The Old Folks at Home

I give up! I guess I am the only one who wants a newsletter this month. I have no submissions, other than the one I am doing. I will send it out as I have it prepared and you can all e-mail your responses. Then I can add them, or not, depending on what you all do. However, there is only a week left of July and the deadlines have come and gone and the reminders have been ignored. Some of you think we should do this every other month, but that would just mean that I would have to nag you every other month instead of every month as I now do. Then you would want to do this once every two months and then, not at all. I want to do this; I think it is a way to keep the family close since we are all so spread out. We love each other and it is nice to know what each person is doing. Some families have no idea where their cousins are or how they are. They would not know if a family member died. I do not want that to happen to our family. I want the cousins to be friends even in their old age. My grandmother (Smith) was still in contact with her cousins and siblings when she died. Grandpa Pitts was a great one for keeping in touch. We should take a note from them and do the same.

Since June, I have had the great privilege of taking care of a couple of moms, new babies and families. Julie, as you all know, went term with little Christene. Little Mary loves her baby sister and is not overly mothering but is happy to be helpful. Christene is a good baby, most of the time, and Julie is often able to get more than two hours sleep at a stretch. Julie had the great honor (?) of having both a mother-in-law and a mother move into her threebedroom home to stay for a couple of weeks. Then, oddly enough, both of us left to take care of daughters who were living in (or near) Colorado Springs and both of whom had babies.

Kirsten went into labor the first day of her move to her first house. After working all day, we went out to eat. She was sitting at the table and said she must be having Braxton Hicks contractions. I felt her tummy and told her they were real. Later that night she went to the hospital and gave birth to little Ryan during the early morning hours. Do not worry about his cleft lip. It will be repaired when he is approximately three-months old or is the right body weight. He will not have mental disability problems and his teeth and pallet are not involved so it will be an easier repair and he will be normal and will look great. (I already think he does look great! He is a handsome little fellow and has a sweet personality.) We got Kirsten completely moved, unpacked, all the boxes thrown away, and everything (except pictures) put away. She finally got her dryer installed the day I left so she had to do the laundry by herself. Her house is now livable and the family is enjoying it. I got to go the Air Force Academy in Colorado for the fireworks on the Fourth. It was fun. You have to have a card to get in so Jared’s and Kirsten’s friend took us in. Some of you did the parade in Provo (along with Grandpa) and the fireworks in Nephi.

Braden has been to visit and will be back for a few more days. He is a lot of fun. He has grown into a great guy and is helpful and thoughtful. It is nice to see him developing the traits that will make him a good missionary. AnnMarie took him to Seven Peaks and he lost the hair on one side of his leg because he brushed against the side of the tubing slot. It is quite funny looking because he has hairy legs and now has a bald spot on one.

Todd has been here and we have had a fun camping trip where many of you were able to come and spend a couple of days at our canyon. Except for a couple of bites here and there, everyone had a great time. Todd is now back in Ohio working and his family, this week, are on a camping trip with the Gordons. It is Amy and her mother’s birthday week so they are having fun celebrating. They spent time with our family before I got here and compensated by coming back and spending a couple of days and nights with us here at our home after Todd was gone.

We all joined together (Braden, Shawn and family, Todd and family, AnnMarie and family, Dad and I, and Jim’s brother in Utah and his family, two of his sisters and his Mom, Dad and Grandma Jones) for Christene’s blessing. We had a big meal at Julie’s house afterward. It was good weather and we put up those outdoor tent-like gazebos and ate outside. It was great fun. We also had an indoor barbeque at

AnnMarie’s house while Todd was here.

It was much too hot outside. Braden and Siovhan were there. Siovhan says her class is over and now she is just working all the time—up to 11 hours a day. Dad and Jim took on a project while I was with Kirsten. They tore out the rock wall, rebuilt it and started putting in the sprinkler system Todd got in a couple ofdays work and Jim hired his summer helper to also work on the project. It has been three weeks and is “just nearly” done but not done. They would pick the hottest time of the year to do the work. We have had 100-plus temperatures forndays.

We spent the first time in our new trailer while Todd was here and (except for Dad who was trying to kill himself with work) found it to be an excellent purchase. We hope we can all enjoy it at our family camp on Labor Day weekend. That is also the time of Bree’s and Jason’s birthday (Sept. 5) so they can

use a little party.

Julie is in Idaho this week. She and Jim and girls went to help Dad Jones with a concrete-laying project and will be gone for several days.

AnnMarie has been working for Jared Eldridge and has put in a long threedays. She actually did two courts the same day and at the same time. It required a lot of running back and forth. Jared is on vacation and AnnMarie and Brandon get to go on an Idaho/Utah based vacation next week.

The Ute Stampede has come and gone. I have mixed feelings about it. I like the rodeo but I get a little tired of always being the newspaper rep. Heath and Rebecca did do the photos on Thursday night and Braden, Todd, Michael, Tyler, Emily, LHT, Grandpa Gordon and I got to go to the rodeo as regular folk. A bunch of us, including AnnMarie and kids, Julie and kids, and Amy J., and kids, Todd and kids and Grandpa Gordon went to the horse parade. Then Julie and girls, Braden and I went to the Mammoth Parade.

Uncle Charles and Aunt Merle Edwards came for the rodeo. Dad walked past them on Thursday night and then came and got me. We had a short and noisy visit (they weren’t noisy, the rodeo was) and then they came to the house for a visit on Friday morning. It was so good to see them. They miss Grandpa Pitts also. They stayed up the canyon in their trailer. Uncle Charles is volunteering as a dentist for those who need help but can’t afford it.

I have not seen my sweet little Erin and my good little boy Donovin since the week of Donovin’s birthday. They stayed with us then for a few days that week. I miss getting to see them as often as I once did. Grandma Barbara says that they are healthy and well and are happy. “We are doing OK, and the little kids are doing great,” she said. “Let me know exactly what is happening for the camping trip over Labor Day. That is Bree’s birthday also, so we are trying to decide how we want to make the trip. So, how many days, how much for the camp spot and the exact dates? I am going to try to rent a camper for the trip. Myrna, please email me with the family plans.”

Shawn and Dane have been on scout camp. Now, this week, they are going to family camp where Shawn earned his Woodbadge last year. They wanted to go to Kirsten’s for Ryan’s blessing on Aug.

5 but will not get home in time. Todd and his family and Dad and I will be going. Todd and Michael have also been on a scout camp. Brigitta spent a week with Kim’s birth mother and her half-brother in California. It was a new experience for her. Eric and Amy did have a visit, with family, to Colorado to Amy’s Great-Grandmother’s home. The rest of the time they have been putting in long hours at work and the kids have, while I was gone, been at a sitters. Now that Alyssa is 12-years old, she can baby-sit her family but Jason is not year old enough to do that. I think, however, that they were all glad to see me. Kimberly, Melanie, AnnMarie and Kirsten all had the good-fortune to spend time at girl’s camp. I remember those days when that was my summer fun. Most of the guys spent time with Scouts and Scout camp one way or the other. Shawn and Todd as scoutmasters.

I made a bunch of baby blankets and delivered most of them. Hey, I think if I keep practicing I may actually get good at it, or not. I am still working on a couple. I am hoping that all of you Utah kids will be at Auntie Helen’s family reunion “Christmas in July.” David and Bree said they were planning on coming. Jim and Julie were planning to be there but now they will be helping in Idaho so they will not make it. I wish there were some way, other than having someone die, to get us all together at one time. That is why I like the newsletter—it makes us all take a moment to let others know what we are doing and that we still remember each other.

When your parents die, the only people who know where you are coming from are your siblings. Try to stay close!

Mona is having their fireworks on July 22 to celebrate Pioneer Day. We hope to see those. They actually have better fireworks there than the Air Force. It isno wonder that folks come from miles around just to see them. Nephi fireworks fans, don’t tell Nephi city fathers, but the Mona ones are better. They even broadcast via loudspeaker, the music designed by Jason Gibson. Season five of the new pageant in Nephi, the Mormon Handcart Pageant, will be held July 26 through 29 at the county fairgrounds. This is the 150th year since the handcarts ran into trouble in Wyoming. That occurred in 1856 when the Martin and Willie Handcart companies were hit hard by winter storms.

Following that is the county fair. Keeps us all busy, I suppose, and maybe it might work to bring enough revenue into Nephi that our property taxes can be lower. (I am still giggling over that one.) All this activity does keep AnnMarie busy, she sees all the unsavory people who come to town.

Dad and I love each and every one of you. We love our sweet grandchildren and think that each one of them is a gift from Heaven. We also love you.

Mom and Dad

Edwards History Found by Melanie

Rudolphus Edwards, son of Adonijah and Polly Edwards, came to Cleveland in the fall of 1798 from Chenango, N. Y. He was accompanied by his wife and two daughters, one an infant of two months old.

The eldest of the children was the only one of Mr. Edwards' first wife, Rhoda Barnett Edwards, whom he married in Tolland, Conn., in 1790, and who died three years later.

He married, secondly, Miss Anna Merrill. 

It is claimed of the Edwards family that they came with a party of twelve people who met in New York State while on their way to Cleveland. They were Nathaniel Doan and family, Samuel Dodge, Stephen Gilbert, Nathan Chapman, and, lastly, Joseph Landon, who had spent part of the previous winter in Cleveland.

Mr. Edwards had been engaged in surveying wild lands for six years before his arrival, and the compass used by him during that period is preserved in the Historical Society.

He built a log cabin at the foot of Superior Street and a few feet south of it. This the family occupied for two years. Meanwhile, he purchased 500 acres of land on Butternut Ridge, afterwards called Woodland Hills Avenue, and lately renamed Woodhill Road. It was at the eastern terminus of a highway now called Woodland Avenue. The farm extended north and east of Woodland to Fairmount Street. To this farm the family were driven by the virulence of the malaria that attacked them all while they lived by the riverside, and here another log cabin was erected for their use. After ten years' occupation of it, Rudolphus Edwards engaged Levi Johnson to replace it with a frame tavern, which became an old landmark of future years. It was called the "Buckeye House," and its roof sheltered many a pioneer family bound for

townships south and east of Newburg, and its hospitality cheered and comforted in hours of weariness and discouragement.

The occupation of tavern keeping and the care of his large farm were two of the many activities engaged in by Mr. Edwards. In the winter season he often drove his slow-moving ox-team as far south as Pittsburg with a load of wild honey, receiving in payment household supplies. He also made trips to Detroit, carrying hay and other commodities to the garrison established there by the government before 1812.

In later years, when his age began to tell upon him, he gave his whole attention to his farm and tavern. It is said of him that, "Rain or snow, hot or cold, as regularly as Saturday came around, Uncle Dolph, as he was affectionately called, with his old horse, Dobbin, oldtime carryall, and big brindle dog seated bolt upright on the seat by the side of his master, would make his appearance in town for the purchase of supplies for the following week."

Anna Merrill Edwards was a woman of uncommon good sense and judgment qualities much needed in those pioneer days. If Uncle Dolph kept too many irons in the fire, Aunt Dolph had as many more in constant use. Six children were added to the two brought from Tolland, all born in the old tavern. Besides a family of ten to care for, and the uncertain traveling public to entertain, there were spinning, weaving, soap-making, candle-dipping, and numberless other things on her hands, and she performed these tasks faithfully and as a matter of course. But she died in middle age-53-when her youngest child was 15.

Mr. Edwards lost his father, mother, wife, and a daughter 25 years old within a period of three years. He died in 1840. All the members of the Edwards family who died in Cleveland were buried in a small cemetery in the rear of the old Congregational church, northwest corner of Euclid Avenue and Doan Street. It was then called the East Cleveland burying-ground. The entrance was from Doan Street. The largest and the finest monument in it, and, eventually, the last one, was that of the Edwards family, and, finally, when all the bodies had been removed from the cemetery, this, with other Edwards grave-stones, remained standing until the old church was razed. A big bank building stands on the site of the little church, and part of the cemetery is covered by another towering edifice.

Adonijah Edwards, the father of Rudolphus Edwards, was a soldier of the American Revolution. At an advanced age he came to Cleveland to live with his son. His wife Polly accompanied him, and they lived the remainder of their days in this Western pioneer town. He died in 1831, aged 90, and Polly Edwards only a year later, aged. 88. They were buried in the small cemetery, and their children, one by one, rested beside them.

The child of Rudolphus and Rhoda Barnett Edwards was Sally Edwards, m. Patrick Thomas.

The children of Rudolphus and Anna Marrill Edwards: Rhoda Edwards, b. 1798; m. Lyman Rhodes; 2nd, John Fay. Cherry Edwards, b. 1800; m. Samuel Stewart. Clara Edwards, b. 1802; m. David Burroughs. Anna Edwards, b. 1805; m. Noble Olmstead Stark Edwards, b. 1808; m. Hannah Saxton. Lydia Edwards, m. Lyman Little. Rudolphus Edwards, m. Sophia Mussen. 

Cherry Edwards Stewart, daughter of Rudolphus Edwards, Sr., was a merryhearted woman who loved social pleasure. She was always on hand when sleigh-rides were proposed, and a beautiful dancer, who never lacked for partners at a party, even in middle age, and was leader in any fun going on. She was extremely neat, and, it is said, although refusing to use washboards after they were invented, her clothes hung on the line were snowy white. She had no daughters, but loved her many young nieces, and nothing gave her more pleasure than to initiate them in the various household mysteries she had herself mastered.

Children of Samuel and Cherry Edwards Stewart: Calvin Stewart, unmarried; d. aged, 20. Rudolphus Stewart, m. Margaret Sayles. She married 3rd, Edward Carter. Jehiel Stewart, m. Sophia Thomas sister of Dr. Thomas. Noble Stewart, removed to the West, married and had children

Children of Noble and Anna Edwards Olmstead: Margaret Olmstead, Maria Olmstead, Stark Olmstead, Levi Olmstead twins Both parents died young, and the children were raised by their uncles and aunts. Rudolphus Edwards, Jr., took Margaret Olmstead, and Cherry Stewart took Maria Olmstead.

Children of Rudolphus, Jr., and Sophia Mussen Edwards: John R. Edwards, m. Mary Grower. Lydia Edwards, m. Newton Bate. Mary J. Edwards, m. Daniel Grower. Sophia R. Edwards, m. Edwin Roberts. Sarah Ann, and Julia Stark Ed-wards, unmarried. Mrs. Sophia Roberts is a well-known member of the Western Reserve Chapter, D. A. R. In Harvard Grove Cemetery can be found the following inscriptions. No knowledge of the couple obtainable. "Henry Edwards died 1804, aged 52 years. Mary Edwards, his wife, died 1814, aged 54 years."

Also "Thomas Edwards, died 1829, aged 27 years."

Rocky Mountain “Hi!”

If we thought April and May were crazy, this first part of June beats them all! Within the next two weeks (by the time you read this), we will have had a baby, purchased a home, replaced carpet, moved, split wards and gained new callings. The two upsides to all of this are that everything is happening during girl's camp (though, I actually enjoy going since we only do it on a ward level, which means much less infighting) and our new home has AC (halleluiah)!

We also just found out that Whitney got into our incredible charter school for next year's kindergarten (another sigh of relief). That also means that we will get to go to Utah for Jared's dental conference that third weekend in August (the charter school starts one week later than the rest of the district). It also means much easier clothes shopping (they're the only school that requires uniforms).

So not much happening around here (nothing like going to girls camp and"getting" to be a ma and pa for trekking or taking a nice long vacation to Utah, or summer camps, etc.). Just the normal life. We will let you all know when we have news of a happy arrival at our house and will fill you in with much more detail next month (and pictures)!

Love,

The Waites

The Buzzn’ Joneses

Dear Family,

We are excited to announce the arrival of Christene S Jones. She was born on May 29, 2006 at 5:47 p.m. She was 9 lbs. 2 oz. and 19 1/2 inches long. She currently has dark brown hair, which will probably fall out and come in reddish-blond just like her sister Mary's hair. She will be blessed on Sunday, July 9, 2006 at 9 a.m in Nephi.

Mary loves her little sister. She gives her butterfly kisses. Mary is a big helper because she gives Christene her pacifier and brings her diapers. It is amazing how quickly Mary is growing up. She enjoys being a big girl.

Jim is a minority around our house, being the only male, but he loves his little girls. He has been busy moving and supering the bees. Work is getting done quickly due to long hours and a helpful employee. He is still the Elder's Quorum President which also keeps him busy.

We sure have enjoyed talking to each of you in the last month. We love you all and hope you are all doing well.

Love,

The Four Nephites

The Fabulous Five

Well, we are all well and look forward to the camp out. We were planning on going to the x-mass in July but David was unable to get off work. So we have decided to do the Labor Day thing. We have been planning on it and we already have asked for it off. Besides Arbree can't think of a better way to spend her Birthday then with her family. The kids can't wait so please ask us to bring something and we will.

Grandma Barbara is doing well, she has been doing very good with the kids and she bought a new computer which she has unbelievable fun on, you should see the games and screen savers very cool. The kids got her old one and you should see how fast they have picked up that thing. Erin changes the background on the home page every day and Donovin is rewriting programs and uninstalling them, we are not sure that is a good thing but we laugh anyway. It’s all good until he crashes the computer. Erin wants the Internet but Dad is adamant about not letting her have it.

David’s company got bought out and takes over next month, he is upset because they are going to change the color of his truck and shirts from white and blue to bright orange. He says it’s a good thing he is colorblind. But now we can see him coming from a mile away. Ha Ha

Arbree is doing well in her Job, she still has it and she is looking forward to the company vacation on New Years to Walt Disney World in Orlando Florida, sorry guys the kids are going with us this time. We cannot go without them.

Erin and Donovin have been swimming almost everyday, and Arbree has a tan, can you believe it? A TAN

Anyway that is the gist of it, boring I know but life is good and we love you all.

The St. George Trauntveins and Anderson

The Fabulous Five

Well, we are all well and look forward to the camp out. We were planning on going to the x-mass in July but David was unable to get off work. So we have decided to do the Labor Day thing. We have been planning on it and we already have asked for it off. Beside Arbree can't think of a better way to spend her Birthday then with her family. The kids can't wait so please ask us to bring something and we will.

Grandma Barbara is doing well, she has been doing very good with the kids and she bought a new computer which she has unbelievable fun on, you should see the games and screen savers very cool. The kids got her old one and you should see how fast they have picked up that thing. Erin changes the background on the home page every day and Donovin is rewriting programs and uninstalling them, we are not sure that is a good thing but we laugh anyway. It’s all good until he crashes the computer. Erin wants the Internet but Dad is adamant about not letting her have it.

David’s company got bought out and takes over next month, he is upset because they are going to change the color of his truck and shirts from white and blue to bright orange. He says it’s a good thing he is colorblind. But now we can see him coming from a mile away. Ha Ha

Arbree is doing well in her Job, she still has it and she is looking forward to the company vacation on New Years to Walt Disney World in Orlando Florida, sorry guys the kids are going with us this time. We cannot go without them. Erin and Donovin have been swimming almost everyday, and Arbree has a tan, can you believe it? A TAN

Anyway that is the gist of it, boring I know but life is good and we love you all.

The St. George Trauntveins and Anderson

Miracles of e-mail

Some of you use this easiest of all computer programs to stay in touch. If you don’t use or understand it, e-mail offers a treasury of ways to communicate. Here are some possibilities.

• Cheap. Once you’re online, there is no further expense.
• Easy to reference. Sent and received messages and attachments can be stored safely, logically and reliably.
• Easy to use. Once you’re set up, sending and receiving messages is simple. That goes for a host of other email functions. Data storage and contacts can be accessed quickly and easily.
• Easy to prioritize. Incoming messages have subject lines that mean you can delete without opening. How much time does that save compared to ‘snail mail?’
• Fast. Message to send? Done, under a second! Email is by far the fastest form of written communication. Send the same message to any number of people. Adaptations are simple, too.
• Global. Web based email means you can access your messages anywhere online. Going oversees? Before you go, mail yourself a copy of your passport number, travel insurance details or your accommodation details.
• Info at your fingertips. Storing data online means less large, space taking file cabinets, folders and shelves. You can access information far quicker if you learn how to use email this way.
• Send reminders to yourself. Do you use more than one account? Email yourself messages from work to home or vice versa. 
• Get replies to your mail in minutes, not days or weeks.
• “Chat” with others by typing your conversation. No long distance $$.
• Mail and receive photos of family, events, or even your garden.
• Send and receive musical, voice, even video recordings. Watch a grandbaby’s first steps on your screen.
• Send electronic greeting cards that even sing to the recipient.
• Pass genealogy information back and forth instantly.
• Create and share a monthly family newsletter.
• Share entire articles, with pictures even.
• Play “board games” with your grandchildren a continent away.
• Order and send gift-wrapped presents via the “web”.
• Video tape events that you or your children cannot attend. Sending these tapes back and forth lets you in on your children’s and grandchildren’s lives and them in on yours. 

10 Disadvantages of Email

• Emotional responses. Some emails cause upset or anger. A reply in the heat of the moment can’t be retracted.
• Information overload. Too many people send too much information. Learn how to use email effectively and you’ll reduce time wasted on this.
• Lacks the personal touch. Some things are best left untyped. Email will never beat a hand written card or letter when it comes to relationships.
• Misunderstandings. Emails from people who don’t take the time to read what they write before clicking send.
• No respite. The law of the empty inbox – leave it and will grow. Ignore it at your peril! 
• Pressure to reply. Procrastinating doesn’t make it go away.
• Spam. Having to deal with spam and spoofs is one of the worst avoidable time wasters online.
• Sucks up your time. Over checking messages is time wasted on low value, passive activity.
• E-mails that are too long. Email is suited to brevity.
• Viruses. A virus could seriously affect your computer. If you want know how to use email, you need to know how to deal with these.

Now you know the advantages and disadvantages of email, you have a platform to know how use email as a time saver rather than time waster.

This idea comes from Mark Forster's excellent book 'Do It Tomorrow':

• Create two folders -- call them ‘backlog’ and action’.
• Isolate the backlog. All emails received prior to today go in the backlog folder.
• Now your inbox contains today’s incoming mail. At the end of the day, deal with it. You can:
• Do it. Act if it’s short or urgent enough.
• Delete it. If it’s irrelevant.
• Defer it. Put it in the action folder for tomorrow.

You now have an empty inbox.

A book of voices!‏ Written by Brigitta Trauntvein

A BOOK OF VOICES

By: One who calls herself Brigitta, yet has many names.



CHAPTER ONE!

There are many accounts of people hearing voices. But this one is unique!* For as you hear many times in the books you read and movies you watch, this story begins with ... Once Upon A Time.

"Milika, hurry up!" calls Brushel. "We have to be at the village by sundown! Or the voices might get us!" I shivered. The voices were like a disease among the Latie village. They came upon villagers who stayed out past the suns rays. The voices aloud their hosts to hear them, as they spoke nonsense into the captives ear. They had fallen upon my father and the very thought of them infesting me was to much to bare. I ran! Brushel ran along with me. As two friends we ran for what seemed only minutes before we were within view of the village.

The sun was setting as we finally stopped on the path between our homes. "Goodnight!" said Brushel as she gasped for air. Then she seemed to catch her breath and add. "We'll go to sky lake tomorrow! That's closer, so we can stay all day!" Delighted I gave her a hug, smiled and ran home. Then at the door I stood and waved. Brushel waved back and then hurried inside as a strong wind rushed by flaring up her skirt. I did the same.

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*And for most stories to be really unique they must be made up. But this story is not made up! No, not at all! It is dreamed up! And dreams are unique in there own special way. For some are true and some just haven't happened yet. : )


CHAPTER TWO!


As the suns rays returned to our village our people slowly started to emurge from their houses. Mostly men, for they were to make sure it was safe for their family to follow them.  I just walked out I had no father to do that anymore and nothing had ever happened before.  But today was different.
After a while of walking around. I turned toward my friend Brushels house. Why hadn't she come out yet everyone else was out here! Maybe something was wrong!
I ran like the wind to the front door. I nocked hard hoping to be heard. I saw Brushel she came up to the door and smiled.
It was a weird smile though, one that you use when you are trying to be funny or like the smile of the m's! (The mental's.)
I started to back away as I saw her.
She was talking to someone else, but who I could see that the whole family was outside.
I peaked in the window.
No one was there.
She opened the door.
I ran.
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This book has short chapters! But they will get longer! I may even change the 1st ones!
Or the whole story! It depends! The cool thing about this is that you get to see how authors change the story as they move along! Weird huh? I know alot will change! But for now! I hope you are at least interested in what happens! Sorta!

WARNING: EMAIL CONTAINS NO POINT! : D

It is currently 12:42 a.m. here in Birds Landing, Califonia! I am going home tomarrow! :D YAY! Yet even though I am full of joy, I am also.... *insert scary music* ..........BORED! Yes, it fills me with pain to admit it! My syc doc told me it was for the best to express my emotions!.....I punched him.-see note below- (I think I  am getting a hang of this stuff!) So now I am practicing by sharing how bored I am! Isn't it just so refreshing! *rolls eyes*! Wahoo! :P 
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...............................................................................................................................................................................................URGH! CAN'T CONTROL BOREDOM! .....m..us.t........h..o...ld......o....u....t...........*BOOM*

"A large explosion seems to have occured inside her head. She fell backward hitting her head. A few minutes later she was up once more. We are guessing it was due to the fall that she started saying random words, making weird noises, jumping up and down, and destroying all in sight." Were the words of a news report that day. But we all know the true story. It was boredom that inflicted these things apon her. BOREDOM! Boredom is the reason she is now in the syc ward! So let that be a warning to you all! Boredom does stuff to you....

-Note that all this is just a fictional dream and is all due to the present mental state of the author!-______________

Myrna wrote: Maybe you should do something. Read a book, sing a song, jump rope, run upstairs and downstairs. That usually helps. Be happy! Love, Grammy

Brigitta wrote: lol! I already have a cure Grammy! I talk to you! 

Subject poem written by Brigitta

*Subject poem written by
Brigitta*

DO NOT FORWARD! DO NOT FORWARD! NEVER FORWARD!
*cause you get those weird pointy things like this > And things like
the following may happen*


"AHHHHHH It's gonna get me! RUN!" -runs into wall- -BONK-

Which may not be to ones satisfaction! Being nocked out is not fun! And we
note that we are not responsible for any injuries, or deaths! So if there is
an angry mob outside...I suggest you RUN!


Enjoy and Have a great day!

A BOOK OF VOICES

By: One who calls herself Brigitta, yet has many names.

CHAPTER ONE

There are many accounts of people hearing voices. But this one is unique!* For as you hear many times in the books you read and movies you watch, this story begins with ... Once Upon A Time.

"Milika, hurry up!" calls Brushel. "We have to be at the village by sundown! Or the voices might get us!" I shivered. The voices were like a disease among the Latie village. They came upon villagers who stayed out past the suns rays. The voices aloud their hosts to hear them, as they spoke nonsense into the captives ear. They had fallen upon my father and the very thought of them infesting me was to much to bare. I ran! Brushel ran along with me. As two friends we ran for what seemed only minutes before we were within view of the village.

The sun was setting as we finally stopped on the path between our homes. "Goodnight!" said Brushel as she gasped for air. Then she seemed to catch her breath and add. "We'll go to sky lake tomorrow! 

That's closer, so we can stay all day!" Delighted I gave her a hug, smiled and ran home. Then at the door I stood and waved. Brushel waved back and then hurried inside as a strong wind rushed by flaring up her skirt. I did the same.
_________________________________________________________________*And for most stories to be really unique they must be made up. But this story is not made up! No, not at all! It is dreamed up! And dreams are unique in there own special way. For some are true and some just haven't happened yet. : )
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