About our Trip to the Maple Sugar Farm, and Other Odd Pieces of Information... By: Tert

That guy put buckets on three trees. Then he put one bucket on the tree. This is my snapper. I can cut... snapper off... HEY! HEY! (His snapper is a piece of plastic...)
He put one bucket on.
Put my movie on now!
Then he drilled it. He was drilling the tee, I mean a tree, teehee!
His bulldozer...
Then he drilled it and... (voice growing softer...)... banged it!!! Freaky...
THUD!!!
Oops, sorry...
(No damage done...)
I'm done.

By: Tert

What I'm learning about in School... or not.... By: Rus

Rus: I said I didn't want to talk about the animals from school.
Stella: But if you don't tell, they'll never know!
Rus: They? Who's they? 'They're' on the computer? Who?
Stella: Not 'THEY' are on the computer!!!
Rus: Well, I'm all out of ideas... Goodbye!

About our Trip to the Maple Sugar Farm By: Rus and Tert

(This is Rus' account of our trip to a nearby Fruit Farm/Maple Syrup Farm.)

Hi, this is Rus. I learned all about how to make maple syrup. I saw the whole thing. (Them tapping the trees.) The man tapped the trees. We saw snowmobiles. (There was a snowmobile track running through the farm.)
He drilled holes in the tree. It was icy there. (In the parking lot.) He put a hanger on the tree. Then he put a bucket there. The man said that it takes 40-50 gallons of sap from sugar maple trees to make 1 gallon of maple syrup. It takes 100 gallons of sap from birch trees to make 1 gallon of maple syrup. Then we went on the snowmobile trail, saw the snowmobiles. There, I'm all out of ideas... (Walks off...)


Tert said to add that there were 2 buckets on the tree.

By: Rus and Tert

The Princess and the Pea By: Stella

Once upon a time there was a grand castle sitting on the top of a hill. In this castle lived a queen and her son.

Because the queen wanted grandchildren in her old age, she encouraged her son to depart in search of a princess. The prince, who was delighted with this plan, eagerly set off three days later.

The only problem was that he couldn’t find a princess. To be certain, there were plenty of ladies-but

not any real princesses. They were too pompous and mean. The prince’s hopes were dashed. He

slowly turned his horse around, mopped his frustrated brow, and rode home. His mother ran to him

when he came in. She sighed and called a servant.

Secretly she questioned, “Will he ever find a true princess?”

One year later, the prince was staring blankly out the window in his private room in the castle. The

gardener was caring for the plants. The new flowers were popping their petite heads up and

seemed to be ducking down again.

The prince mused gloomily, “Another storm is coming soon.” He sighed. The prince had had a

sense of despair ever since his expedition. His mother worried about her son, who used to be so

cheerful. The distraught prince seemed to never be his old self. Little did she know what this day

would bring…

Later that evening, as the prince was looking over some business papers, he heard a gentle rap at

the door. He stood up and opened it. There in the doorway stood a mournful picture. The long

golden hair of the girl was drenched. Her traveling cloak was soaked, her face dirty. Her hazel eyes

looked up at him. She curtsied and murmured, “Please let me in. I am the Princess of the Golden

Hills. I got stranded in the storm.”

The queen had come in by this time, and looking at the tattered figure, contemplated, “I’ll give her a

chance to show if her story is true.” She then exclaimed aloud, “Ah-my dear! Please come in. You

can head up with a servant and warm yourself. I will prepare your room!”

The girl was rushed off, murmuring her thanks as she went. The queen hurried upstairs. She bustled

into a room, locked the door, put the key in her pocket, and looked around the room. She had told a

servant to bring up several mattresses. She put mattress after mattress against a wall. She then

positioned several feather beds on top of those. Under all of these she placed a pea. She pushed

a ladder up next to the mattresses, and was done.

“Ah, because of the girl’s supposed heritage, she will feel that pea. If she is a princess, that is!” The

queen slipped into bed, hoping her plan would work…

The next morning the girl came to the breakfast table. Her golden hair was back in a braid, and her

eyes sparkled. She sat down happily.

“Well my dear, did you sleep well?” The queen studied the girl as she replied.

“Oh yes, thank you! I slept wonderfully!” The disappointed queen looked down. She was hoping that

this lovely girl, who had such a sweet personality, was to be her son’s long-sought-for wife.

The queen looked up as the girl explained, “Well, there was one thing. I was going to bed, but as I

was trying to get to sleep, I felt something. It was bruising me terribly. I got up and looked under the

bottom mattress, and found this.” She paused. In her little white hand was the pea! The queen’s

heart leapt for joy. The prince smiled.

A month later the prince, because of his love for the sweet princess, proposed to the girl. She

blushed, smiled, and as a response put her dainty hand in his strong one. They were married with a

beautiful wedding. They lived happily and had many children.

Who would have guessed that this would come of the prince searching and

despairing of his hope of ever finding a real princess?

By: Stella

For: Fundamentals of Writing Class

Grade: 6

About Paragraph Below...

Hi! This is Stella, putting another thing from school on the blog. This time it is a paragraph about Jesus and the Rich Young Ruler. This story is in Matthew 19:16-30.
Enjoy!!!

By: Stella

Jesus and the Rich Young Ruler By: Stella

Many years ago, on a hot day in a land far away, there was a young ruler. He was very rich. He had had very many blessings from birth. His wealth was the thing most important to him. He grew up and traveled. One day he was looking around. He had heard of a Teacher. This Teacher's name was Jesus, the Messiah. The ruler had need to talk to the Teacher. He saw a very big crowd of people with a man on a hill, who was talking to them all. He was preaching. Every now and then he would go down and touch a sick person, and they would be healed. The ruler was amazed. He walked up to the crowd. People moved for him, and he approached Jesus. Jesus turned to him. Jesus' soft loving eyes looked kindly on him. They looked like they knew everything. All of the ruler's secrets and dreams seemed to be revealed in the eyes of Jesus.

"Teacher, what must I do to gain eternal life?"

"Keep the commandments."

"These I have kept, every one."

Jesus looked deeply at the ruler and replied, "Go, sell all of your wealth, and give it to the poor! Then come, and follow me."

The ruler felt crushed. Give up all of his wealth? How could he give up his life, and follow this man? Nay, it was too much!

Boscawen Report- By: Stella

This is a report that I had to do on Boscawen.

-My Hometown-

Boscawen, NH

My hometown is Boscawen, located in the Merrimack County. Even though Boscawen is a small town, that doesn’t mean it isn’t a busy one! I have enjoyed learning about my hometown and am excited to share my discoveries with you.

Now I’ll give you a little history on Boscawen. This town wasn’t originally called Boscawen. It was called Contoocook. On April 22, 1760, Boscawen was officially named a town by Governor Wentworth. The town was named after Lord Edward Boscawen who was a British admiral and was involved in the 1758 Siege of Louisburg, an important battle in the French and Indian Wars.

Settlers liked Boscawen because it was level and perfect for farm land. It became known for its abundant apple, pear, and cherry orchards. Boscawen was also surrounded by the Merrimack River, and the Contoocook River. This made it a great water source for mills in the area.

Now that I gave you some history of Boscawen, I am going to tell you about some of the places in Boscawen! The 104 acre NH State Veterans Cemetery is a very well-known place in Boscawen. It is one of the 43 State Veterans cemeteries and 135 National Veterans Cemeteries located in the U.S.

My favorite place in Boscawen is the Boscawen Public Library. The Boscawen Public Library was built in 1915 by famous Boston architect, Guy Lowell. In the library you can find a wide selection of books, a movie shelf, computers, and books on CD and tapes. In the summertime, the library runs an excellent program that encourages children to read.

Another significant place in Boscawen is the famous Hannah Dustin Memorial. Hannah Dustin was a brave woman who lived from 1657-1736. The story of her heroism is one of the most exciting and inspiring I have ever heard.

One morning Thomas, who was Hannah’s husband, was at work outside the house. Spotting some approaching Indians, Thomas frantically ran toward the house calling out warning. Hannah urged him to go on with some of the children. He found it impossible to choose between any of them, so he resolved to try to save them all. He was able to hold the Indians back by occasionally turning and shooting his gun.

Meanwhile at the house, Hannah was captured along with Mary Neff. They were taken by the Indians and marched up toward Canada. An Indian family claimed Hannah, Mary, and a boy named Samuel Lennardson, who had been captured about 18 months before. The Indian man told Hannah and Mary not to pray, but when they were doing some work that he had given to them, they found the time. When they looked troubled, the Indian man would tell them, "What need you trouble yourself? If your God will have you delivered, you shall be so!"

Hannah heard about where they were going. They might be sold to the French as slaves after being jeered at and put up for show. She secretly communicated with her fellow captives and started planning an escape soon afterwards.

Just a little while afterwards, Samuel learned how to use a tomahawk and taught this skill to the women. When the captors and captives reached an island, the Indians let down their guard. The water was flooding, and the Indians went to sleep. Shortly after midnight, Hannah, Samuel, and Mary positioned themselves and killed 10 of the 12 Indians. Only two of them escaped, an Indian woman and a boy. Hannah and her companions quickly filled up some canoes with supplies, a tomahawk, and a gun. Hannah scalped the Indians as proof that she and the others truly had killed their captors. Later she was given lots of money for these. She and the others took turns rowing the small canoe, and they finally made it home. Hannah and the others had a joyful reunion. Hannah later wrote these famous words,

"I Desire to be thankful that I was born in a Land of Light & Baptized when I was young and had a good education by my Father, tho' I took but little notice of it in the time of it—I am Thankful for my Captivity, 'twas the Comfortablest time that ever I had. In my Affliction God made his Word Comfortable to me.”

I had the special opportunity to visit the Hannah Dustin Memorial-located in Boscawen. To get to it we went to the park and ride that is on the town line. There was a sign to mark the trail. We walked down the trail, which was covered with snow. At the bottom of the hill we saw the memorial in the distance! Following the railroad tracks, we reached the imposing statue. My little brother described its size better than I could! As he looked up at the statue of Hannah Dustin, he exclaimed, “It’s bigger than Goliath!” Visiting the memorial was really worth the trek through the snow. I thought that it was amazing to see this famous landmark.

My hometown is very special to me. Though there are lots of places to discover and learn from, the best part of living in Boscawen is having my family and friends all around me.

(Links I used for research…)

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boscawen,_New_Hampshire

http://www.hannahdustin.com/index2.html

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hannah_Dustin

Groundhog Day

Groundhog Day…what is its significance? On February 1^st or 2^nd, this holiday is celebrated all over the United States. When Punxsutawney Phil, the world’s most famous groundhog, comes out of his burrow, he looks at the ground. If he sees his shadow, he goes for another six week long nap while we settle in and wait for spring. Phil is spoiled rotten with a heated burrow and is fed dog food and ice cream before his big day. The groundhog, also called a woodchuck, is responsible for one of our favorite tongue-twisters…

How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood? A wood chuck would chuck all the wood he could chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood!

By: Stella

Written for-Article in the Class Newsletter at the Co-Op

Valentine's Day

Valentine’s Day…what does this really mean? Nowadays it is hard to think of Valentine’s Day as anything but a flood of cards, candy, and writer’s cramp. This is far from the real meaning of this special day. Valentine’s Day really was used to commemorate a very special person-Saint Valentine. During the life of Valentine, Claudius ll ruled. Claudius wanted his military to be strong. He came to the conclusion that married men were not as likely to help in the military, so he sent out a decree that outlawed marriage! However, Valentine continued in his marriage ceremonies, and was arrested and thrown into prison. Claudius at first took a liking to this prisoner, but then when Valentine stood up for his faith, he was furious! Saint Valentine was martyred on February 14^th. This is the true meaning of Valentine’s Day.

By: Stella

Written for- Article in a Class Newsletter at the Co-Op