Transcription:
Thursday, May 8, 1997
Dear Father,
I pray this morning - right now, (6:30a.m.) for Sylvester, Donald, Travis, Willie and Alfred - all teens who need Your Love and guidance. May they listen to You. Thank-You, Jesus.
Lord, I have some little lumps under my skin on my forehead. Please take them away or guide me to know if and when I should go to Dr. Rosen.
Thank You for Serella's visit. Please give her a relaxing, pleasant day here at home while I volunteer at the hospital. Be with Judy, my Bible Study Fellowship leader.
Amen
Interpretation:
We found it quite interesting that she prayed not only for the lumps to go away but also to get guidance on when to see the doctor.
References:
- Hollingsworth, D. B. (1997). Joy in the Journey. Private Collection.
- Numerous facts were gathered from the private Richard Family Estate collection. These facts span numerous sources of information and contain genealogical data, photos, and newspaper articles.
Thursday, January 17, 2013
Friday, January 4, 2013
Black Composition Book - #1
Transcription:
A large explosion rocked Neil out of his deep sleep. A second and larger explosion rocked Neil out of his bed. Within seconds he was pulling his clothes on and wondering what the hell was happening.
Neil was staying with his mother and stepfather in a rural town in north-western Pennsylvania. The community was very quiet and very closenit [sic].
As Neil was thinking of all the dreadful possibilities, shoots [sic] rang out in the backyard. A split second later, glass shattered and his mother screamed. Two shots rang out right before he heard a thud.
Before he could open his window to jump out and escape, Neil's door burst open. Three men, he assumed they were male, dressed in black entered with their guns all aimed at Neil, except for the fourth man he could barely see. This one was watching the backs of his companions.
The first man into the room looked at Neil and said, "Good, you're dressed. That's less work for us."
he then pulled an odd looking gun from a holster on his hip and shot Neil before he could think of a reply.
Luckily for Neil it wasn't a bullet that entered his body, it was a tranquilizer dart. When he realized this, Neil took two steps forward. He raised his fist in an attempt to hit the attacker that just shot him. Suddenly Neil lost control of his muscles as his entire body went rigid. Blackness started to enshroud Neil. The last thing he remember before losing conciousness [sic], is the first attacker pushing him over with his pinky, then laughing with the second attacker at their creul [sic] joke...
Interpretation:
Nothing like yet another story with a bad plot, bad grammar, and bad spelling. What can I say, I was young. I'm not sure where I was going with this story but I vaguely recall them taking me to a space ship. Or at least that's where I was thinking of going with my story. Thankfully I didn't get that far along in the plot.
References:
- Richard, Neil. (1994). Untitled. Private Collection.
- Numerous facts were gathered from the private Richard Family Estate collection. These facts span numerous sources of information and contain genealogical data, photos, and newspaper articles.
A large explosion rocked Neil out of his deep sleep. A second and larger explosion rocked Neil out of his bed. Within seconds he was pulling his clothes on and wondering what the hell was happening.
Neil was staying with his mother and stepfather in a rural town in north-western Pennsylvania. The community was very quiet and very closenit [sic].
As Neil was thinking of all the dreadful possibilities, shoots [sic] rang out in the backyard. A split second later, glass shattered and his mother screamed. Two shots rang out right before he heard a thud.
Before he could open his window to jump out and escape, Neil's door burst open. Three men, he assumed they were male, dressed in black entered with their guns all aimed at Neil, except for the fourth man he could barely see. This one was watching the backs of his companions.
The first man into the room looked at Neil and said, "Good, you're dressed. That's less work for us."
he then pulled an odd looking gun from a holster on his hip and shot Neil before he could think of a reply.
Luckily for Neil it wasn't a bullet that entered his body, it was a tranquilizer dart. When he realized this, Neil took two steps forward. He raised his fist in an attempt to hit the attacker that just shot him. Suddenly Neil lost control of his muscles as his entire body went rigid. Blackness started to enshroud Neil. The last thing he remember before losing conciousness [sic], is the first attacker pushing him over with his pinky, then laughing with the second attacker at their creul [sic] joke...
Interpretation:
Nothing like yet another story with a bad plot, bad grammar, and bad spelling. What can I say, I was young. I'm not sure where I was going with this story but I vaguely recall them taking me to a space ship. Or at least that's where I was thinking of going with my story. Thankfully I didn't get that far along in the plot.
References:
- Richard, Neil. (1994). Untitled. Private Collection.
- Numerous facts were gathered from the private Richard Family Estate collection. These facts span numerous sources of information and contain genealogical data, photos, and newspaper articles.
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