CAROLYN'S COMPOSITIONS

December 21, 2010

A List of Christmas Stories for Your Reading Pleasure

CAROLYN’S COMPOSITIONS

A LIST OF CHRISTMAS STORIES FOR YOUR READING PLEASURE

The best gift is the gift of ourselves.

MAY YOU HAVE MANY BLESSINGS THIS 2010 CHRISTMAS SEASON!

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The following posts are gifts of writing, for your reading pleasure,  from myself and members of the Beanery Writers Group, which meets in Latrobe, Pennsylvania. Today is the first day of WINTER. Cuddle up with a hot drink, a warm fire, and enjoy the following posts.

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On this site, my personal writing blog: Carolyn’s Compositions—

Christmas. Whose Season Is It?

Christmas Memories

Stockings for Jesus

A BROKEN LEG FOR CHRISTMAS

Christmas. Whose Season Is It?

Dear SANTA from COCHRAN

THE TWELVE DAYS OF CHRISTMAS: 2008 STYLE

SANTA IS DEAD!

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On the Beanery Online Literary Magazine, sponsored by the Beanery Writers Group—

Christmas 1998—A Memory Embraced

Mary’s Special Day

The Christmas Stocking Legacy

Noel

THE TWELVE DAYS OF CHRISTMAS 2007-A

12 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS 2007-B

A Not So Gooey, Syrupy Christmas Tale

Do You Hear What I Hear?

Prohibited Visit to Santa’s Shrine

SANTAS, MRS. SANTAS, ELVES & REINDEER WANTED: Please apply—Application #1

SANTAS, MRS. SANTAS, ELF and REINDEER WANTED: Application #2

DEER HEAD FOUND IN MAILBOX—A GIFT?

(SANTA) SUED FOR NON-SUPPORT

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December 13, 2010

Six Camels for Your Wife, Sir…

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SIX CAMELS FOR YOUR WIFE, SIR…

     “Is that your wife?” the Omen* citizen asked the West Virginian I’ll call Tom.

     “Yes, she is my wife.”

     “I’ll give you six camels for her.”

     Tom declined the offer.

The country OMEN

     Tom and Joan were on a cruise to the Mideast. Their bus passed a desert area where the women were totally covered except for the slit of their eyes and their fingertips. There was a line of camels off the roadside. The driver stopped and told the tourists they could get off the bus to have their pictures taken with the camels.

     Tom further explained that a few days earlier his wife had visited an Asian beauty salon where the beautician didn’t speak English and Joan didn’t speak the Asian language. The net result was that she entered a brunette and exited a blonde, a hair color which she retained well after the cruise ended.

     While Joan posed with a camel, the Omen man approached her and gently ran his fingers over her golden curls, after which he offered Tom his barter.

     Later, Tom wondered if he should have bartered—perhaps the Omen man believed his wife, whom I’ll call Joan, was  really worth ten to twelve camels.

     He also wondered what the logistics would be had he accepted the offer. How many camels would he be allowed to keep in his cabin? Where would the other camels be kept? What would he feed them? Would he be allowed to keep them on his property in Southwestern Pennsylvania?

     This story entertained me while I volunteered at a Ligonier Valley (PA) Historical Society fundraising event, the Festival of Trees. There were only a few persons visiting the event at the time. While I was talking with some of them, Tom asked me if I wanted to hear a story. Since camels are reported to have been present at Jesus’ birth, and are an item in every Nativity set, it seemed appropo to hear a story about camels.

     Bizarrely, though, the afternoon included four more camel stories.

Bactriancamel

     Camels seemed to like Tom’s wife. On another cruise, this time in Australia, Joan and another female traveler accepted a camel ride.

     “Camel rides aren’t smooth, like horse rides,” Tom noted, elaborating that when the women dismounted the camels at the end of their ride they were vibrating. Even so, each woman claimed a camel cheek and stood there stroking it. The women invited Tom over to join them.

     “I noticed the camel’s mouth was juxta-positioning to spit,” Tom said. “Since the camel was giving me the eye, I knew it was preparing to send a burning spitball at me. I backed off.”

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“Watch out for camels or they’ll spit on you when you aren’t looking!”

     There are two misrepresentations in the statement above. First, camels do (more…)

September 9, 2010

Tales of Rare Lobsters

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TALES OF RARE LOBSTERS

     Ariel, kidnapped, probably became part of a BBQ. Skye Bloo became a blue-plate special for his roommate. After Ol’ Blue Claws, a.k.a Cobalt or Papa Smurf, was evicted from his Portland, Maine residence, he took up residence in Rye, New Hampshire.

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     Over the years, I’ve collected a selection of articles on lobsters. Summer’s end is a good time to share some lobster tales with you. Links at the end of the post will lead to more lobster tales. 

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     Ariel was a rare albino lobster discovered by a local fisherman in 1997, and donated to the Newquay’s Sea Life Centre in Great Britain.     

     Albino lobsters are very rare, partially because their lack of camouflage makes them an easy target for predators, including their fellow lobsters. Thus, they do not usually survive for very long in the wild.

      Ariel was around one-and-a-half feet long and weighed around three pounds. He was a real star at the aquarium, where he had his own private tank, which kept him safe from being attacked by other lobsters.

     Three years after his capture, or protective custody, an aquarium curator noticed the lid on Ariel’s tank had been tampered with. A search of the centre revealed a hole in a nearby fence, and a missing fish crate.  The crate was later discovered next to a burnt out fire on a beach.  The evidence suggests (more…)

July 31, 2010

The Donut King Restaurant in Ogdensburg, New York

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THE DONUT KING RESTAURANT IN OGDENSBURG, NEW YORK

      The Donut King restaurant in Ogdensburg, New York, is a favorite dining place for my brother-in-law, Elwin. We ate there several times while visiting Northern New York in the last week of July, 2010. As commonly happens, local eating spots produce many stories.

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STORY ONE: Kim’s Opinion on the Banana Split

     While Kim, a waitress at the Donut King, took our orders, we mentioned that our hometown was near the hometown of Arnold Palmer and Mr. Rogers—Latrobe, Pennyslvania.

    And—“Don’t forget, Joe—what’s his last name? Of the banana split fame?” Monte said. “You know Joe, from the pharmacy where the banana split was invented.”

     Neither of us could pull up Joe’s last name. For the record, it’s Greubel. He is known affectionately as “Ice Cream Joe” in local and far distant areas: I do believe we were first (to produce the banana split),” says Joe Greubel, owner of the Valley Dairy ice cream chain in Latrobe. “I knew Dr. Strickler. And I still regret not having my picture taken with him.* He also owns the Valley Dairy Restaurant in Connellsville, Pennsylvania, where I had the privilege of interviewing him for a newspaper article.

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     “Tell him to keep the banana split in Pennsylvania,” Kim retorted.

     This unusual response required an explanation, which I hastily requested.

     “They are (more…)

July 19, 2010

Cochran Cornell Caught on Flypaper: Part 4

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COCHRAN CORNELL CAUGHT ON FLYPAPER: PART 4

This is the fourth and concluding part of the story of Cochran Cornell the cantankerous cockroach, who found himself caught on sticky flypaper and thought it was the end for him. To read Part 1, click on:     To read Part 2 click on:    To read Part 3 click on: 

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      Their interest piqued, the ants gathered at the edge of the flypaper, raptly listening as Cochran told his story, ending it woefully.

     “And none of my so-called friends—nary a one—cared enough to stay with me and comfort me,” he whined angrily. “Do you think a one of them would care to devise a solution??? Oh, no.”

     The ants looked at each other before gathering in a huddle. Although they considered cockroaches scatterbrained creatures who disrupted their organized work by running all over it, they just had to help a (more…)

July 17, 2010

Cochran Cornell Caught on Flypaper: Part 3

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COCHRAN CORNELL CAUGHT ON FLYPAPER: PART 3

This is the third part of Cochran Cornell the Cantankerous Cockroach, who finds his natural behavior gets him into trouble. The situation becomes so disastrous that he KNOWS his end is near. His friends abandon him, and he finds a creature so unlike him for support. To read Part 1, click on    To read Part 2, click on

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     Cochran might have noticed the flypaper laying across the countertop if his nature wasn’t so skitterish. Or at least he might have smelled the wonderfully sweet aroma identifying the danger. But the insult he was tossing over his shoulder to Lazybones was too good and it had distracted him from self-protection.

     And a well-deserved insult it was, thought Cochran as he recalled taking a flying leap over the platter, seeking a crumb of delicacy. Because he was looking over his wings at the oaf, he missed his target and (more…)

July 15, 2010

Cochran Cornell Caught on Flypaper: Part 2

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COCHRAN CORNELL CAUGHT ON FLYPAPER: PART 2

 This is the second part of Cochran Cornell the Cantankerous Cockroach, who finds his natural behavior gets him into trouble. The situation becomes so disastrous that he KNOWS his end is near. His friends abandon him, and he finds a creature so unlike him for support. To read Part 1, click on

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     The faces in the cockroach community expressed horror at seeing one of their own in a situation of certain demise.

     The organizational response, most stopping dead short in their path, lasted only a moment before their roach nature brought back the chaotic scooting. Running past each other, bumping into each other, they commented on the situation.

     Gradually Cochran’s multitudinous progeny gradually arrived as they learned of his dilemma. It was a demonstration of the power of gossip that the news of his certain demise traveled so far in such a rapid time. Some of the community cried softly, others wailed and sobbed and quite a few (more…)

July 12, 2010

Cochran Cornell Caught on Flypaper: Part 1

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COCHRAN CORNELL CAUGHT ON FLYPAPER: PART 1

Cochran Cornell the Cantankerous Cockroach finds his natural behavior gets him into trouble. The situation becomes so disastrous that he KNOWS his end is near. As his friends abandon him, he finds a creature so unlike him for support. Click back to find the continuation of the saga, which will be filed under Cochran’s writings on this blog www.carolyncholland.wordpress.com . 

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     Sunbeams shone through the window, heralding the arrival of spring while illuminating the craggy corner and making visible the dust bits dancing through the air. This light dismayed Cochran, who normally skittered helter-skelter to a dark crack in the wall or hid under an appliance at the first inkling of any kind of light. But today was different. Today he was stuck, literally imprisoned, unable to escape the abhorrent brightness that descended in the room.

     The previous hours were innocent enough as Cochran enthusiastically earned his title “cantankerous curmudgeon” by systematically (more…)

July 10, 2010

Mika’s Escapades

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MIKA’S ESCAPADES

      My restaurant leftover doggy bag meal went to the dog—literally.

     The July 6th evening was just cool enough to sit on the patio, where I was enjoying leftover spaghetti and meatballs from the previous night’s dinner at a local restaurant—a two-for-one deal where only half the spaghetti was sufficient for me, so I made two meals out of the serving, making it a three-for-one deal.

Ummm...ummm good! People food is GREAT!

     My neighbor’s dog, Mika, was lounging on my porch, subtly eyeing me while I ate. I was ignoring her.

     The phone rang. My husband asked me to check on something, so I stepped into the house for a moment. Just for a moment. And a moment is all it took.

     I heard the crash, And I knew (more…)

September 21, 2009

85 Ways to tie a tie—and tying other knots

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85 WAYS TO TIE A TIE—and TYING OTHER KNOTS

     Shortly after 18-year-old David came to live with us he asked my husband Monte to show him how to tie a tie. Our German exchange student was preparing to attend a formal dance and couldn’t recall the technique.

   Physicists at Cambridge University presented eighty-five different tie knots requiring three to nine moves. They drew their demonstrations from topology, history (ancient Chinese to the present), fashion, examples from the movies and practicality. Of the thirteen knots that survived their aesthetic constraints on symmetry and balance, they suggest the (more…)

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