Weekly we are given an invitation to write a six-sentence story using the word prompt from GirlieOnTheEdge. This week the word prompt was “Fly.”
I had fun trying to write about as long a sentence as I could for each of the paragraphs today. And I enjoyed giving you, my faithful readers a glimpse of my childhood from kindergarten to sixth grade. What do you think?
Time flies… but I can recall when I was a little girl of about five, my sister Sally and I walked from Fig Lane (where we lived in a lovely little two bedroom, one bath home with our parents) to P Street School in Newman, California where I was a happy little kindergartener.
Time flies, but I can recall… when I was six, my sister and I continued our daily walks (it was about a mile each way) to P Street School where I was a very happy, very outgoing first grader in Mrs. Awe’s classroom, my favorite primary grade teacher who kept in touch with me for the rest of her life, even after our family moved away.
Time flies, but I can recall… when I was seven, my dad quit his job as a mechanic at Newman Garage and he sold our lovely little two bedroom house on Fig Lane and we moved into an old house next door to my paternal grandmother, about five miles out of town.
Time flies, but I can recall… when I was eight, we moved to a remote house twenty miles from anywhere except the stinky Tallow Works that my dad owned with three sorta relatives who also had old houses moved onto the remote property and my sister and I walked about two miles to the bus stop every morning to go to Crows Landing’s Bonita Grammar School where Mrs. Yetter (who was almost bald and looked as old as Methusalah) was my 3rd grade teacher.
Time flies, but I can recall… when I was nine and ten we still lived out there in the sticks by the smelly Tallow Works and we still had that long walk to the bus stop every morning – and walked back at the end of the day – but my life was much better because Mrs. Horwedel was my 4th and 5th grade teacher and she was a wonderful square dancer who taught us all to square dance and she let me be the “caller” – – – I was in 7th heaven!
Time flies, but I can recall … when I was eleven and twelve Mrs. Marlow was my teacher and she let me fly to my highest potential by recognizing and rewarding my talents by letting me go every day during spelling time (because I didn’t need it) to the kindergarten where I volunteered to help the teacher … and learned early on that I wanted to be a teacher, too, someday.
Yay!! Today’s snow is an answer to prayer. We have desperately needed the moisture. Isn’t it beautiful?
That’s our house behind the snow-laden trees.
And our Kenny absolutely loves it!
Crazy pup!!
Have a beautiful Thursday afternoon/evening, my friends.
I attended an art workshop this week. We all painted butterflies. 🦋 Mine’s not as good as I had hoped, but I had fun doing it. That’s what counts, right?
GirlieOnTheEdge invites us every week to “Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less. Use the current week’s prompt word.”
Six Sentence Story Link up at Wednesday’s post. Link goes live at 6:00 pm through Saturday late… Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers.
PROMPT WORD: SIGN Creative response: Six Haiku!
I did not post it That sign in the wilderness But someone else did
I did not post the Bizarre scribbled city sign But someone else did
I did not post this This unnecessary sign But someone else did
Clouds are often signs Posted by God to warn us Rain is on its way
What are useful signs Serving constructive purpose Posted by others?
Hmmm… understanding Is crucial to usefulness In all kinds of signs
What sign of the times has caught your attention recently? With Love, JanBeek
The sermon title at church today was “In the Wilderness.” The message by our interim pastor, Brian Conklin, was inspired by Matthew 4:1-11
Jesus Is Tested in the Wilderness
4 Then Jesus was led by the Spirit into the wilderness to be tempted[a] by the devil. 2 After fasting forty days and forty nights, he was hungry. 3 The tempter came to him and said, “If you are the Son of God, tell these stones to become bread.”
4 Jesus answered, “It is written: ‘Man shall not live on bread alone, but on every word that comes from the mouth of God.’[b]”
5 Then the devil took him to the holy city and had him stand on the highest point of the temple. 6 “If you are the Son of God,” he said, “throw yourself down. For it is written:
“‘He will command his angels concerning you, and they will lift you up in their hands, so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.’[c]”
7 Jesus answered him, “It is also written: ‘Do not put the Lord your God to the test.’[d]”
8 Again, the devil took him to a very high mountain and showed him all the kingdoms of the world and their splendor. 9 “All this I will give you,” he said, “if you will bow down and worship me.”
10 Jesus said to him, “Away from me, Satan! For it is written: ‘Worship the Lord your God, and serve him only.’[e]”
11 Then the devil left him, and angels came and attended him.
Here are the sermon notes I took as I listened to today’s message:
It’s no accident That Jesus ends up In the wilderness
It’s a place of clarity He spent forty days – Forty days and nights there
These forty days of Lent Are our chance, like Jesus, To stand up for our beliefs
What happens in the wilderness Doesn’t stay in the wilderness Jesus rejects political power
The promise of the Gospel Is that God has gone – He has gone ahead of us
Like our Lord Jesus, We venture into the wilderness It’s a place that propels us forward
In seasons of disorientation We wander without a clear end in sight We feel alone, but God is ahead of us
Instead of feeling overwhelmed Accept Jesus’ inspiration Let God catch and shape us
Gain inspiration in the wilderness It comes when we walk with Jesus May we gain clarity of purpose
May we walk with courage May we wander with a clear end in sight And let the wilderness propel us forward.
Today I wrote a letter to the editor of our local paper, the Ennis, Madison County Montana Madisonian. I decided it is time to write to my state and federal representatives, too, and write to my friends and neighbors locally about my concerns for the present divisiveness and for the future of our country (and the world). The USA is headed in the wrong direction. We must reverse course and reunite with our friends at home and abroad. We must do our part to stop the insanity. Here is what I wrote:
“Dear Editor,
In the February 12th Madisonian Opinion page, Doris Fischer’s letter to the editor, titled “Ignore the Drumbeat at our Peril” was very inspiring. She warned and encouraged us all. In her final paragraph she cautioned, “We citizens all need to pay close attention to what is happening.” She quoted other local citizens whose cautionary posts reminded us that we need to speak up and we need to choose our federal representatives wisely. Doris concluded that we “…must study up on the candidates running for this year’s Primary and General Elections… (and then) Vote.” It’s never been more important than it is now for us to pay attention to what is happening to our democracy, to our foreign relations, and to our moral base. If you are as concerned as I am about the divisiveness in today’s politics, then it’s time for you to speak up, too. We desperately need fervent voices to promote love and compassion. Join me! Write a letter to your representatives. Tell ‘em what you think. Promote neighborly sanity, world-wide peace and unity, and respect for all. Yes, as Lois Stephens wrote in her letter, “Enough is Enough!”
Write a story using 6 sentences. No more. No less. Today’s prompt: GROUND.
In spite of a couple months of dryness, the ground was opening up to new growth. It was February in Montana, but Mother Earth was tricked into thinking it was springtime! Birds tried to settle in the bluebird box while crocus decided the 50 degree days were an invitation. They sprang from the ground with a fervor that was destined to be short-lived. Not too soon, not soon enough, the rain, sleet, and the winter snows came and nearly buried the blossoms. But the evergreen trees were so grateful, and so were we… because the thirsty ground really needed that moisture… and so did we!
