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| About a Place Called Gabrielle's

Posted by admin at 2008, September 25, 4:39 PM
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There are a hundred places in New York like Gabriel's. Up front is a small bar, in back there are a few booths and a half of dozen tables, the husband is the cook, and the wife takes care of the bar. It has a name which is the first name of the husband or the wife or the town where they came from -- Lois, Tony's, Estelle's, or Maria's, or the Calaberian or the Belonia.To many people in New York, one of these places is the nearest thing to home they would never know. People in New York have two neighborhoods, the one where they work, and the one where they live. The way the city is one man's office is next to another man's home. And the street that is one man's place to make a dollar is also another man's place to make a life. So, each of these little restaurants has two complete and diff ...

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| Jacob Have I Loved

Posted by admin at 2008, September 25, 4:38 PM
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Our story is called Jacob Have I Loved ,by Katherine Paterson. It received the Newbery Award for the best book written for young people in the United States. The story takes place on Rass Island in the Chesapeake Bay along the eastern coast of the United States, near Maryland and Virginia. The story is told by Sara Louise Bradshaw, a 13-year-old girl who lives with her parents and her twin sister Caroline. Here is Gwen Outen with the story.Rass Island lies as low as the back of a turtle on the dark green water of the Chesapeake Bay. We Bradshaws have lived here for more than two hundred years. I love Rass Island although for much of my life I did not think I did. During the summer of 1941, every morning McCall Purnell and I would get my small boat and go out to catch shellfish called c ...

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| A Tall Tale

Posted by admin at 2008, September 25, 4:36 PM
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Today we tell a traditional American story called a tall tale. A tall tale is a story about a person who is larger than life. The descriptions in the story are exaggerated - much greater than in real life. Long ago, the people who settled in undeveloped areas of America first told tall tales. After a hard day’s work, people gathered to tell each other stories. Each group of workers had its own tall tale hero. An African-American man named John Henry was the hero of former slaves and the people who built the railroads. He was known for his strength.Railroads began to link the United States together in the nineteenth century. The railroads made it possible to travel from one side of the country to the other in less than a week. Before then, the same trip might have taken up to six ...

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| A Municipal Report

Posted by admin at 2007, December 28, 2:44 AM
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It was raining as I got off the train in Nashville Tennessee, a slow grey rain. I was tired, so I went straight to my hotel. A big heavy man was walking up and down in the hotel lobby. Something about the way he moved made me think of a hungry dog looking for a bone. He had a big fat red face and a sleepy expression in his eyes. He introduced himself as Wentworth Caswell - Major Wentworth Caswell from a fine southern family. Caswell pulled me into the hotel's bar room and yelled for a waiter. We ordered drinks.While we drank, he talked continually about himself, his family, his wife and her family. He said his wife was rich. He showed me a handful of silver coins that he pulled from his coat pocket. By this time I had decided that I wanted no more of him. I said goodnight.I went up to my ...

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| To Build A Fire

Posted by admin at 2007, December 28, 2:42 AM
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The man walked down the trail on a cold gray day. Pure white snow and ice covered the earth for as far as he could see. This was his first winter in Alaska. He was wearing heavy clothes and fur boots. But he still felt cold and uncomfortable. The man was on his way to a camp near Henderson Creek. His friends were already there. He expected to reach Henderson Creek by six o'clock that evening. It would be dark by then, his friends would have a fire and hot food ready for him. A dog walked behind the man. It was a big grey animal, half dog and half wolf. The dog did not like the extreme cold. It knew the weather was too cold to travel.The man continued to walk down the trail, he came to a frozen stream called Indian Creek. He began to walk on the snow covered ice. It was a trail that would ...

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