Jaime is working on reconstructing the blog. It's really in need of something more appealing, now that the template designer can be used. Expect it to look a little--errmmm--out of place and strange for a while!

Friday, October 31, 2008

The Generous Coal Peddler's Reward (a narrative summary)

A true story I had to summarize for writing. I made a few minor changes just to make it a bit more interesting and so I could fit in a few things I needed to add. The writing program I do makes you think of interesting words and bans some words, such as said, thought and makes you use words like because, when, while, and words that end in ly such as excitedly and happily. Well, enjoy the story!

The Generous Coal Peddler's Reward
A narrative summary by Jaime Robinson

In Paris, France, there once lived a man named Jacquot, who sold charcoal to the wealthy people of the city. Although he labored very hard selling charcoal, he was still destitute. Lowly and poor, his house was only one room, but it was large enough for him and his family. He was a married man with two young sons, Charlot, the eldest, and Blondel. They were terribly poor in the city, but hard workers because of it. Managing to make enough money selling charcoal, Jacquot and his family got along fine day by day.

One day, when dinner was ready and the children hungry, Jacquot was very late arriving home. Being taught not to eat without their father, Charlot and Blondel waited impatiently. At the table, the children grumbled and complained, asking their mother, "When will father be home?" When the starving children were getting very upset, in walked Jacquot who was carrying a boy as wet as a sea sponge. Carefully, Jacquot laid the boy on one of the beds. Jacquot then explained, "I was on my way home and I saw this lad fall into the fountain near the park. I brought him to our house because I did not know where he lived. Now, quickly, give him some dry clothes and a bit to eat." They did as Jacquot had commanded, and soon after the boy awakened. "Where am I? Where am I?!" cried the boy. "You are at my home," answered Jacquot. When the boy ate some more, they heard a knock on the door. The door opened and some gentlemen walked in. "We have come to take Louis home," they declared.

When the gentlemen had declared why they were there, the unknown boy stood to make an announcment. "I am Louis the fourteenth, who is the king of France. Being so young, I do not actually rule France. At this time, my mother rules for me, but when I am older I shall take my place as king. Thank you very much for generously caring for me. Happily, I shall give you much money so you may be able to give your boys an education and buy a larger home because you have been so kind. Also, please pay me a visit at the palace one day. Now I must return to the palace." "Thank you very much for your generousity, my lord," answered Jacquot, as the little king returned to the palace, leaving his new friend, the coal peddler, in delightful surprise.

-Jaime Robinson-

Monday, October 27, 2008

The Chase (Poem)

This is just a little poem I wrote for my language assignment.

The Chase
By: Jaime Robinson

Mouse sticks his nose out of his hole,
While Kitten scratches at her pole.
Mouse stealthily creeps beneath the bed,
But he's so tall, he bumps his head.
Bang! Outloud, Mouse screams, "Ouch!"
And scrambles for cover beneath the couch.
Kitten hears the "ouch" and turns her head,
To see Mouse running to the bed.
Mouse knows that he will bump his head,
On the wooden frame of the wooden bed.
He swerves to the right,
And out of Kitten's sight.
But Kitten can't stop and bumps her head,
On the wooden frame of the wooden bed.

-Jaime Robinson-

Thursday, October 9, 2008

Please Pray

I have some family members that are not Christians. By that I don't mean my dad and mom and brother and sister. I mean relatives that I don't know very much. Ones that live far away. I am not going to give any names. If they are not Christians they will not go to heaven. They need to repent of their sin and follow God to the END. I just ask anyone who reads this to pray for them to become Christians and follow Christ. If you are interested you can go to http://www.evangelicaloutreach.org/index2.html

-Jaime Robinson-

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Quarter Collection/Coin Collection

My Quarter Collection {Those are my pajama pants in the background lol}

I've been collecting for a long time now. If you're interested in seeing some of the quarters I've collected over the years, there are some photos below. Check it out!

Besides my quarter collection, I have a few other coins as well, such as: a Swahili nickel, a gold dollar, a silver dollar, a fifty cent piece, 5 different American nickels, an American penny with a different face than other pennies, and 3 different English pennies. Photos are shown below.

Swahili Nickel Front

Swahili Nickel Back

Gold Dollar

Silver Dollar and Fifty Cent Piece (or silver half dollar)

Five Different American Nickels

American Penny With A Different Face

English Penny:1

English Penny: 2

English Penny: 3

I don't know if this goes with what I'm writing about but.... I also have some fools gold (iron pyrite) that I got in North Carolina at around age 7. {The larger 3 larger pieces of fools gold came from a place called Tweety's Railroad}


Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Five More Dolls

Not to long ago my mom told me how much her mom (my grandma) liked dolls. She said I should make her one. She said I could also make one for some other family members. So I started to to cut out the pieces soon after that. Then I thought that maybe I could give the dolls to them for Christmas. I would have to make five; one for each of my aunts and one for each of my grandmas. Well, sadly, I haven't been making them so I will have to work probably every day on them to get them done on time. I've already sewn two of the dolls faces by hand but I still have a long way to go. One of my grandmas sews and made some dolls for my mom when my mom was a kid so I know I have to have a doll for her ready on Christmas. If I can't make them all on time I want to at least have a doll for each grandma. My mom is working on a quilt so I have to wait my turn on the sewing machine. But she's making the quilt for me so I'll wait my turn! The reason the dolls take a long time is because you have to cut out the pieces, sew the face by hand (which is hard because you have to think about if the eyes are going to turn out to far to the side when you finish sewing it etc), sew a seam on the legs and arms leaving a space to stuff it at the end, then sew those on the bodice, after which you stuff it and sew up the holes left before for the stuffing. When you FINALLY finish that you have to sew yarn on the head for hair which takes time and patience. Well that is what I have to do in a few month's time. Well my mom isn't all that much better off. She's going to sew clothes for all five dolls. I hope I can finish them but while I still have time I'm going to work on the dolls!

-Jaime Robinson-

Sunday, October 5, 2008

Freedom To Peck: A Story Written Together

Freedom To Peck

By: The Robinsons

Johnny Pecker, a runt of a chicken, squeezed through the wire fence that surrounded the henhouse, and took off with a sprightly bound across the yard. Mother had scolded him for pecking at everything in his path, including his twelve siblings, so he had escaped while his mother was napping drowsily on her new batch of eggs. Joyfully, he moseyed about until he came upon an enormous tractor tire, which he immediately began pecking happily. Losing interest in the tire, he proceeded toward the tool shed, where he hammered his beak on several rusty tools which were strewn carelessly on the ground beside the shed. As he was pecking away at the tools, he noticed a peculiar looking snake snoozing in the afternoon sun, and because of his curious nature, he decided to investigate. This was the life! How wonderful it was to be finally free of his strict mother and her lenghthy lectures!

Cautiously at first, Johnny pecked on the snake because he wanted a playmate. As the snake did not awaken immediately, he began to peck even more insistently. Growing impatient with this slothful reptile, Johnny began to tease it rudely,"You are just as lazy as you are rubbery, and your head looks funny too!" When the snake did not respond to these taunts, he began to peck at its back more viciously than ever. Out of nowhere, a drenching waterspout rushed into his beak, causing him to be violently thrown into the air befor landing in a soggy heap.

Running frantically, he sped to the henhouse where his mother was just awakening from her nap, which had been most refreshing for once, since Johnny had not been there to cause trouble. In a panic, Johnny rushed under his mother's stretching wings, relieved that he had not been killed by the savage beast, and had lived to see his dear mother again. Since he was soaked and hungry, his mother kept him by her side and fed him some warm cornmash. Gratefully, Johnny nestled beneath her cozy wings and watched his siblings play. He was even glad to leave them alone because he had learned a lesson about pecking on others. Never again would Johnny desert the henhouse, not even for freedom to peck as he pleased.