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| The Revolt of Mother

Posted by admin at 2008, October 1, 3:27 PM
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The story is called "The Revolt of Mother". It was written by Mary Wilkins Freeman. It was published as part of a collection of stories in 1891."Father, what are the men digging over in the field for?" The old man shut his mouth and continued getting his horse ready to ride. They were in the barn, standing before the wide open doors. The spring air was full of the smell of growing grass. Adoniram Penn looked at his wife Sarah. She looked as unmovable as one of the rocks in his fields."Father", she said, "I wanna know what the men are digging over there in that field for?""They are digging a foundation, if you have got to know.""For what?""For a barn.""Ah, a barn? You ain’t going to build a barn over there where we was going to have a house."The old man hurried away. The ...

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| On The Road

Posted by admin at 2008, October 1, 3:24 PM
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The story is called 'On the Road'. It was written by an American reporter Charles Kuralt. It is from his book called 'A Life On the Road'. For many years, Charles Kuralt traveled across the United States, telling interesting stories about Americans. His stories were broadcast on the CBS televison network. Later, some were published in books.I had the somewhat unrealistic idea that I would find interesting stories at every crossroads throughout the American countryside. So the cameraman, soundman and I started out with great hope from New York City.For a few rainy days, we drove through the small towns of New England, the northeast corner of the United States. We drove aimlessly without one idea in our heads. I began to get nervous, wondering if an idea would ever come.Then the sun came ...

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| Prelude

Posted by admin at 2008, October 1, 3:21 PM
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The story is called "Prelude". It was written by Edgar Valentine Smith. Salina Joe Hutshel was born in a cabin that had two rooms, one small window, and a dirt floor. Her parents, Shag and Marty Hutshel, built the little house in one day with the help of their families and friends. Salina Joe began to talk when she was one-year old. By the time she was seven, her parents couldn't answer any of her questions. Salina Joe's big black eyes were full of curiosity, but her mind stayed hungry. Her parents sent her to school for six months. They took her out as soon as she learned to read and write. Her parents had never learned. Salina Joe had to work on the farm. She planted corn and sweet potatoes in the hard red earth. She fed the cows and built fences. She cleaned the cabin and chopped ...

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| All the Years of Her Life

Posted by admin at 2008, October 1, 3:20 PM
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The drug store was beginning to close for the night. Young Alfred Higgins who worked in the store was putting on his coat, getting ready to go home. On his way out, he passed Mr. Sam Carr, the little gray hair man who owned the store. Mr. Carr looked up at Alfred as he passed and said in a very soft voice, ''Just a moment, Alfred, one moment before you go.''Mr. Carr spoke so quietly that he worried Alfred. ''What is it, Mr. Carr?''''Maybe you'd be good enough to take a few things out of your pockets and leave them here before you go.'' Said Mr. Carr. ''What things? What are you talking about?''''You've got a compact and a lipstick and at least two tubes of toothpaste in your pockets, Alfred.''''What do you mean?'' Alfred answered. ''Do you think I am crazy?'' His face got red.M ...

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| The White Circle

Posted by admin at 2008, October 1, 12:30 AM
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As soon as I saw Anvol sitting in the apple tree, I knew we would fight, I also knew, he would win. But winning or losing was not important, at least not so important as getting him down from the tree. The tree was mine. It was a young tree, and it had thirteen beautiful apples on it. Now my beautiful apples were under Anvol's shirt. The tree became mine the day I was twelve years old. Father called me to come to the barn to see the new young horses. When I got there, father lid a cigarette and placed one foot on the fence. He looked pleased and proud. "Toker", he finally said, "This is a big day. There before you, our five of the finest horses in all Virginia. Now I would give you a gift for your birthday, could you make a choice?" "Yes", I said. "Which one?'' he asked. "I would li ...

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