The one most important thing, to me in my life is my family. Family is very important because they help keep me grounded & focused on what life is truly about. Without family it would be hard to survive. They give me a since of stability and guidance. They offer unconditional love and understanding. When I need someone to talk to or need a shoulder to cry on, my family is there to give support and advise rather I want to hear it or not. They will never steer me wrong or do anything to hurt me. They might say a few things that may piss me off, but I know it's harmless.
My family consist of my Grandmother, mother, sister,niece and my son. These are the people I hold very dear and close to my heart, and without a question they will be there through it all. I am blessed to have them in my life. They make life worth living and a lot easier.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Journal 3 Charles Milton
The side room in my grandfather’s basement has become my hobby cave. I don’t live with him anymore but he has allowed me to keep my things in the basement. There is nothing special about the room it just looks like the average basement. My favorite part of the room is the far right corner, my music corner. I have a section just for my ring making with all my supplies set up.
Besides all my hobby junk inhabiting the side room it just looks like an average eighty something year old basement. To get to it you walk down the painfully creaky staircase covered in an awful orange shag carpet. The room is carpeted in a pale blue indoor/outdoor carpet. It has an unfinished ceiling with all the support beams and piping running through it. White sealed walls. And a huge deep freezer that no one can believe still hasn’t died yet.
The far right corner of this room is littered with all of my instruments and accessories. I have six strings and a bass mounted on the wall. A violin, flute, and saxophone sit out on stands. And an end table sitting against the wall looks like a guitar threw up on it, it’s scattered with tremols, whammy bars, a few springs, various tools, and my stereo. This one corner of the room is my absolute favorite place to be. My instruments are like my best friends.
One of my hobbies is making rings and other jewelry from different metals. The corner diagonal to my music corner I have a little workshop set for making rings and such. A brick box sits on an old computer desk. I use brick so I don’t accidently set the house on fire. On a cork board I have all my different saws, grips, emery boards and other tools I use. One of my friends described this area once as looking like a torture dungeon because of the tools and torches.
Besides all my hobby junk inhabiting the side room it just looks like an average eighty something year old basement. To get to it you walk down the painfully creaky staircase covered in an awful orange shag carpet. The room is carpeted in a pale blue indoor/outdoor carpet. It has an unfinished ceiling with all the support beams and piping running through it. White sealed walls. And a huge deep freezer that no one can believe still hasn’t died yet.
The far right corner of this room is littered with all of my instruments and accessories. I have six strings and a bass mounted on the wall. A violin, flute, and saxophone sit out on stands. And an end table sitting against the wall looks like a guitar threw up on it, it’s scattered with tremols, whammy bars, a few springs, various tools, and my stereo. This one corner of the room is my absolute favorite place to be. My instruments are like my best friends.
One of my hobbies is making rings and other jewelry from different metals. The corner diagonal to my music corner I have a little workshop set for making rings and such. A brick box sits on an old computer desk. I use brick so I don’t accidently set the house on fire. On a cork board I have all my different saws, grips, emery boards and other tools I use. One of my friends described this area once as looking like a torture dungeon because of the tools and torches.
Pauline Jones - Journal 3
I have not traveled around the world but I have visited a few places. The place that holds the most enjoyable memories to me would have to be my trip to Gatlinburg. Me and a bunch of friends took a long weekend on summer and drove down to Tennessee. Before we reached our chalet, we stopped and took a helicopter ride that lasted about a half an hour. Once we reached or destination, we had so much fun. The chalet was amazing. It had about eight bedrooms, a wrap around deck, and a hot tub. The master bed room was to die for. It had a large “King sized” bed and a hot tub in the center of the floor. It also had an arcade room with the best game of all time, Pac Man.
The one thing I hated most on the trip was that for two mornings we woke up to a bear walking around on the deck! The first morning someone had left the door cracked and I knew for sure that he was going to walk right on in. I almost wet my pants when I saw that!
All in all I really enjoyed that trip, and it is definitely one I will remember.
The one thing I hated most on the trip was that for two mornings we woke up to a bear walking around on the deck! The first morning someone had left the door cracked and I knew for sure that he was going to walk right on in. I almost wet my pants when I saw that!
All in all I really enjoyed that trip, and it is definitely one I will remember.
Journal 3-Kelly Donnelly
Six years ago my sister, her mother in law and sister in law, two of our friends, and myself took a 3 day weekend trip to Gatlinburg. My favorite spot was The Great Smokey Mountains. It was my very first time and so far only time being up in the mountains. We went in May and it was pretty hot outside. When we drove up to the mountains it was very cool and comfortable. I felt like I was in the middle of nowhere. Everywhere I looked was trees and rocks. Not a single building in site. The air up there was so fresh. I could smell the trees and when we got near a creek I smelled the fresh water. The water smelt so clean and the air didn’t feel so polluted.
The trees were so big, green, and full. Not a single dying tree in site. I am not a big nature lover but it was simply breathtaking. We were dressed in normal summer clothes and we were all a bit chilly up there. It was kind of breezy but it was the shade from all the trees that cooled us down. The small creek we stopped at was beautiful. There was big and little rocks lining it and the water itself was cold. We got to step in it and collect some small pebbles and rocks for souvenirs. On the way down we stopped off at the famous Great Smokey Mountains sign that’s in the commercials and posed for pictures. It was a great trip. I have yet to return but hopefully one day I will.
The trees were so big, green, and full. Not a single dying tree in site. I am not a big nature lover but it was simply breathtaking. We were dressed in normal summer clothes and we were all a bit chilly up there. It was kind of breezy but it was the shade from all the trees that cooled us down. The small creek we stopped at was beautiful. There was big and little rocks lining it and the water itself was cold. We got to step in it and collect some small pebbles and rocks for souvenirs. On the way down we stopped off at the famous Great Smokey Mountains sign that’s in the commercials and posed for pictures. It was a great trip. I have yet to return but hopefully one day I will.
Sallie Mock Journal Three Farmhouse
Having done some traveling around the world, there have been many places that have left some strong images in my memory. Despite this, there is one place in this country that I still revisit in my mind on a somewhat regular basis. Some of my earliest memories are of this farm house we rented every summer in Door County, Wisconsin. It was owned by a family named Bly, who were from Iceland. This area of Door County was known for its cherries. Our farm had cherries, but also grew what was called "Indian corn," apples, and regular corn. I'm sure other foodstuffs were grown but those are the ones I remember.
I remember our farmhouse as being a very open and bright place. There were lots of windows where the sun spilled into the rooms. It had to be a decent-sized place to accomodate me, my parents and my nine brothers and sisters. Yes Nine. I mostly remember running and playing in the fields, jumping around in the hay, being thrown around in the hay by my brothers. My brothers would swing from ropes inside the barn and land safely in hay. There were little shacks that you had to climb a short set of ladder steps. I think they were storage sheds. Anyway, we use to play "Jail." "Jail" was basically "Hide and Seek," but after you were found, you were thrown in "jail" until everyone was found. It actually was never a sinister thing. It was fun.
Every morning we took eggs from the chickens and saw the Bly boys milking the cows. I would always try to pet the cows. Somehow it wasn't like petting our dog, Mickey. The Blys were a funny group. Whenever you asked them a question, you usually got a "Nope" or a "Yup" answer. They were very nice people, just not very big on conversation.
Because we were there in the summer, it was usually warm enough to swim in Green Bay. There was a beach nearby the farm where we went swimming. Having spent my time there in the warm months, I have nothing but positive memories of the place. If there was one sort of "traumatic " memory for me of the farmhouse , it would have been the Pump House.
Plenty of you are too young to remember such places. A Pump House was literally a small building, barn, house, etc.,that kept the electricity running for the entire property. There was a constant, loud thumping sound emanating from it. Basically, it was like an engine room. Being little, I wasn't allowed in there. My brothers told me that the thumping noise I heard was of people getting their heads chopped off. And I believed them! Nevermind , I had no idea who these "people" were. I think they would just vaguely say "bad people" were getting their heads chopped off. That was enough for me to stay out of there.
It's funny in a sense: I haven't been to the farm in Door County in probably 32 years, but I still have fond memories of the place and think of it. Perhaps like everyone else, it is sometimes nice to remember innocent times.
I remember our farmhouse as being a very open and bright place. There were lots of windows where the sun spilled into the rooms. It had to be a decent-sized place to accomodate me, my parents and my nine brothers and sisters. Yes Nine. I mostly remember running and playing in the fields, jumping around in the hay, being thrown around in the hay by my brothers. My brothers would swing from ropes inside the barn and land safely in hay. There were little shacks that you had to climb a short set of ladder steps. I think they were storage sheds. Anyway, we use to play "Jail." "Jail" was basically "Hide and Seek," but after you were found, you were thrown in "jail" until everyone was found. It actually was never a sinister thing. It was fun.
Every morning we took eggs from the chickens and saw the Bly boys milking the cows. I would always try to pet the cows. Somehow it wasn't like petting our dog, Mickey. The Blys were a funny group. Whenever you asked them a question, you usually got a "Nope" or a "Yup" answer. They were very nice people, just not very big on conversation.
Because we were there in the summer, it was usually warm enough to swim in Green Bay. There was a beach nearby the farm where we went swimming. Having spent my time there in the warm months, I have nothing but positive memories of the place. If there was one sort of "traumatic " memory for me of the farmhouse , it would have been the Pump House.
Plenty of you are too young to remember such places. A Pump House was literally a small building, barn, house, etc.,that kept the electricity running for the entire property. There was a constant, loud thumping sound emanating from it. Basically, it was like an engine room. Being little, I wasn't allowed in there. My brothers told me that the thumping noise I heard was of people getting their heads chopped off. And I believed them! Nevermind , I had no idea who these "people" were. I think they would just vaguely say "bad people" were getting their heads chopped off. That was enough for me to stay out of there.
It's funny in a sense: I haven't been to the farm in Door County in probably 32 years, but I still have fond memories of the place and think of it. Perhaps like everyone else, it is sometimes nice to remember innocent times.
Journal 2 Charles Milton
My most prized possession is my violin. I’ve been playing since the third grade but I received my current violin on my eleventh birthday. It was a present from my late grandmother, she left it with instruction to be given to me on my birthday in her will. It is a 1921 Italian Robellie. It’s a beautiful dark brown stained wood without a gloss finish. As a wood instrument ages the sound matures. It’s smooth to the touch hand crafted and sanded still without a chip or scratch in eighty eight years. From being eighty eight years old the sound has matured greatly, when bowed the violin produces the most beautiful rich sound I think I have ever heard. I try to take care of it as best I can so when I’m playing it I can always smell the wood polish. Since it was a gift from my grandmother it has great sentimental value to me. By playing it I feel close to my grandmother, connected. Music has always had a coming affect on me. Playing my violin helps to clear and center my mind.
Monday, February 2, 2009
The Ring/Reginald Bines
The ring my wife gave me for last year Valentine's day; it meant a lot to me because it has been a
long time since gotten any thing on Valentine's day. The ring was 1 carat and 14 kt gold. The ring
face was one big looking diamond. I love the way the ring fit and felt on my finger. The feel of the ring was exquisite because at the time it was very special to me. The ring made me think , there
was some love . The ring is something that I love to wear when I go to different events. The ring glitter when I clean it to wear. I love the ring because it is worth some money. One day I will
give it to my grandson when he reach 16 years old, which will be about 11 more years. The ring
is something special until my grandson reach 16 years old. I am grateful that I did get the ring.
This ring is the only that I have that come close to something special. I don't have nothing else
that is special to me.
long time since gotten any thing on Valentine's day. The ring was 1 carat and 14 kt gold. The ring
face was one big looking diamond. I love the way the ring fit and felt on my finger. The feel of the ring was exquisite because at the time it was very special to me. The ring made me think , there
was some love . The ring is something that I love to wear when I go to different events. The ring glitter when I clean it to wear. I love the ring because it is worth some money. One day I will
give it to my grandson when he reach 16 years old, which will be about 11 more years. The ring
is something special until my grandson reach 16 years old. I am grateful that I did get the ring.
This ring is the only that I have that come close to something special. I don't have nothing else
that is special to me.
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