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TheOrphans’ChristmasBy Lise JohnsonIllustrated byD.B. JohnsonPage 10
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In this issue...Fun StuffCode Breaker ............................................................6
Picture Puzzler ..........................................................8Winter Wonderland Crossword ..............................13
Stories by Adults
The Orphans’ Christmas,by Lise Johnson, Illustrated by D.B. Johnson ..................10
Articles
Revels, by Marta J. Bartholomew................................5
Lighting at the Falls, by Karthik Gomathinayagam ......14
Other Stuff
I Am FromPoems by 4th Graders at Marion Cross School ........4, 14
Artwork & poetry throughout!
Photography Exhibition Details ............................12Subscribe to Flying Ship Magazine ........................15Submit your work for publication ..........................15
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Great tall oaks with leaves of white,Orbited by flying winter sprite,Notturno music playing gently,Snowflakes fit for Snowflake Bentley,
Winter swirling all around,Hitting the snow without a sound,Looking from our cabin’s window,Outside is a big world of snow,
Notturno hits a double G,Snow is swirling even more gently,Roaring wind does not make a sound,Suddenly I’m whipped around,
Floating towards the great white oak,In soft snow my bare hands soak,At A flat my eyes grow wide, For me and the great tree nearly collide,
I come to a stop and float to the ground,I lie back down and look around,High above me the atmosphere spins,I lose, and the snow wins,
As the A-flat rises up and up,I see the world even more close up,A white world whirling faster and faster,Yet I know it’s no disaster,
Gazing up at the mighty oak,All around me I feel smoke,Suddenly I’m sinking in, Blazing warmth, I can feel it begin,
I sink in fast, I see a light,I feel a fire burning bright,I open my eyes, and what do you know,It was only my mind playing Notturno.
Note: A notturno (sometimes called a noc-turne) is a type of musical composition.
NotturnoBy Samantha Abrams, Age 12, The Sharon Academy By Ian Girdwood, Age 11
Grade 6 class of Pat McNamara, Seminary Hill School, Lebanon, New Hampshire
I am a fantastic reader.I wonder what I would be like if I lived in the Middle Ages.I hear a wolf howl and a falcon screech.I see an eagle gliding over the pages of my book.I want to be in the story, soaring with the eagle.I am a fantastic reader.
I pretend I am the explorer finding the new lands.I feel the joys and the hardships of the journey.I touch the leather binding softly, before I go to sleep.I worry that the story is almost over.I cry when I finish the book.I am a fantastic reader.
I understand the meanings of the words in front of me.1 say hurray! when the evil people are vanquished.I dream that my favorite book is a never-ending story,
with a new chapter to read each day.I try to be like my favorite characters.I hope one day everyone in the world will enjoy reading.I am a fantastic reader.
The Moon is Blue.
the Stars are Bright.
Everyone is safe tonight.
BByy RRiilleeyy WWeerrtthhiieemm, Age 7, Norwich, Vermont
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I Am FromBy Finley DoyleGrade 4, Class of Eloise Ginty, Marion Cross School, Norwich, Vermont
I am from my parents’ warm arms
I am from the rushing stream
I am from my ever trusty friend far away in France
I am from my family trudging around down stairsand bon appetit before dinner
I am from chocolateI am from the calm waters of the
canals of France
I am from longing and joy at the same time
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REVELS IS AN ORGANIZATION of peoplewho put on shows in theaters. Revelstakes place in 10 different citiesaround the country. In each showthere are music and dancing, drama,sets and costumes. The audience getsto participate in some songs anddances. There is a different theme ineach show and each city.
Revels is the celebration of thewinter solstice and Christmas. Everyyear the show is based on a differentplace or time.
We celebrate on stage whichever cul-ture we are pretending to be. A lot oftimes the celebration includesChristmas, but it is really about thecold and dark of winter. The shortestday happens in every show. Peoplecelebrate the solstice because they arehoping for light and warmth and thecontinuation of life.
I have been in Revels all my life.Actually, I was in a show two monthsbefore I was born. My parents havebeen in Revels for a long time. Weused to live in the Washington, DC,area and we did Revels there. I havedone three winter Revels. One was inWashington, DC, and two have beenhere. I have also been in several May
Revels and one summer one.In Revels I sing and dance
and sometimes play my violin alittle bit. We learn how to act
on stage and I learn how towork with other kids. We
have a lot of rehearsals,but it is worth it. Wehave to learn the songsand dances and some
other things. I get toknow a lot of other people
and be a part of the Revelscommunity.
My favorite parts about Revels arebeing with a lot of other kids, learningto sing with them, and dancing. Ialso love being able to share my talenton stage and have other people enjoythe show.
This year, Revels North is doing ashow about Norway, Sweden,Denmark, Finland, Iceland, andKarelia. We show how the peoplethere celebrate the solstice andChristmas.
There are not many differencesbetween Washington Revels andRevels North. We feel the same senseof community here as we did inWashington, DC. One difference isthat there they do a spring and winterRevels, and here they do summer andwinter Revels.
I think everyone would enjoyRevels and you should all come. It’sentertaining, and you get to see theculture, such as music, dancing, andstories, from other places. Revels hasmusic, dancing, stories, costumes,and different languages, and these areinteresting! The audience will go awayhappy and hopeful for lots of theirown things. Some families think it isnot Christmas without seeing Revelsor being in it.
RevelsBy Marta J. Bartholomew, Age 9, Hartland, VT
SPORTS STORIES WANTED!!For sports section in the next issue. Seepage 15 for submission guidelines.
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2007 Revels cast members (clockwise from left): Richard Olsen,Melody Blake, Marvin Rogers, Kate Gottesgen
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Dad’s Homemade Waffles
Ahh, delicious fluffy waffles... On mornings when we stay home, our Dadmakes homemade waffles. He uses his mother's recipe. My two brothersand I help him measure the ingredients and beat the egg whites. He makesthem on his grandmother’s old blackened General Electric waffle iron. Weput on sweet maple syrup. They melt in my mouth.
I think these waffles taste extra special since they are made by my Dad, withmy grandmother’s recipe, on my great-grandmother’s waffle iron!
Homemade Waffles2 cups flour4 tsp baking powder3/4 tsp salt1 3/4 cup milk4-5 Tbsp melted butter2 eggs
Separate the eggs and beat the egg whites until stiff ( reserve to fold in last).Combine dry ingredients. Mix the yolks and milk in a bowl; add to dryingredients. If batter seems dry, add more milk. Slowly fold in egg whites.Pour batter onto waffle iron.
Alternatively, don’t separate the eggs and just mix everything together.
By Malcolm Silver-Van Meter,Age 8, Thetford,Vermont
Did you know? Chinese NewYear is a major holiday in China and otherEast Asian countries. It is also called theSpring Festival or Lunar New Year. In 2008this holiday falls on February 7.
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HAVE YOU EVER SEEN a roaringwaterfall with lights on it in thedead of night? Well, I have...It wasthe night that dazzled me. It wasthe night that was bizarre. It wasthe night that...it is no use. Ok, Iwill tell you how I wanted to start.It was the night of the 23rd ofAugust, 2006. A ten hour tripreally paid off, although my sisterwas screaming like Lisi, the noisysister from Man in the Ceiling. Mygrandma was the one taking careof her. We had to stop at the restareas in New Hampshire and NewYork. My grandpa was sleepy andmy parents were the ones thatwere driving to Buffalo, NewYork, the Empire State. It was tir-ing. But enough with that. Onwith Lighting At the Falls, atNiagara Falls.
After the trip, we arrived at theobservation deck above theNiagara River. If you lean over youwill fall. The American and theBridal Falls are part of one bigrapid river called the AmericanRapids. The falls are on top of theNiagara River. When the waterfrom the falls drops, it joins withthe Niagara River. The water wasso clear that you could see therocks flowing through the river.
After lunch, we went back tothe observation deck. The lightswere purples, reds and whites, and
once the Americanand the BridalFalls looked likethe American flag.The lights wereprojected from theCanadian side ofNiagara Falls. “It isamazing!” said mygrandma, holdingmy baby sister,Shreeya. My par-ents were takingpictures, and sowas my grandpa.
Earlier that daywe went to what iscalled the “Cave ofthe Winds.” Therewas a deck calledHurricane Deck.It’s right under theBridal Falls. The water tasted likenatural spring water. But atHurricane Deck the water wasfreezing, like Alaska-in-the-winterfreezing.
Back to the lighting. I smelleda sweet aroma from the falls. Itsmelled like honey, and it was themost sweet smell I’ve ever smelledother than my grandma’s cooking.She makes the best food I’ve everseen, heard of, smelled or tasted. Iheard a great roar again, and itsounded like a thousand lionsroaring. It was amazing and I
almost fainted. The roaring water-fall looked like a horseshoe. Well,I guess that is why it is called “TheHorseshoe Falls.” It was probablythe best sight I’ve ever seen.
Indeed that was the best trip Ihave ever gone on. I thought thiswas going to be the worst tripbecause I was going to miss all myfriends, but at the very end thistrip was awesome. The trip was asawesome as going down the eye ofthe storm in Whale’s Tales WaterPark in Lincoln, New Hampshire.But that is another story, just asmall story in a big life.
Lighting at the FallsBy Karthik Gomathinayagam, Age 10, Hanover, New Hampshire
REPORTERS WANTED!We are seeking more articles like this for the nextissue. See page 15 for submission guidelines.
Did you know? Niagara Falls has been apopular site for daredevils over the years. To provetheir bravery, adventuresome (and foolhardy) peoplehave gone over the edge of the falls in barrels andother contraptions of their own invention. Many ofthese individuals have died in the attempt. The firstperson ever to survive going over the falls in a barrel(in 1901) was a 63-year-old female schoolteachernamed Annie Tylor.
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World ColorsBy Katie Ball, Age 8, Hanover, New Hampshire
Red, purple, pink, and blueCan very well make a beautiful hue
White and black can make graythat shows up often on a rainy day
Red and blue mix togethercome and go at evening weather
Orange and yellow are very brightthey join together to make daylight
By Alex KendallAge 7, Strafford, Vermont
By Alex Kendall
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TThhee OOrrpphhaannss’’ CChhrriissttmmaassBy Lise Johnson • Illustrated by D.B. Johnson
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IN MARSEILLES LONG AGO, a familyof orphans lived under a dock. Theyate fish and crabs and clams. Theybathed in the sea. And each slept ina little boat that hung from thedock’s underside.
A small girl, not as small as therest, had taught the others how towhistle and how to braid. Each nightLisette tucked the orphans into theirboats. Then she told them the storyof how they became a family.Christmas Eve was no different fromother nights.
“When I was the size of a seagull,”Lisette began her tale, “I found a lit-tle stone. I held it to my eye, and itsaid—“
“My name is Guy!” Guy cried.Lisette smiled and went on, “Guy
brought me a sweet roll to eat. Butwhen I went to bite it, the roll criedout—“
“My name is Bernard!” saidBernard.
“Then a butterfly landed on mynose and said—“
“My name is Delphine!” shoutedPascal, unable to wait his turn. Thismade the orphans laugh.
Lisette put a finger to her lips.The dock trembled overhead.But the orphans were notafraid. They knewit was only raggedOld Roland. Asickness had come byboat and taken his grandchil-dren. Now he watched the seafor their return.
The same sickness had takenthe orphans’ parents. Theorphans knew Old Roland’sgrandchildren would not come back.
When Old Roland hadtrudged away, Delphine sighed, “Ihope St. Nicolas brings him a gift.”
“St. Nicolas won’t come to Old
Roland!” said Bernard. “He’s a stablehand.”
“What’s a stable hand?”“Someone who takes care of
horses.”“Someone who lives at the stables.”“And St. Nicolas doesn’t visit
stables.”“He only visits houses.”“You must live in a house if St.
Nicolas is to find you.”“He must find you to give you a
gift.”The orphans were silent. Then
Guy asked, “Lisette, how will St.Nicolas find us here, at the dock?”
At first Lisette did not answer.She remembered the Christmasbefore. Although she had waited andwaited, St. Nicolas never came. “I—I don’t know,” she said. “Maybe weshould go find Christmas for our-selves.”
But how was Christmas to befound, the orphans wondered.
“We will set sail,” Lisette said.“Set sail!” the orphans cried.
Although they never went by boat,the orphans often set sail—sometimes to a tide pool,sometimes to the woods.Tonight Lisette led them
away from the harbor and fog.At the back of the St. Nicolas
Church they landed. Lisettepried open a painted window.
The orphans climbedthrough it. Inside the coldchurch, the chanting of
monks grew loud and thenquiet. Lisette found a basketof choir robes.She whispered, “On
Christmas Eve, choirboys paradethrough town. They sing carols andcollect sweets in this basket.” Theorphans nodded. “Put on the robes,”she told them. “Hold these candles.
This year, we are the choirboys!” Hereyes sparkled in the darkness. At thebottom of the basket lay the redcloak worn by the boy who playedSt. Nicolas. Lisette swept it aroundher shoulders and hid her braidinside it, saying, “Now let’s findChristmas for ourselves!”
The orphans, like a flurry ofsnow, dropped from the window. Ina ragged line they lighted their wayto the center of town. On the way,Guy made up a carol. It went, “InChristmas be a snowflake, a seashellor a drum/but be a kid on Christmasso St. Nicolas will come!”
The others added their voices,squeaking and croaking. Anyonemight have guessed the orphans werenot choirboys. Their parade movedlike marbles. Still, the waiting crowdcheered. Old women pinched theircheeks. The baker placed rolls intheir basket. Mothers slipped themnuts and dried fruit. Fathers guf-fawed and ruffled their hair.Children grinned, pointing. Theorphans felt loved. Their basket over-flowed with food.
Old Roland thought they were asfunny as his grandchildren. Hereached into his pockets for some-thing to give. But his rags held noth-ing but holes. He turned to go.
Without warning, a gang ofshouting boys raced toward theparade. “Robbers! Those are nochoirboys!” they screamed to thecrowd. “Stop them!” And theypushed through the orphans to fightfor the basket. The basket spilledonto the cobbles.
The orphans flapped and flut-tered and darted like doves. To theleft they went, and to the right,through the crowd, and down thealleyways. Lisette bolted, shaking offthe red cloak. She looked for the oth-
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ers as she ran, but in the darkness shecould barely see.
“Guy? Bernard?” she called. Atthe sound of the waves, she slippedbeneath the dock. The boat bedswere empty. If there had ever been achance St. Nicolas would find theorphans, it was gone now. Lisettehad scattered her family.
The streets were still, for thetownsfolk had returned to theirhomes. Lisette’s cries of “Delphine?”and “Pascal?” brought no answer.
She trotted to the bakery. Behindit she might find her friends, nib-bling! But only a cat lurked there.She returned to the church. It wasgloomy and silent. She ran to thewindmills and called for Guy. Butthe windmills swept his name away.Although Lisette looked every placethe orphans liked to sail, she foundthem nowhere.
Finally she slipped inside thedusty stables. Sad and afraid, sheclimbed to the loft and made a nestin the hay. Even Lisette had beenunable to find the orphans this
Christmas. What had become ofthem? A tear slid down her face. Sheslept.
“When Lisette was the size of aseagull, she found a stone,” said thevoice of a boy. “She put it to her eyeand it said—“
“My name is Guy.”“—And Guy brought her a sweet
roll to eat, but when she went to biteit, the roll said—“
“My name is Bernard.”“—And then a butterfly landed
on her nose. It spoke, saying—““I don’t want to hear the story,”
Delphine sobbed.“But Lisette tells it every night!”“Where can she be?”“Tomorrow we will look until we
find her!”Lisette, still hidden, knew she was
not dreaming. The orphans had sailedto the stables. They had found her.
“My name is Delphine!” Lisetteshouted, popping out of the hay.
The orphans cheered. Theyhugged the lost Lisette. They laughedand tossed hay at her head. Even if St.
Nicolas found them afterall, and gave each ofthem a present,Christmas would not be more won-derful than it was upon findingLisette.
The bells of the St. NicolasChurch rang in the morning. Pascalscratched his ankle. Then he fishedinside his sock and brought out a nut.
“St. Nicolas found the orphans!”he bellowed.
Everyone checked their socks,and found either a date or a fig, analmond or a walnut. “Next year,”Guy remarked, “I won’t fill my sockwith my foot first.”
The orphans traded the sweets.Below, an old man in a new red cloakleft the stables. But all were toohappy to notice.
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By Peter Huizenga
I am from the bouncing soccer ball going thud thud
on the floor
I am from the couch going squeak squeak when it is
jumped on
I am from the TV going blah blah blah when you
click the remote
I am from the swing going swish swoosh in the wind
I am from the leaves going crunch crunch when you
step on them
I am from my brother saying “Don’t touch my stuff ”
I am from my Grandma’s kind heart
I am from my mom’s warm arms and my dad’s kind voice
I am from the windows slamming
I am from my mom yelling “STOP FIGHTING” at
the top of her lungs
I am from the potato chip going crunch crunch yumwhen you stick one in your mouth
I am from the pound cake going mmmmm that’s goodwhen you eat it
I am from my warm bed where I rest my head on the
pillow and fall asleep
I am from the lake where you tube and play on the
lake trampoline
I am from the soccer field where you kick the ball
into the goal
I am from the hockey rink where you shoot the puck
and it hits the netting and the buzzer sounds it’s a goal!
I am from the laughter and joy in everyone’s HEART
By Maxwell Joseph Munafo
I am from the barking of my dogs, the rumble ofmy dad’s kiln, and my mom typing for her work.
I am from the woods outside my house, andthe cold in the morning when I ride my biketo school.
I am from dad’s peach tart that smells likeflowers and my mom’s apple tart that smellslike, well, apples!
I am from Maine with the rumble of the sea,Vermont where I grew up, and Lithuaniawhere my ancestors are from.
I am from feeling very, very, very, very, very,very, very happy!!! (and sometimes sad)
By Asa Burgess Berolzheimer
I am from my cozy bedroom with soft pillows
I am from my black cat, Night Star, withwhite paws and cute face and the sounds of his“meows” and my sister’s cat, Lady Gray
I am from my purple couch with its comfy pillows
I am from big, wonderful chapter books withadventures and mysteries in them
I am from my hammock made of rope, hang-ing gracefully under the crabapple tree
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I Am From PoemsBy the 4th Grade class of Eloise Ginty, Marion Cross School, Norwich, Vermont
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✿agatha frys re-sale apparel shop
quality used clothing, shoes and accessories for women & children.
maternity wear too!
excellent prices… fun and unique merchandise!
store hours wed: 10-2
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220 main street,south strafford, vermont 05070
802-765-4777
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Strafford, Vermont(802) 765-4180
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Upper Valley Events Center80 Rte. 5 South, Norwich, Vermont(802) 649-1416 • www.kumon.com
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Therese Linehan, Director • (802) 649-1416
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