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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Canada (01/29/09)

TITLE: The Cottage
By Beth B
02/04/09


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Once upon a time there was a little girl that loved to visit her grandparents; who just happened to have a cottage near a b-i-g lake. Before cell phones, iPods, or car videos, she entertained herself on the drive. That was half the fun!

Ahhh … the lazy days of summer …

“Jesus loves me, this I know, for the Bible tells me so,” she sang. Gran chimed in.

“Wow, there’s a license plate from California. They’re a long way from home, Grandpa." She had counted twenty different ones.

“You’re doing pretty good, little one,” he smiled, keeping his eyes on the road.

“Jesus wants me for a sunbeam … Hey, there’s the sunshine building. We’re almost there,” as they turned off Highway 401.

Her face glued to the window; she anticipated each familiar landmark: the red schoolhouse, the grocery store, the ranger stationed at the park’s entrance, the campground with zillions of tents and f-i-n-a-l-l-y her favorite place of all, the brown log cabin, built by grandpa’s own hands.

“Yeah, we’re here!”

First move - check out her very own room. It was between Gran and Grandpa’s room and the third bedroom. The green shutters were opened, and everyone carried in luggage and food supplies.

Then she went exploring ...

Ahhh … the lazy days of summer …

Yep, the bachelor brothers were home. They lived next door. Nope,the white house across the street looked dark. They were friends of Gran and Grandpa. They also lived in Windsor during most of the year. Sure wish Tommy was here to play, she thought.

Sniff … sniff … The smell from the pipe gave him away. The older gentleman and his wife lived down the street. Purr went their Siamese cat as she petted him.

Ahhh … the lazy days of summer …

The water from the old-fashion red pump, in the front yard, sure quenched her thirst. The little girl and her Grandpa filled part of the afternoon playing horse shoes.

“Time for lunch,” called Gran.

“Coming!” they cried.

“You owe me a coke,” she giggled. They had said it together; that was always the rule.

After a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, they headed for the b-i-g lake. The lake was called Lake Erie. With beach towels around their necks, flip flops on their feet, straw hats on their heads, they walked down the road to the lake.

The sun peeked through the trees along the hot, sandy path. Hop, Hop, she jumped from one shaded spot to another. Watch out for poison oak! After hours of fun in the water and looking like a shriveled raisin, they headed back to the cottage.

There were always fun things to do at the park, like play miniature golf, ride horses, feed the deer or hike trails and eat ice cream. Skipping down the road with her grandparents they headed for the store. She waited, ever so patiently for her favorite ice cream: chocolate ripple. Yum! But … with her first lick the top layer rolled down her shirt and onto the floor. Splat! With a mop and some napkins,she was good to go.

The stars winked back at her as she lay in the bright orange hammock. Yawn, yawn, she covered her mouth with her hand. It had been a big day. But she could hardly wait for more adventures. Tomorrow would include a drive to the pier.

Along the drive, oak trees provided canopies of shade, broken by filtered sunlight. She always enjoyed seeing the houses at the pier, but one stood out – the white cottage with big polka dots. Have you ever seen a polka-dotted house before?

Ahhh … the lazy days of summer at Rondeau Park.

A Children’s Story


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Karlene Jacobsen 02/06/09
Sounds like a fun summer to me. I enjoyed visiting my grandmas in the summer too.
Catrina Bradley 02/11/09
I was seeing the pictures for your storybook as I read. This left a smile on my face and a warm feeling in my heart. Very nice. :)
Deborah Porter 02/20/09
Hi Beth. I'm running a week late, but just wanted to leave a quick note to let you know your entry "The Cottage," actually did very well in the Canada Challenge. Although you didn't receive an award, you made it into the Highest Rankings placing 10th in Level 1.

Competition in Level 1 is always very intense, so you did extremely well.

If you'd like to check the highest rankings for yourself, you can find them here:
http://www.faithwriters.com/Boards/phpBB2/viewtopic.php?t=24328

The highest rankings are posted every Thursday evening on the Message Boards.

You definitely deserve a pat on the back. Well done. With love, Deb (Challenge Coordinator)