The auctioneer continued his cry for bids and Louis was at last sold for eight hundred dollars. By this time we had taken in the situation, and it seemed as though my mother's heart would break. Such despair I hope I may never again witness. We children knew something terrible was being done, but were not old enough to fully understand.
My newsletters have become my boardroom. Welcome to the board!
At the back door, the boys scanned the horizon, wondering how to come up with a suitable tree, and fast. It was at this point where one brother turned to the other and said, "What are we gonna do?
At first I was surprised to learn that Gloria Simo and I have so much in common. After learning her family's story, I am even more surprised to learn the reason for our commonalities.
As the first group of would-be rescuers reached us, they called out, “Seen the Moulton boys? Their parents think they have fallen into a mine shaft or been buried in an avalanche.”
I had finally reconciled with Santa's fall from Christmas grace, and I figured that nothing could be worse than the binder paper Christmas.
I could not stretch my limited imagination to see the twelve-inch foam cone with butterscotch disks attached as any sort of tree, especially a Christmas tree. First of all, trees are green, not school bus yellow. God bless the poor family friend who made it for us.