The Gift of Gab: A Collection of Recollections is a very appropriate choice for a title. I have good reason to believe that the art of storytelling is disappearing. This is my fi rst attempt at writing a book. I am hoping that in a small way, I will be able to reach out to people in order to convince them that there is signifi cant merit in being able to connect in a personal manner. A few years ago, I listened to a presentation on demographics. The delivery was very smooth and polished. The essential message was that the older generation was doing a poor job communicating with the youth. This new generation makes connections in an entirely different way than their parents. We were told that if we want to connect, we had to become familiar with the new communication vehicle, the electronic media. This is a generation of instant gratitude along with instant results. The use of cell phones, iPads, tablets, computers has become second nature to our youth. They can get answers very quickly simply by using Google. It has reached the point where writing and spelling have lost considerable value. We are encouraging a new generation that will develop muscular thumbs and a language that will be foreign to us. I do not pretend to have answers, nor do I believe that this change is necessarily a bad thing. However, I do believe that we have the power to enhance the connection with children at a very early age. We have an opportunity to preserve special moments by taking some time to read or tell stories that hold meaning for children when they are still young enough to believe. Sid Asselin was a master storyteller. I coached a lot of high school sports while living in Fort Frances. Our closest rival was one hundred kilometers away, four hundred kilometers for the most distant. On these trips, Sid was our driver, and he could stretch out a story for hours. This audience probably averaged sixteen years in age. They would get quite caught up in it all. I had two nieces and a nephew growing up in southern Ontario who believed that Uncle Jack lived in the wild woods of Ontario. When they were young, every visit I made led to the same requeststell us the story about how . . . saved your life. I had no idea at the time what kind of impact these stories would deliver. As young adults, they made a request to me to record on paper the substance and silliness that went into these tall tales. Now that they have young children of their own, I have a strong sense of the rationale for that request. I wish I could remember more of his stories, but the epic of a beaver, the blind moose, and the legend of Fallen Rock should adequately help fulfi ll my goal. This book should hold appeal for parents also because it does hold a few smatterings of how our own parents took liberty in stretching the truth in order to make a point. I hope that you enjoy this book and find motivation to share some stories of your own, true or nonsensical, with your children or grandchildren.
Rescued from the outrageous neglect of his aunt and uncle, a young boy with a great destiny proves his worth while attending Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry.
ENGLISH DESCRIPTION You will always have a home at Hogwarts. The 20th Anniversary Edition of Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban Let J.K. Rowling's classic saga take you back to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
She was Lindsay Frost, and she'd been in Madison's class since first grade, but Madison rarely noticed her. The only time Lindsay spoke ...
She was Lindsay Frost, and she'd been in Madison's class since first grade, but Madison rarely noticed her. The only time Lindsay spoke out in class was to ...
Laura D. Lewis, Lewis Brech ... and Jack Frost was mischievous enough to nip his nose and ears if he undertook the long journey while the Frost King reigned ...
Fiona laughed. “I thought you'd wish that Dan would like you back.” Lindsay's eyes bugged out. “Dan?” Mrs. Frost asked. “Who's Dan?” Lindsay froze.
Such a light frost will only make it dry faster when it's cut. But I'd better get a hustle on, for it won't be long now till it's too late to make hay.
Madison told Fiona she'd check with her dad about changing the plans. ... Fiona's soccer buddy, Daisy Espinoza; and, of course, Lindsay Frost, who was.
Mrs. Frost asked . ... Mrs. Frost grabbed her daughter's hands . ... Madison noticed how Mrs. Frost just stood there as if she'd been socked in the jaw .
Can Maddie follow her heart this Valentine’s Day?