NEWPORT, R.I., Sept. 25. — The America’s Cup will remain in the United States. The most bitterly contested series of races for the famous old yachting trophy ended today when Rainbow, the defender, boiled over the finish line fifty-five seconds ahead of Endeavour.
No Post today. She is probably playing the organ in church today. Still ahead she comes home one October night to find strangers in her room!
So you have obviously figured out that my grandmother was a big part of my life. Many of my earliest memories are playing cards with her or listening to The Billy Goats Gruff – my favorite story that she read to me daily. You see, I went to her house every day after pre-school while my mother went to college. Actually, I went to her house regularly up until I could drive because she lived in a great neighborhood and we lived 7 miles out of town in the country. Her house was much more fun!
Even though my children only met her as babies, I must talk about her quite often. Below is a story my daughter wrote in fourth grade. Her promt was – something suddenly woke you out of a deep sleep, tell what happens next. I was brought to tears when I read it – knowing grandma is still with us – being passed down through memories and stories.
Whoosh! Whoosh! That was the sound of a mysterious balloon landing in the front yard on top of my mom’s florescent flowers.
For starters, it was very early on a Monday morning when I heard sounds in the wind and leaves cracking in my front yard. I didn’t want to stand-up and take a glimpse out my window but my legs forced me. I slowly wobbled like a penguin, over to my window. “WOW” I had whispered. Right in front of me was a gigantic neon hot air balloon! I quickly galloped over to my closet and threw on a neon green top with jean shorts, then ran down my curvy steps. I sneaked past my mom and dads room and out the door. I jumped into the chocolate brown basket and pulled on a snowy white rope.
Next thing I knew, I was in the bright blue morning sky. Out of nowhere I heard a rustling in the wind. I thought it was only the balloon so I dismissed it. Next I saw something as thick and puffy as a cloud. I became a little worried. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder and I was terrified. I shakily turned around. There stood, right in front of me, God himself! He told me to explore. So I did what he told me. You won’t believe who I found! I found my great-grandma there. She showed me around and we played board games together. I forgot I was in a balloon until it popped and I landed in my bed.
To wrap up, I had an awesome adventure in heaven. I feel happy that I hopped in the balloon. I learned the route of (to) heaven. I hope I will be able to visit again soon.
No Post today. She is wrapping up her first month of teaching in Roswell NM. Still to come she goes to the fair with a date!
As I look through old newspapers, I am surprised to see how many times the name of my Great-Grandfather comes up. He was a Methodist Missionary, but seemed to get a lot of press. His name comes up regular in church news, but he also received a lot of press about the Mexican Revolution. You can tell he was well respected and also well loved by his congregation and when he passed away in 1963. I found his picture printed in the center of the front page of the Colorado Springs Gazette-Telegraph. See below.
Here is what else was happening 80-years-ago today: