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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Write in the HISTORICAL genre (05/03/07)

TITLE: Once upon a time on the farm
By Betty Overstreet


A very interesting assignment: Write in the Historical genre. Wow, this is a first. I wonder just what historical means.

Webster’s Dictionary describes History as being ; 1) Record of Past Events. 2) study of these. 3) train of events, public or private.

Ok, I am ready to jump right into this project. Are you ready to embark on a journey into the past with me?

Once up on a time, in the Oklahoma Hills, there was a little girl came kicking and screaming into the world. Her mama wasn’t too happy because she much preferred boy babies and this was number three baby girl. Mama named the little girl Betsy.

Betsy grew to be a little bigger and began to notice all the wonderful creations of nature that were all around her. The family lived on a farm in Oklahoma for a while before moving on. As the little girl wondered along one day, searching for new friends, the animal variety, she came upon a really big bug. It was, no kidding, a giant of a bug. Dark and long legged with a body sort of like a hairy monster.

She ran into the house, so excited to share her good news with the family and as they walked out to see what she had found Mama was the first to reach the area where the –“ Oh Lord, no. Please protect us from this horrible TARANTULA!!!” she screamed.

One day when Mama and Daddy went to town shopping the three girls decided to walk down to the barn where the old pregnant horse lived. Now they had been warned to stay away from the barn but that just made it more exciting to rush down there the minute the car pulled out of the driveway. This was a very long time ago when sugar didn’t come in cubes, just plain old granulated sugar so when they poured some sugar into their hands to feed the horse it was pretty hard for the horse to get the sugar without –you guessed it-- licking Betsy’s hand right into its mouth. Oh my goodness, she pulled and pulled trying to get her hand out of the horses mouth but-NO WAY! She pulled and pulled until she thought her hand was being bit off, and suddenly, she was loose.

As the sun began sinking into the horizon darkness settled over the farm yard. That was the magical time of day. Suddenly the night was full of blinking lights. Everywhere the girls looked, blinking lights. Lightning bugs, also known as fireflies were flying all around. These wonderful little bugs are only found in certain parts of the world.

When little Betsy was a bit older, perhaps six or seven, the family moved far away to a state called California. She heard Mama and Daddy talking about this far away place. They talked like it must be a very special place that had trees that grew money and the streets were paved with gold. They were just kidding, because when they reached this new home there were no money trees and the streets looked the same as the ones at their old home.

As she and her big sisters began to explore the new house they walked down into the basement and found a room with lots of shelves along the wall. There were mason jars on the shelves, you know, the kind you use for canning, and one of them was full of something that looked like sand. Her big sisters told her it wasn’t sand. It was ashes. The ashes of the man who used to live there. They told her to be really careful not the drop the jar or the ghost of the man would be able to come out of the ashes and forever haunt them.

Betsy was very careful not to drop the jar!

The moral of this history story is: Don’t play with hairy spiders unless mama is handy to save you, Don’t feed sugar to a pregnant horse, Do play outside after dark if you like blinking lights and for goodness sakes don’t drop the mason jar unless you want to see a ghost!!

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Marilyn Schnepp 05/13/07
Cute story of a child's memories of growing up. Found only one tiny boo-boo..."wandered" instead of wondered; otherwise a sweet story of childhood. Thanks for sharing.
Rita Garcia05/17/07
I really enjoyed reading this charming story. Well done!