Someone I Admire; A Carson Story

Carson walked into the Green’s front door, went straight into the dining room, put his backpack on the table, sat down, and folded his arms.

“I have to write an essay about someone I admire. I don’t admire anyone!”

Carson was an eight year old boy, who was very smart and was convinced he could not do anything. He visited Mrs. Green each week and she convinced him he could do anything he set his mind to do.

Mrs. Green was all set for Carson. She knew how he felt. Admiration was a tricky thing. She didn’t always want to admire anyone herself.

“Get out your paper Carson. We are going to write the best essay in the class.” Mrs. Green finished cleaning the kitchen counter.

Sue, Mike, Evelyn, and Steve were all hanging out in the living room, enjoying a snow day.

Mike felt bad for Carson. He liked to write now but he hadn’t always felt that way. He thought an essay like this might be fun. He walked over to Carson. “Show me the instructions Carson.

Carson huffed and puffed. He unzipped his backpack and pulled out a paper full of wrinkles and smudges. “We have to read the essay to the class and they have to try and guess who it is.” Carson looked as if someone had asked him to lick the classroom floor.

Mike pulled up a chair and held his hand up to Mrs. Green. “Carson and I have got this. Nobody come in here until we are finished.”

Mike and Carson started writing. They hunched over Carson’s paper whispering back and forth. At one point they laughed so hard Sue, Steve, and Evelyn wanted in on the secret, but Mike was adamant. “Carson will read it to you when we are finished.”

Finally they were done. Mike grabbed a wooden stool from the kitchen and put it in the middle of the living room. He motioned for Carson to stand on the stool. Everyone, including Mrs. Green sat on the sofa to hear the essay. Carson had a big smile on his face. He pulled himself together, cleared his throat and tried to look serious.

“The someone I admire is a good friend of mine. He is not worried about what people think of him. He is not a picky eater, and he likes to play with me all of the time. Even if a famous person came to our school, he would still pay attention to me. When I sing, he likes to sing along. He is smart and likes to learn. He makes me laugh. He doesn’t care about how I dress or how I look.  He is always cheerful and happy to see me. Even though he runs faster than me he slows down so I can keep up with him.  The coolest thing about him is that he is only 4 years old and he has a mustache.

The someone I admire is Ampersand, Mrs. Green’s dog.”

Ampersand

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Mrs. Green Was Not Perfect

Mrs. Green

Mrs. Green was not perfect. She was very aware of this and it did not bother her a bit. In fact it came in quite handy on occasion. Sometimes it was good to ask for help. Today was one of those days.

Sue was visiting all week long. Sue was one of the teenage friends who came to music practice at the Green’s. She stayed with the Green’s when her parents went out of town a few times a year on business. Sue had a way with Ampersand and had become one of his favorite people.

Juliette was also very fond of Ampersand and the feeling was mutual. Juliette was a sweet three year old, who visited Mrs. Green every week. Juliette was French and when her family first came to America she stopped speaking all together. Juliette’s English had really improved.

Today Juliette came for her visit late in the afternoon instead of early in the morning. Juliette was not quite herself. She didn’t want to make cookies or play games. She stomped her feet when Ampersand would not sit still for her. She shook her head when Mrs. Green offered her a snack. Mrs. Green was running out of ideas.

Just then Sue came home from a very long day at school. Sue was in the Chamber choir, the school play, the band, and ran track and field. By the time Sue got to the Green’s after school, she still had hours of homework to do.

Sue greeted Juliette and Ampersand and saw the pleading look on Mrs. Green’s face. Juliette was looking out the window at the snow. Sue put down her books and got a glass of milk. She sat down on the floor next to Juliette and looked out the window with her. She offered Juliette the milk. Juliette shook her head.

“The snow is very pretty, isn’t it Juliette?”

Sue spoke in a soft quiet voice. She had babysat Juliette before and had a few tricks up her sleeve for coaxing her into a quiet mood.

“See those bumps in the snow Juliette?” The snow was starting to melt and it looked like Mrs. Green had tiny mountains all over her yard.

Snow, Cold, Winter, Winter'S Day, Frost

Juliette looked more intently outside. She brushed the hair away from her eyes.

Sue continued, “Those bumps in the snow are from tiny snow people. They come out only when it snows, and they are so small you can’t see them. They like to slide down the tiny snow mountains on their very large feet.

Juliette looked at Sue. She held up her foot and said, “Feet?”

Sue went on, “Yes. Their feet are almost as large as their legs and they smooth out the snow and slide from tiny hill to tiny hill making those small mountains all over Mrs. Green’s yard. If you are very still and listen very hard you can hear the sound of their large feet swishing in the snow.”

Sue made soft swishing noises. She picked Juliette up and sat with her on the comfy chair in the living room with Ampersand. They looked out the window together and imagined the invisible snow people with the very large feet swishing from tiny snow mountain to tiny snow mountain.

When Mr. Green walked in the door a half an hour later, Juliette, Sue, Ampersand and Mrs. Green were all sound asleep in the living room. Mr. Green did not wake them, because sometimes you just need a nap.

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When Sue Comes to Visit

Relaxing, Girl, Woman, Femme, Sleeping

Sue often stayed at the Green’s house when her parents had to travel. The Greens loved Sue. She was 15 and came to the Green’s for music practice every week with Mike, Steve, and Evelyn. When Sue stayed for a week the little Cape Cod was transformed. The Green’s house was normally a place for teenagers and children to come and go, but when Sue came she took visiting at the Green’s to a new level. Study groups came in, babies were dropped off for her to babysit, an occasional hamster or parakeet was looked after, and a constant flow of teenagers were in and out of the house. Sue was also a great help to Mrs. Green. She encouraged Mrs. Green to pull down the old wall paper and repaint, move the furniture in every room, plant crocus bulbs in the grass so they colored the lawn in spring, and she gave Mrs. Green tap dancing lessons. Mr. Green got used to the sound of shuffle ball change, in the mornings as Mrs. Green and Sue practiced with tap shoes in the kitchen.

Sue hadn’t always been such a pleasure to visit with. The Green’s first had Sue visit when she was 10 years old. Sue’s parents came to the Green’s when they realized they needed to to travel a few times a year. The Green’s were excited at the thought of a little girl in the house. Sue proved to be a challenge. Sue didn’t like anything. She didn’t like anyone, least of all herself. She complained about the food Mrs. Green served for dinner, she didn’t want to play games or have friends over. Sue spent a lot of time looking at fashion magazines. She spent a lot of time in front of the mirror, combing her hair and getting frustrated with herself. Sue was not unattractive, but she thought she was. Sue was miserable with herself and everyone else.

Right around this time, the Green’s adopted Ampersand from a local shelter. Ampersand did not come to the Green’s as a healthy, happy dog. Ampersand was undernourished, his eyes were two different colors of brown, he had not grown into his ears yet, and he was loosing some of his fur around all four of his ankles. Mrs. Green thought he was wonderful. Everyone else was not so sure, everyone else, except for Sue. Sue took to Ampersand right away. She fed him whenever she stayed at the Greens, she walked him, and she taught him tricks. Sue was the first person to realize how smart Ampersand was. Ampersand loved to learn. He sat and stared at Sue as if he was begging to learn something new. Sue taught Ampersand how to sit, stay, roll over, lay down, turn in a circle, and speak. Sue had discovered Ampersands gifts and Ampersand thrived because of it. He gained weight and grew and his hair filled in around his legs. People stopped commenting on his big ears and his mismatched eyes and started seeing Ampersand in a different light.

Sue started to change as well. She wasn’t as focused on herself all the time. When she worked with Ampersand she was forced to learn to ignore what other people thought of her. She told Ampersand not to worry about people starring or laughing at him when they went for walks. She told Ampersand he was handsome, and smart, and loved. It was obvious to the Green’s that Ampersand believed her. Ampersand, sat differently, he walked differently, Ampersand was growing healthy and thriving.

Then Sue began to sing for Ampersand. Sue didn’t know it but she had a lovely voice. Mrs. Green began to play the piano along with Sue. They began to write silly songs for Ampersand and Sue learned to laugh. Mrs. Green told Sue not to worry about what other people thought of her. Mrs. Green told Sue she was beautiful inside and out. Mrs. Green told Sue she was smart, and amazing and capable. Mrs. Green told Sue she was loved. Sue began to believe Mrs. Green, and she has never been the same since.

Yes, the Green’s loved it when Sue came to visit.

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Late Night Laughter with Sylvia and Sam

It was late Friday night and Mrs. Green had had a wonderful time. She did not want it to end. So the Green’s invited Sylvia and Sam to come over to the little cape cod after dancing at The Old Mill.

Sylvia and Mrs. Green were the best of friends. They had known each other for many years. Sylvia had a way of bringing out a certain silliness in Mrs. Green. They had their serious times, but most of the time they were together they were laughing.  Things were especially funny to Mrs. Green and Sylvia after 11:00 p.m. or so. They were a little tired and a little bit punchy by this time, so things just seemed funnier.

Mrs. Green and Sylvia sat side by side on the sofa in the living room. They had a hard time talking because they were laughing so hard. Sylvia was telling Mrs. Green about a telemarketing call she had gotten. Sylvia and Sam got a lot of these calls and Sylvia  often turned the call into a humorous situation. Sylvia kept trying to get the story out and kept having to stop to wipe the tears from her eyes and catch her breath. Mrs. Green didn’t even know what was so funny about the story but seeing Sylvia laugh always made her laugh as well. They were both laughing so hard they could hardly speak.

Mr. Green and Sam went into the kitchen for some snacks when the laughter started. They thought their wives were funnier on a full stomach.

Sylvia managed to tell the story in between burst of laughter,

“When I realized they were a potato chip company asking me to take a survey, I decided to play along. I answered all thirty six questions about my potato chip preferences in the loudest voice I possibly could. By the time I was finished giving them my opinions on salted potato chips the neighbors could hear me! When I asked the man if he had gotten all my answers he said, ‘Oh yes. You were loud and clear.”

Mrs. Green had tears in her eyes from laughing so hard. She and Sylvia walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water and they both burst out laughing. Mr. Green and Sam could not imagine what was so funny. Sylvia and Mrs. Green were bent over laughing. They tried three times to tell their husbands what was so funny. All they could manage to get out between the burst of laughter was,

“You are eating potato chips!”

Chips, Potato Chips, Food, Eat, Fat

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Mrs. Green Takes On Lent

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Many years ago Mrs. Green had decided she would take things on instead of giving things up for Lent. Over the years she had taken on many things, like exclusively calling her wrinkles smiles lines, listening to music whenever she did housework, reading only positive books, and setting aside some quiet time every morning. All of these things had positively changed her life and she continued them after Lent was over. Mrs. Green’s very favorite thing she took on for Lent was leaving her front door unlocked.

The Green’s lived on a one acre lot in a sweet and comfortable cape cod. They had no children of their own and yet they made friends with every child they ever met. Children of all ages came and went in and out of the Green’s house for music practice, tutoring, or any number of crafts and projects. Mrs. Green called it visiting.

The Green’s home was on the way to, and the way home, from the elementary, middle, and high school. Most of the children in the area walked a bit less than a mile to and from school everyday. The Green’s house was on the way, and it made the perfect stopping place for a snack, to get warm, or just to visit.

Many years ago Mr. and Mrs. Green decided the front door would be unlocked for Lent. The dessert plate would be full, and The Green’s would welcome anyone who wanted to come in and visit, whether the Green’s were home or not.

Mrs. Green had been running errands all day. It was colder than normal for this time of year. Mrs. Green drove her sturdy old Rolls Royce, that Mr. Green had reworked for her time and time again, named Rosy, all around town. The wind blew her into in the dry cleaners, the grocery store, Target and back home again. When Mrs. Green arrived home after 3:00 she was happy to see  her dog Ampersand had been tucked into his favorite warm, soft, quilt, on the comfortable chair in the living room. She was happy to see a pile of shoes warming on the vent by the stairs near the front door. She was happy to see ten familiar faces, of all different ages, eating cookies, and getting warm, in the kitchen.

Mrs. Green was so happy she had decided to take things on for Lent.

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The Snow Plow

Mr. Green was so excited. He had a new snow blower and it had snowed. On went his ugly hat with the very large ear flaps, his wool gloves, his blue parka, and his overshoes. He started up the snow blower just fine and was so impressed with the eight foot spray of snow that spit out of the blower as he walked up and down the driveway in front of the little cape cod.

Mrs. Green wanted to help with the snow. She liked being outside in the fresh air.  She put on her purple fleece hat with the flowers on the side and her cable knit, cream-colored scarf, and her warm boots.She walked outside and up the driveway towards Mr. Green. The snow blower was loud. The engine roared and Mr. Green seemed to be humming a tune along with it. Mrs. Green could not get Mr. Green’s attention. Every time she was about to tap him on the shoulder he turned. He really didn’t see Mrs. Green because of the ugly hat with the very large ear flaps. He really didn’t hear Mrs. Green because of the loud engine and the humming. So Mrs. Green grabbed the broom to sweep away the snow on Rosie, the old Rolls Royce Mr. Green had reworked for her time and time again.

Mr. Green was in his own world and did not see Mrs. Green. He did not hear Mrs. Green and he did not know Mrs. Green had come outside. He did not know that as he turned the snow blower around he had showered Mrs. Green with snow. He did not know he had knocked her over and snow was hitting her in the face like a pie at the county fair. Mr. Green did not know Mrs. Green was laughing and calling his name as he turned up the driveway for another pass. Mr. Green did not know that Mrs. Green was not hurt but on her hands and knees laughing so hard she couldn’t get up. Mr. Green did not know that Mrs. Green dusted herself off, went back into the house.

Fireplace, Fire, Screen, Warm, Heat

When Mr. Green came back into the house he found Mrs. Green by a warm cozy fire and he said,

“I did not know you were going to start a fire, my dear. I am surprised. You love coming out in the snow to help. Did you see the spray of snow from the snow blower?”

Mrs. Green giggled, she warmed her face by the fire and said,

“I certainly did!”

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Mrs. Green Paints the Plain, Ordinary, Basement Door

It was sixteen degrees outside. The Green’s had no plans for the day. Snow was predicted by all the weathermen. School was out for Presidents Day and Mrs. Green was not expecting any visitors.

Mrs. Green sent Mr. Green out for a few goodies to snack on in case it snowed. He was happy to oblige her. Mr. Green was known to love snacks. As the door closed behind Mr. Green, Mrs. Green waited for the sound of the car leaving the driveway.

Mrs. Green rushed to the basement and gathered some things. Mrs. Green was a free spirit. She was much more comfortable being a free spirit when  Mr. Green went to the store for snacks though. She took the things up to the kitchen, put on an old shirt to cover her clothes, took out her paints and looked at the basement door. The door was as normal as any other basement door. It was in the kitchen and it was white and opened and closed just fine. Yet Mrs. Green wanted it to be much more than an ordinary basement door.

She squirted the paint out of the tubes and swirled and mixed and began to paint a picture right on the plain, ordinary basement door. She remembered an art teacher she had in high school. Mrs. Diamond always said,

“You should feel the paint on the brush and fill the canvas.”Oil, Yellow, Painting, Flower, Sunflower

Mrs. Green swooshed the paint. She scooped up the paint. She slathered the paint on the plain, ordinary, basement door. Mrs. Green knew she was not an artist but that was okay. Mrs. Green knew who she was and what she was good at. Knowing this left her free to enjoy things like swooshing the paint and feeling the paint on plain ordinary basement doors.

Mr. Green also knew what he was good at and when he returned from the store with snacks he was glad Mrs. Green had been a free spirit when he was out.

Mr. Green had his snacks, Mrs. Green had felt the paint on the brush and filled the “canvas”, and the plain, ordinary basement door was transformed.

Sunflower, Sunflowers, Bunch, Yellow

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A Slow and Comfortable Day

Marrowbone, Kentucky, Farm, Rural

It was Sunday. It had snowed the night before and the wind howled like a coyote all night long. Church was cancelled and the Greens slept in. When they felt like waking up, Mrs. Green tiptoed over to the curtains and flung them open. It was sunny and every now and then the wind blew the snow up into the air. It was fun to watch it from the warmth of the down covers.

Mrs. Green took her time making sausage and eggs for breakfast. She danced to the song, “If I Had a Million Dollars” with her spatula when it came on the radio, as she waited to flip the eggs. The house smelled of sausage and fresh air.

The Green’s puttered around the house all morning. They looked at seed catalogs, made cupcakes and egg salad for lunch, eating the cupcakes first, read, and relaxed.

It was nothing more than a slow and comfortable day.

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Happy Valentines Day

Bubble, Soap, Nature, Green, Day

It was very early in the morning. Neither the sun, nor Mr. Green were up. Mrs. Green rolled around town in Rosy, the old Rolls Royce that Mr. Green had reworked for her time and time again. She was quiet as a mouse as she tiptoed up to Sylvia and Sam’s door. She was completely silent as she left a package for Juliette. She was like the wind when she left Carson’s house. She was undetectable when she flew out of Steve, Mike, Evelyn and Sue’s driveways. Before sunrise Mrs. Green had been all over town and back.

It was cold. Mrs. Green tiptoed into the little Cape Cod and greeted Ampersand. He jumped up on his hind legs and seemed to smile at the sight of Mrs. Green. Mr. Green had a mug of hot chocolate waiting for Mrs. Green. He handed it to her and said,

“Bubbles?”

Mrs. Green took the hot chocolate and cupped it in her hands. She took a long warm sip and felt the warmth all the way down to her toes.

“Of course, my dear.”

Mr. Green smiled. “You have told me before, but tell me again. Why bubbles on Valentines Day?”

Mrs. Green handed Mr. Green his coat and hat. He helped her with hers. Mrs. Green took Mr. Green’s hand and they walked out to the back yard. The sun was just coming up. Mrs. Green handed Mr. Green a bottle of bubbles. He opened the cap, took off the foil seal, fished out the bubble wand and blew a group of bubbles into the cold winter air. They floated up into the sky. Ampersand jumped up and bit one in his mouth.

Mr. Green dunked the wand in the bubble solution and held it for his wife to try. They stood watching the bubbles float up into the sky. The opalescent colors danced around the bubbles and then, like a miracle, popped into thin air.

Mrs. Green said,

“Bubbles are like friends. They float into your life and make you feel all is well with the world. They lift you up, make you smile, stir your imagination, and bring out the best in you. Bubbles seem like impossibility in a very possible world. Bubbles give you hope.

Mr. Green blew a few more bubbles into the air.

“You do have a way of seeing things my dear.”

On that very cold Valentines morning, as the Green’s came inside to warm up, they were sure they saw bubbles rising up into the sky from some of their very good friends houses.

Soap Bubble, Sky, Blue, Cloud, Blow, Fly

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Times Tables

Math, Number, School, Symbol, Education

Mrs. Green grabbed her packages from the car looked up at the sky and felt snowflakes falling on her face. She was so pleased to see the snowflakes because the sky had looked like rain. She rushed into the little Cape Cod and looked at the time. She had to hurry to get everything ready. All the children in the county had a half day of school and she not only had music practice today, she also had Carson coming over.

She wanted some extra special snacks today. She pulled out some fudge and cookies and milk. These were Carson’s favorites. She thought he might need a little cheering on today.

She arranged the plates just as she heard a knock at the door. Mike, Steve, Evelyn and Sue tumbled into the warm living room and  took off their hats and coats.  Mrs. Green told them her plan and they warmed up at the piano. They reviewed and reviewed the songs they had learned from Mrs. Green a long, long time ago.

When Carson walked in the door he barely looked at the teenagers. Mike, Steve, Evelyn and Sue were casually eating cookies in the kitchen. Carson walked into the dining room, plopped his backpack on the table, sat down on the chair and folded his arms.

“Mrs. Green, it is not fair! I can’t learn all of um. Do you know they want me to memorize all of the times tables? All of them! All of them! I got up to three! That should be enough! There are a lot of numbers up to three! I can figure out the fives in my head, but four, six, seven, eight, and nine! I can’t learn all that!”

The teenagers kept casually eating their cookies. Mrs. Green did not say a word. She handed Carson a cookie and  walked over to the piano and began to play. One by one the teenagers began to sing the answers to the four times tables to the tune of Pop Goes the Weasel. Steve held out his fingers, showing Carson he was counting on them.

“Four, eight, twelve, sixteen, twenty, twenty four, twenty eight, thirty two, thirty six and forty!”

Carson looked up with his mouth wide open.

Mrs. Green did a little ching a ling on the piano keys and began playing another song. Who Let the Dogs Out. Sue started this time, singing off the answers to all of the six times tables to the tune.

“Six, twelve, eighteen. Who let the dogs out! Twenty four, thirty, thirty six. Who let the dogs out! Forty two, forty eight, fifty four. Who let the dogs out! Sixty!”

Now all of the teenagers were getting into it. They began dancing and singing along to the times table songs Mrs. Green had taught them when they were Carson’s age. Mrs. Green kept going. She played another transition on the piano and then started playing Mary had a little lamb. All of the teenagers were holding their fingers out showing Carson they were counting and keeping track of the answers. Mary had a little lamb never sounded so cool as the teenagers sang in four part harmony.

“Seven, fourteen, twenty one, twenty eight, thirty five, forty two, and forty nine, fifty six, sixty three and seventyyyyyyy!”

Mrs. Green was getting into the music now. The group was all warmed up. Carson had walked over to the piano and was in a much better mood. He was tapping his foot along with the music. Mrs. Green began to play, Cotton Eyed Joe. Carson and Sue began doing the motions to the song and everyone joined in. They all sang at the top of their lungs!

“Eight, sixteen, twenty four, thirty two, forty, forty eight, fifty six, sixty four, seventy two, eee ee ee eeee eeighty!”

They were all dancing around the room now. Mrs. Green stood up and kicked the piano bench out from under her. Mr. Green came up from the basement and sang along. Even Ampersand howled when everyone started singing the nine times tables to, I Love Rock and roll!

“Nine, eighteen, twenty seven, thirty six, forty five, fifty four, sixty three, seventy two, eighty one and nii iinteey.”

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