A nine-year-old boy's story of growing up in Duluth whose mother died when he was three years old. The story of one family and every family, of a woman whose strength sustains her grandchildren through alcoholism, desertion, and death; and of a young man who fights his way to a new life of hope, peace, and love--P. [4] of cover.
Mrs. Gusta Klein and Mrs. Eva Klein walked in together, and behind them came Mrs. Charlotte Klein, who had married the American captain who liberated her from Buchenwald. Dr. Frechtvogel had told me that she emerged from her ...
I felt the tears trickling down my cheeks when it was time to say good—bye to our families in Great Falls, and I was surprised when our friends in Geraldine said goodbye with a scrumptious potluck ...
'I never realised how stupid he was,' Geraldine said disgustedly. Whitney gave her a wan smile. ... 'And right now he's being stupid,' Geraldine rasped. 'My God, you're no longer a ... 'But—' 'Goodbye, Geraldine,' she cut in firmly.
How the Vote Was Won, Lady Geraldine's Speech, Pot and Kettle, Miss Appleyard's Awakening, Her Vote, The Mother's ... Goodbye! She goes to the door. When she has reached it, she turns round to Dr Alice. There is a rogueish look on her ...
A memoir with all the page-turning drama of a good novel, "Brick by Brick" is the true, rags-to-riches story of a high school dropout who takes up bricklaying on a whim and ends up paving her way to success as a entrepreneur in a man's ...
Geraldine on his right on the opposite side of the long table. Geraldine, she had to admit, looked strikingly handsome in peacock-blue chiffon. A pity there was to be no dancing, ... So I'll say goodbye.' Geraldine offered a hand.
“And it's hard on your sister Geraldine.” “What's hard on Geraldine, Mother?” “The way you live. It's . . .” “Well, Mother, the way Gerry lives is hard on me, too. Why only last week when I was in Chicago I met old Sammy Whiting from ...
Kiss his sorry ass goodbye and go have a taste of sweet little Keeve. That's what I'd do, yum that man is delicious. What I'd give for some time with him and those hot buns of his.” “Kate, who's that talking?” “That would be Geraldine.
In a later review of Rufus Dawes's Geraldine, for example, Poe cites a few lines to instance: “He laid her gently down, of sense bereft, And sunk his picture on her bosom's snow, And close beside these lines in blood he left: 'Farewell ...
the Thursday, as promised, Matt paid Geraldine the seventy-five thousand for the house, and he gave her an extra twenty-five thousand, ... Then he loaded the suitcase in his car, got in the driver's seat; he called goodbye to Geraldine, ...