:002010-06-13T16:14:27.841-04:00Penguins<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/12003515@N05/4672526830/" title="Penguins by mesander2000, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1302/4672526830_220d611e1d.jpg" alt="Penguins" height="375" width="500" /></a><br />On our trip to the Galapagos we saw several penguins. The penguins in the Galapagos islands are very small, compared to penguins in Antarctica. Like all penguins, their wings are small, and they can't fly. They use their wings in swimming underwater to catch fish. They call to each other with a braying noise.<br /><br />Galapagos penguins live the farthest from Antarctica of any penguins -- the Galapagos islands are on the equator. In the picture you can see tropical trees called mangroves. A tropical island seems to be a strange place to find a penguin!Mae Travelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13328946930935633113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32348190.post-6820755387952626902010-06-13T16:04:00.002-04:002010-06-13T16:07:34.491-04:00The Lorax<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/12003515@N05/4696690331/" title="Alice's Vision by mesander2000, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4071/4696690331_34c414b64a_b.jpg" width="640" height="407" alt="Alice's Vision" /></a><br />Alice drew this picture of the Lorax's world after the land recovered and the animals again had the food and water that they needed. She gave me the picture.Mae Travelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13328946930935633113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32348190.post-86385776124863571952010-05-09T07:45:00.001-04:002010-05-09T07:45:55.444-04:00Mother's Day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLkrmEP5nTsaalwvXC9fiC2SmOEODTAfuzreWIZ0YRW3BRG_uFusXUoyfB7md9-f6B8ZY41NdbivfxI2K-Y0ojIy7ry5aT88LaFtJCt1qfEyfUtJ5EyMjfBxK1iRG224m_jXNn/s1600/mathmona.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLkrmEP5nTsaalwvXC9fiC2SmOEODTAfuzreWIZ0YRW3BRG_uFusXUoyfB7md9-f6B8ZY41NdbivfxI2K-Y0ojIy7ry5aT88LaFtJCt1qfEyfUtJ5EyMjfBxK1iRG224m_jXNn/s400/mathmona.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469233950467420594" border="0" /></a>This is my present. Miriam and Alice picked it out for me on a visit to the Smithsonian. I bet they are cooking something for Evelyn this morning! Such thoughtful little girls. I'm so pleased with it that I posted it on all 3 blogs.Mae Travelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13328946930935633113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32348190.post-40205808885765275532010-05-03T21:04:00.001-04:002010-05-03T21:06:10.617-04:00Globe Puzzle<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCI5ezysOqb0TWaTydyYLfntU_Qhsn6et-eAQMibToED1CjV9va3KzzHCHHn-DEtxOkSeCbIXYEYCXjGUQqhk8KfjGtt21oiVIGYt7EcZTpl98Do5akP65C5kYlrZH1dllcTJ_/s1600/puzzle1931.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 377px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCI5ezysOqb0TWaTydyYLfntU_Qhsn6et-eAQMibToED1CjV9va3KzzHCHHn-DEtxOkSeCbIXYEYCXjGUQqhk8KfjGtt21oiVIGYt7EcZTpl98Do5akP65C5kYlrZH1dllcTJ_/s400/puzzle1931.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467214147112303634" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqbHF9hM3yBxjQdqD4GB8tzWXogbfC6ZQoBhGjso7wyAfgMjDKb8vwaDNOdZ-zI5Z3mK0btrSsQDMjQRdjD11G9tyDFZipfDmLihhsVqmjpfT2GLMOHaHrOEf0M5u0sXsj6FMd/s1600/puzzle1939.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqbHF9hM3yBxjQdqD4GB8tzWXogbfC6ZQoBhGjso7wyAfgMjDKb8vwaDNOdZ-zI5Z3mK0btrSsQDMjQRdjD11G9tyDFZipfDmLihhsVqmjpfT2GLMOHaHrOEf0M5u0sXsj6FMd/s400/puzzle1939.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467214138150060706" /></a><br />Over the weekend we worked an amazing puzzle: a globe with 540 pieces. Alice began with me, and we started sorting the pieces, which are numbered from the bottom up. (Unfortunately I didn't get a picture of her working on it.) Miriam did the final assembly which required very skillful steady hands. She was really patient and succeeded in getting the very difficult last pieces into place.Mae Travelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13328946930935633113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32348190.post-53577179588621660562010-05-03T20:57:00.002-04:002010-05-03T21:01:03.283-04:00IMAX Theater<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC1Q6SS-1e1I_Mq46uUtRWyHv8E9RHzFA53YTs03_RtgqHzZKMHVSAuByI4pUv7mHp03h-CZ4n8l67p0s8sy4yKuMOjsiresG1Cm0sRBc_wcmhSMgEoM7GMmGFOC2XDr02Jd5V/s1600/iMax1903.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC1Q6SS-1e1I_Mq46uUtRWyHv8E9RHzFA53YTs03_RtgqHzZKMHVSAuByI4pUv7mHp03h-CZ4n8l67p0s8sy4yKuMOjsiresG1Cm0sRBc_wcmhSMgEoM7GMmGFOC2XDr02Jd5V/s400/iMax1903.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467212445435560658" border="0" /></a><br />Sunday we went to the Smithsonian Natural History museum. Miriam, Alice, Evelyn, and Tom went to the butterfly exhibit while we went to a display from a nature photography contest. Later, we went to the IMAX theater to see a film about the Galapagos Islands. <br /><br /><img alt="http://www.seetheglobe.com/modules/wfdownloads/images/screenshots/galapagos_imax.jpg" src="http://www.seetheglobe.com/modules/wfdownloads/images/screenshots/galapagos_imax.jpg" /><br /><br />Soon we will be in the Galapagos for real!Mae Travelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13328946930935633113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32348190.post-53205345703025367232010-04-30T17:03:00.002-04:002010-04-30T17:07:16.974-04:00Reading Stories<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf-hByf3o8hW775d2sJ6VkwVepBeFZ5_pnwYryTZQirAofI0aGjfZXr_arB5nuN-bE0BAHvVY7aiJaeq44LU1hFHt0upCmNLN-902HGc7KGsmC7juVtd57dp0wiUPfS8PtzMYnCw/s1600/alicesclass1876.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf-hByf3o8hW775d2sJ6VkwVepBeFZ5_pnwYryTZQirAofI0aGjfZXr_arB5nuN-bE0BAHvVY7aiJaeq44LU1hFHt0upCmNLN-902HGc7KGsmC7juVtd57dp0wiUPfS8PtzMYnCw/s400/alicesclass1876.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466040009285726226" border="0" /></a>Mae Travelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13328946930935633113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32348190.post-66367143971025468422010-04-30T10:42:00.002-04:002010-04-30T10:45:51.368-04:00Mozart and Leonardo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg64GPZ8sEeRKtzJbycINMckwPp21J_20ePLIxqexh2KxQ_bXKwpzOuj5SHyU7BgwWtTF4gBfsuvrBlRwrY3Yyf9g5gQVVCzrx1kDyaZrsNbqoU9xs9JZsCauRPr0RLx69EVf9nfA/s1600/monalisa.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 287px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg64GPZ8sEeRKtzJbycINMckwPp21J_20ePLIxqexh2KxQ_bXKwpzOuj5SHyU7BgwWtTF4gBfsuvrBlRwrY3Yyf9g5gQVVCzrx1kDyaZrsNbqoU9xs9JZsCauRPr0RLx69EVf9nfA/s400/monalisa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465941636677003250" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFlyRnMz_KtqaSIa8QXF8IgeZLde3fk88byP9YCnAAKapDkxFdMRimcDoykl1PsGgdK5eCAHLQyrIs2tfJDm0Z-TFExqDwb2KWQia4m6s4bNbURIjoDln8askTXMXZJ_wqtuAEww/s1600/leonardonb2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 370px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFlyRnMz_KtqaSIa8QXF8IgeZLde3fk88byP9YCnAAKapDkxFdMRimcDoykl1PsGgdK5eCAHLQyrIs2tfJDm0Z-TFExqDwb2KWQia4m6s4bNbURIjoDln8askTXMXZJ_wqtuAEww/s400/leonardonb2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465941631665329650" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6gZ_twgItaaFLg4qp0v3kFyEeDOMXskYpf3aQ1oFffSwe-j1juNDVpQV4TRe8afSOzQI53kcIgLjNxpfAQN3EFU48bY6H5epkH4DGmnQbf1pdkAkR5F5UjBU_gDDTEniApqhGhQ/s1600/mozart2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6gZ_twgItaaFLg4qp0v3kFyEeDOMXskYpf3aQ1oFffSwe-j1juNDVpQV4TRe8afSOzQI53kcIgLjNxpfAQN3EFU48bY6H5epkH4DGmnQbf1pdkAkR5F5UjBU_gDDTEniApqhGhQ/s400/mozart2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465941623904145394" border="0" /></a>Today I am going to read some stories to Alice's class. These pictures go with the stories.Mae Travelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13328946930935633113noreply@blogger.com0