We left Fort Kearney and we are walking along the south side of the Platte River. We are aching like crazy, especially our feet. We are always very tired because it is really hard to sleep, having to sleep under our wagon with one blanket again. Our other blanket that we brought was lost during the storm. I do not even like to talk about the storm because it breaks my heart because of what happened, but it still happened and I am happy that everyone lived. Soon, the Platte River will be dividing and we have to cross it to start walking along the North Platte River.
We have crossed the Platte River. That was the scariest thing. The storm and crossing that river have been the scariest things so far. While crossing, we had to rely on the sand
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The Ives told the whole wagon train we would be getting to a place called Chimney Rock, but it would be another 14 miles. Lucy got tired and is napping in the wagon, while Larry is holding onto and controlling all three of our oxen and he told me that he wishes he had my job, I hold onto and control our horse. I told him that I would control the oxen for a little bit for him to help him, but he told me that I would most likely lose control of them and then we would become behind even more. So, since he is not liking the work he has to do, he has been quite grumpy and tired during the trip. We are currently passing through Chimney Rock, it really looked like the chimney of burned house. I will always remember this landmark because of how well known it is. We passed on by it, but I will remember it. We keep going on our way to Fort Laramie, that is another 75 miles. A lot of the time when Lucy is not sitting in the wagon, she is playing made up games with Paul Brown’s daughter, or they are just walking together. On the way to Fort Laramie, they started including Robert Conners's daughter and they seem to really like her. Our oxen recently stopped for a good refreshment in a puddle, but oddly one of them would not drink the water. Those two seemed refreshed and ready to go more than the one who did not. I am really tired, constantly and Larry is too, especially since he is holding the oxen. Lucy gets worn out very easily when playing with her friends and walking so much since she is so little. Larry has noticed that the two oxen who drank some water were starting to get sick and become
I walk into Valley Forge. Winter 1777-78. As I walk in, an overwhelming feeling of emotions comes over me. Sadness, anger, hope, unwillingness, and happiness. I walk in a little bit further and I am greeted with many huts. These huts have no windows and only one door. I decide to peek into one of them and see 12 men inside. The huts are hard to see in because smoke has filled them. From another direction there is many men talking. I walk towards the noise and am surprised to see men sitting around a campfire eating small amounts of food. The men are talking about various things. Some are talking about their family, how they are excited that their duty is almost over, and some of the strong willed patriots who are willing to fight for their country are talking about how they are going to stay longer than they were sent to. As I keep wandering around the camp I find myself at an area with many men. These men are different than the men at the campfire. These men were the unlucky soldiers who had gotten sick. There is a soldier who is crying over another soldiers still body. Again I hear talking but this time it’s about how they need help caring for the sick and the soldiers that want to leave shouldn’t leave so they can help the sick. I shake off what I just witnessed and made the tough decision of staying. I would stay because they would need my help,
One night, Lydia’s husband, Calvin Wind Solider, took their son Duane out for a car ride to calm him down after crying non stop. D
A lack of food would seem to be the bottom line where families finally understood that there was nothing in the Great Plains except for hardship and death of crops along with livestock. In the Ken Burns documentary it states “convinced that the storms were a freak accident, that the rains would soon return, residents could not imagine that they had entered a battle that would last a decade.” This was the mind set of many farms during that time, that the storms was an accident and that it would not last, however, they were proved to be wrong and the issues
The loss of community was acutely felt by the former Buffalo Creek residents, who had previously been a very tight knit people. This was demonstrated by the fact that post-disaster euphoria was completely absent after the flood. Usually this euphoria arises when the survivors realize that the community is still existent and alive. However in Buffalo Creek there was not a shred of community left to cause celebration. This was due in part to HUD’s housing regulations that not only worsened the feeling of isolation, but also because of the massive destruction caused by the flood itself. After the sudden and violent incident the pain of the survivors would continue far into their future. The chronic pain and suffering resulting from the loss of community and the effects of it on would linger for years.
Forty seconds left until game time. Here we go again, versing one of our biggest rivals, Belleville West. As usual, I’m starting. Defense has always been my go to position and this year I’m playing right back. The air around us is cold, considering we aren’t quite in spring yet. Eleven of us disperse on to the field, all in blue, determined to win. The referee blows his whistle, piercing our ears, and twenty two pairs of feet stir into action. Our back line is staring at the ball move towards the goal when suddenly things turn around. Hurriedly we shift to the left, ensuring the ball is put to a stop. Hannah boots the ball up the long green field and we’re all hopeful. West is playing hard; aggressive is their style. They win possession. Back
The soldiers and I have arrived at Valley Forge in 1777 with General George Washington and I am sick and freezing. Here, my fellow soldiers are weeping in pain because of what is happening. This is not good
Before his death, more than sixty after the Battle of the Bulge, his father finally began sharing more intimate, painful wartime experiences, as we walked together around the Northern Portland neighborhood where they lived most of our lives. The walks were long even though the distances were short. His walker rattled and his feet barely cleared the cracks in the sidewalk as we ambled along. His memory ebbed and flowed, as past blurred with the present, and the new stories revealed a darker side of war.
We all reached our families somehow or another, which was a gift from God. What I contributed to luck earlier was not luck at all but the grace and mercy of God. How else could all nine of us, some experienced tubers and some rookies, survive the worst flood in thirty-one years. What took us several hours to tub down on a normal tubing trip took less than an hour. The Davao River usually runs at ten kilometers per hour (about six miles per hour) but this time it was racing at a pace of twenty-two kilometers per hour (about fourteen mile per hour). The nightmarish song of the boulder sized rocks ringing beneath us as we tubed will forever be in my memory. God humbled and saved me from many things that day. Most importantly, he brought me closer to Him and to my friends. It is forever etched into my memory.
I love camping and spending time outside, but this summer I had a completely new experience when I visited the Boundary Waters Canoe Area. Before leaving, I had very little knowledge of the Boundary Waters. After getting advice from friends and purchasing some special equipment, I realized that camping there was going to be much more complicated than I had thought.
One of my strongest memories of our time in Iowa was from the first few weeks that we lived in the rental house. We had moved from the gigantic Georgia house into the cramped, smelly rental house. This move felt really different than the last one. We always knew that we would move but I don’t think that we envisioned us living in Iowa. Ammon was bored (which is never a good sign), Jaci seemed indifferent (which was a pretty good sign) and I was pretty on edge. One day Jaci, Ammon, and I started fighting about something, I don’t remember what, I vaguely remember it being related to the bathroom. Being the good mother that you are, you stopped the fight but it was too late for me; the cumulative effect of everything that had happened over the
Alex is now 21 and lives in Iowa. He still continues to carry on his no bullying act. Alex started in freshman year of highschool even though it was after he got out of middle school where he got bullied, he still felt that the other millions around the world needed to be stood up for. He has been working on the project for 9 years and does not plan to give it up anytime soon. Alex was bullied by the kids he used to be friends with. “Most of the kids on the bus, I knew from elementary school, and we were good friends then, but then in middle school, everything changes, and it’s all about popularity and who dresses the bet and who has the best hair . I was not the kid with the best hair.” He would be bullied everyday weather it was at the bus
Have you ever looked off a gigantic cliff? Now imagine traveling 30 miles per hour on a bike with curvy roads with enormous cliffs on your side with no rails. This is exactly what I did with my family when we went to Colorado. From the hotel we drove to a bike tour place to take us to the summit of Pikes Peak. After we arrived at the building we saw pictures of how massive the cliffs were, but what terrified me was the fact they had no side rails. This observation was thrilling as well as terrifying. It was an odd mix of emotions, but I loved the adrenaline rush it gave me. My dad whispered to me, “ This will be absolutely horrifying”.
It was September 8th 2010, about 8:00 pm my mom had just put Jaclynn, my three-year-old sister to bed. My parents sat my brother Matthew and I down at the dining room table. I was very confused because we only sat at the dining room table for holidays and special occasions. The last time they sat us down this formerly was when my mom was pregnant with my sister. I thought that they were about to tell us that I was going to have another sibling, which would be a bit extreme considering my brother was a sophomore in high school. We sat there patiently waiting for them to explain the reason for this meeting; my mom started explaining that my dad had lost his job about a month ago. My dad said that there was no reason to worry because he had found a new job. I was extremely relieved; I was only thirteen but was old enough to
I was intimidated. Actually, let me be honest, I feared a thrashing at the hands of the River God. Trembling muscles warned me to just shoulder my boat and walk. I couldn't. I traveled all the way from Pennsylvania to run these rivers, how could I back out now? I had to run Sunshine Falls...the largest rapid on the Royal Gorge section of the Arkansas River. When would I make it back to Colorado to run this river? I considered the the portage again; it's an impressive drop with no shame in walking. But what if they dam the Arkansas?
This area of the world is so foreign to my Oklahoma life; it infuses me with awe, and with an eerie feeling of being strongly enclosed by huge mountains, and the mass of tall trees. However, when my foot first steps onto the dusty trail it feels crazily magical. The clean, crisp air, the new smell of evergreen trees and freshly fallen rain is mixed with fragrances I can only guess at. It is like the world has just taken a steroid of enchantment! I take it all in, and embrace this new place before it leaves like a dream and reality robs the moment. As I turn and look at my family, I was caught by my reflection in their impressions. The hair raising mischief in the car was forgotten and now it was time to be caught up in this newness of life. It was as if the whole world around us had changed and everyone was ready to engulf themselves in it. The trickling of water somewhere in the distance and the faint noise of animals all brought the mountains to