“Wh…where am I?”
Water dripped off Jym Anklet as he rubbed his heel with his toes, while noticing the sterile white room and feeling the cold surface of the emergency-room drawer.
“Whoa, that’s quite a bruise. Looks like a belt buckle hit you pretty hard,” said Holey Wellworn.
“Belt buckle?”
“Yes, it left quite an impression on your heel.”
As Holey’s comforting touch eased Jym’s pain he realized he lay crumpled in a chilly, scummy water puddle. His last recollection was swishing luxuriously in a warm, soapy clothes washer.
Now he was…where?…was this the post-life secret?
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OBITUARY NOTICE
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We regretfully report the demise of Blue Buoy, age unknown, sometime last spring or early summer. Following Blue Buoy’s capture near the Isles of Shoals in September, 2003, he spent a short time at a lobster shack in New Castle, NH. From there he took up residence at the Seacoast Science Center in Rye, NH, where visitors, including many school children on field trips, admired his robin’s egg blue color.Blue Buoy leaves behind cousins Whitey, Baloo Bell and his aged uncle, Toughage.
His legacy is not only in the hearts (more…)
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On Feb. 8, 1673, a 73-year old widow, Rebecca Cornell, was found deceased, burned to death, in front of her bedroom fireplace. Her son, Thomas Cornell, 46, was hung for her “murder” on May 23, 1673. (more…)
After many years I’m finally coming out of the imagination into reality!
Let me introduce myself. My name is Cochran Cornell. People refer to me as cantankerous, but I cannot understand why. I’m not difficult or irritating! How can I be considered mean-spirited? Why, I’m most often like Grover (more…)
This piece was written about my granddaughter when she was three years old. She’s now ten. It’s amazing how much less I know as we both get older. Will I ever reach the age of wisdom?
My mother once told me that as a person gets older they realize their knowledge is minimal. It’s funny, but my granddaughter, Jordan, taught me the same thing.
After her birth I learned the position of grandparent has automatic privileges. One such privilege (more…)
During Lent in 2007 the Beanery Online Literary Magazine, in conjunction with the Open Hands Ministries (a web site for the Open Hands and the United Methodist Churches in the Ligonier Valley, PA) posted forty days of Lent devotions. This year, I will repost one every five days, with links to additional devotions at the end of each reading.
SCRIPTURE: Isaiah 46:4 Even in your old age and gray hairs I am He, I am He who will sustain you. (NIV)
DEVOTION: I look in the mirror and see yet another gray hair, and I quickly grab an old towel and my bottle of age-fixator. Then I apply (more…)
Between April 8 and June 12, 1630, a fleet of 17 ships carrying over 1000 passengers set sail from Yarmouth, England to Salem, Massachusetts. It was under the command of Mass. Gov. John Winthrop, who sailed with 400 emigrants aboard the flagship “Arabella.” This 28-gun ship also transported the Charter of the Massachusetts Bay Company to Salem, thereby giving legal birth to the Commonwealth of Massachusetts.
(to read the rest of this story click on IN SEARCH OF THE ARABELLA: A STORY OF TWO BOATS )
