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Wednesday, August 13, 2014

'Memories of a Little Town Called Tia



Chapter Three, Page 23:  Tia and Festivities


"Watch out!" shouted a spectator to another that almost bumped into him. "Okay, Sir," replied the other
spectator, 'cause he was trying to find a place to sit down. The man was selecting a seat from so many
arranged ones...


Memories of Tia: Chapter One, Pages 1 - 10




Children's Book 3 - Memories of Tia


 
     Tia has one of the most beautiful sites any visitor could ever imagine. The rich had generators for their homes...and the not too rich or poor...and other lower classes used lanterns, lamps, or torches to find their ways at nighttime...


     The town stood quietly on an island surrounded by water. It is positioned in a beautiful surrounding of waterfront, fisherman's wharf, seashells, crabs, canoes, boats, cabins that are built upon water.... 

     Women, children, men, took their baths in the river, waterfront, or riverside...half-clothed using 
wash cloths ... women clothed from their chests to...knees -- and men clothed from their waists to their knees--
 

kids are clothed in like manner...everyone of 'em used a  wash cloth ... the town never experienced flood ... flooding never occurred...
 

     A town where animals like dogs, cats, birds, male-  hens or roosters, chicks, hens, ducks, goats, sheep lived their various lives around homes, above homes, in town's center or square, or stayed inside at  nighttime; but outside at daytime...
 

     The winds and the breezes from the ocean were very kind  to the land and its people. Men and their families would paddle canoes...and boat owners would ride theirs...


     In the mornings, one could hear these sounds...maa,  maa, baa, baa, meow, meow, woof, woof, quack, quack ... sounds of the town's animals... 

One would ask, "Did you hear the sounds...?" ...yes or no!...
 

     A town where the people are awakened by the sound of Cocoriokooh!!! crowed the rooster  meaning for the villagers to wake or get up from bed. The sound  begins at 4 A.M., repeats at 5 A.M., again at 6 A.M... 

One person said, "'morning."  "'morning," says another person.


      The people of this town have no choice but to wake-up after hearing the repeated sounds of the male-hen... cocoriokoohhh ... cocoriokooh ... cocoriokooh... (meaning cock-a-doodle-doo).


     The women do their chores, the men set out to do their various jobs: fishermen, shoemakers, hunters, boat-riders, farmers, carpenters, painters, welders, teachers, hospital aides...

"'morning, good day," Grandma would say to them as they passed by our home. 

"See you later," they would say to her.


       The young girls and ladies would fetch water for their homes going down to the riverside to get clean
water for chores: like bathing infants; for those that take their baths in cabin houses, scared of doing so in the river; or for washing clothes or dishes ... in pails, pots, or buckets, singing along as they journey ... while some would head toward the town's various wells directions to fetch clean water for drinking or fill-up water-pots for cooking food from wells, or even from tap water, running, and owned by some generous rich town's people. 

"Thanks," one lady said, "okay, go
 
well...," says the owner.


     Growing up as a little child, myself, I truly loved this town. I spent some time with my Grandma living this life style and I loved it very much...
 

     On Sundays ... we would put on our best clothes, including the men, boys -- wore socks, shoes -- women, ladies, girls -- children wore head-ties or hats and we would go to church. 

     The church building stood by the center of the town. The bells would ring reminding the people that it is time for service. 



TIA- ( Narratives)



Children's Book 2- TIA


Chapter 1, Pages 1 - 10



     Tia has one of the most beautiful sites any visitor could ever imagine. The rich had generators for their homes...and the not  too rich or poor...and other lower classes used lanterns, lamps, or torches to find their ways at nighttime... 

     The town stood quietly on an island surrounded by water. It is positioned in a beautiful surrounding of waterfront, fisherman's wharf, seashells, crabs, canoes, boats, cabins that are built upon water....


Narrator: A town surrounded by waterfronts, ocean, cabin houses built on water, canoe-boats, speed-boats, canoes with paddle sticks, a fisherman's wharf, an extended deck that guides the steps of the 
people to different directions.


     Women, children, men, took their baths in the river, waterfront, or riverside...half-clothed using wash cloths ... women clothed from their chests to...knees--and men clothed from their waists to their knees--

kids are clothed in like manner...everyone of 'em used a wash cloth....  the town never experienced floods...  flooding never occurred...

     A town where animals like dogs, cats, birds, male-hens or roosters, chicks, hens, ducks, goats, sheep lived their various lives around homes, above homes, in town's center or square, or stayed inside at
nighttime; but outside at daytime...


Narrator: Houses built with straws or zinc roofs, muds, and bricks for different class 
levels for town's people. A male-hen or a rooster standing on the roof-top of one of the straw houses. 


     The winds and the breezes from the ocean were very kind to the land and its people.  Men and their families would paddle canoes...and boat owners would ride theirs... 

     In the mornings, one could hear these sounds...maa, maa, baa, baa, meow, meow, woof, woof, quack, quack ... sounds of the town's animals...

One would ask, "Did you hear the sounds...?"  ...yes or no!... 


     The people of this town have no choice but to wake-up after hearing the repeated sounds of the male-hen...cocoriokoohhh ... cocoriokooh ... cocoriokooh...   (meaning cock-a-doodle-doo).



     The women do their chores, the men set out to do their various jobs: fishermen,
shoemakers, hunters, boat-riders, farmers, carpenters, painters, welders, teachers, hospital aides... 

"'morning, good day," Grandma would say to them as they passed by our home. "See you later,"

they would say to her.

Narrator: Young ladies carrying pails, waterpots or buckets on their heads or on shoulders or lifted by a single hand returning from rivers, wells, or tap water pumps, owned by richer town's people; also, on the other-side a church building and a boy bell ringer, and people include women, men, children of all ages dressed in their best outfits entering or approaching the building.
 

     The young girls and ladies would fetch water for their homes going down to the riverside to get clean water for chores: like bathing infants--for those that take their baths in cabin houses, scared of doing so in the river; or for washing clothes or dishes ... in pails, pots, or buckets, singing along as they journey ... while some would head toward the town's various wells directions to fetch clean water for
drinking or fill-up water-pots for cooking food from wells, or even from tap water, running, and owned by some generous rich town's people. 

"Thanks," one lady said, "okay, go well...," says the owner. 

     Growing up as a little child, myself, I truly loved this town. I spent some time with my Grandma living this life style and I loved it very much... 

     On Sundays ... we would put on our best clothes, including the men, boys -- wore 
socks, shoes -- women, ladies, girls -- children wore head-ties or hats and we 
would go to church.  The church building stood by the center of the town. The bells would ring reminding the people that it is time for service. 



My Encounters: My First Encounter



Sat. Feb. 16, 2013
PART 1, Pages 1 & 2: My First Encounter

 
     On a nice summer afternoon at 4:00 P.M. in the year 2005 ... a Squirrel stared right at me.

       "Okay," I said aloud to myself. At the time no one else was home but me. 

     The squirrel saw me. It glared at me, and it ran away when I moved forward toward the second door to let in some fresh air.

"Oh, yes!" I said. It was a squirrel that was very hairy and cute to look at. Immediately, I fell ... in love with it so quickly. But I could not tell the gender. It could be a male or female, but really who cares about that right now. It came back climbing upwards beneath the balcony, and it saw me stepping outside. And again, it ran downwards. It slipped quickly down the balcony walls. Down it went...

I said to myself, "Mm, hmmm."

"Mmm!" I said out aloud. "Wait, just a bit, just a bit, a bit," I whispered to myself.

But, later that same day at 5:30 P.M. It arrived again. I watched it for a little while ... I decided to take a stool and some peanuts outside to snack on. The squirrel saw me opening the double glass door facing my right-hand-side, and it ran off again.

"Ooh well! Ooh, well!" I sighed. I said to myself, "It will come back." Yes! of course it did. It came back all right. Not scared this time around, but kept its distance away from me below the balcony--floor.
 
 
     The squirrel came back up slowly onto the balcony--floor. It was on the left hand side of the balcony, and I was on the right-hand-side of the balcony. I sat down on the stool and began to eat the peanuts, and it stood there half scared and half not scared. It just stared at me some more times whether to make up its mind to approach me or not. Then it took one step, two steps, three steps...it knelt down...

"Okay!" I said.

I threw some peanuts its way and it picked one up and sat down and began to eat. It ate from one peanut to the next, to the next, to next. Half of its eyes watching me at all times. Looking to see if I'll make any move to catch it or be a threat to it.

"Well," I said.

Well, it has never been my intention. I like the squirrel. I thought that it was cute to look at. Later I stood up from my stool, and it felt threatened and ran back down below the apartment -- ground.

I said out aloud, "See You...y-e-a!" "SEE You...Y-E-A!"



Summary of The Meaning of ME (My Encounter)

“A true story about my first and later encounters with a squirrel that I truly believed to be one of the smartest, most brilliant, wisest creatures that I have ever seen in my life time. This animal was able to convince me and my husband to not only accept its presence living on our balcony—floor, but also to feed, shelter, and accept it as a member of our home outdoors. Initially, it was doubtfully accepted to becoming un-doubtfully accepted. The squirrel wins and works its way to being accepted by me, then by my husband. ‘Squirrels’ as ‘pets’ was all I could think of later on—yes, a ‘squirrel’ ‘pet.’ Okay, could be a good idea—maybe not. We both guessed—so hilarious. Eventually, we both had to face the facts of life—reality sets in whereby the squirrel is left behind to start life all over again—sad, sad, ending. Whatever happened to the squirrel afterwards? Readers be my guess! What a surprising and a hilarious story full of life, excitements, fun and kindness. You’ll enjoy reading every bit of it. Get a handkerchief to wipe your tears from laughter and sadness.”

Lin Douglas Richardson, Author
Virginia, USA