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Little Falls

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AFTER SCHOOL KIDS CRAFT: Bow Tie Noodle Wreath – December 21st

Date: Thursday, December 21st
Time: 4:30pm – 5:30pm

We will be making a bow tie noodle wreath holiday card using card stock, farfalle, paint, glitter, ribbon & glue! This super fun craft will be led by Mrs. Rachel & children of all ages are welcome to participate!

Children under the age of 8 must be supervised by a parent or guardian. We have a sign up sheet posted on the bulletin board at the library, please come in and sign up to secure your seat, or give us a call!

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WINTER MOVIE NIGHT: Prancer – December 28th

Date: Thursday, December 28th
Time: 4:30pm – End of Movie

We will be watching “Prancer”, it’s rated G! The estimated run time is 1hr 43m, & refreshments will be offered!

Children under the age of 8 must be supervised by a parent or guardian. We have a sign up sheet posted on the bulletin board at the library, please come in and sign up to secure your seat, or give us a call!

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AFTER SCHOOL KIDS CRAFT: Cupcake Liner Christmas Trees – December 18th

Date: Monday, December 18th
Time: 4:30pm – 5:30pm

We will be making Christmas tree ornaments using twine, cupcake liners, sequins and gemstones! This super fun craft will be led by Mrs. Rachel & children of all ages are welcome to participate!

Children under the age of 8 must be supervised by a parent or guardian. We have a sign up sheet posted on the bulletin board at the library, please come in and sign up to secure your seat, or give us a call!

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AFTER SCHOOL KIDS CRAFT: 3D Pop Up Snowflakes – December 19th

Date: Tuesday, December 19th
Time: 4:30pm – 5:30pm

We will be making 3-dimensional pop up snowflakes using construction paper and glue! This super fun craft will be led by Mrs. Rachel & children of all ages are welcome to participate!

Children under the age of 8 must be supervised by a parent or guardian. We have a sign up sheet posted on the bulletin board at the library, please come in and sign up to secure your seat, or give us a call!

RECKLESS: Love Finds a Way By Peg Scarano

Word:  Reckless

Word Count: 502

 

Love Finds a Way

By Peg Scarano

 

Remember when we were young and foolish – the simple high school pranks; ironing your hair; lying on your back on the bed to zip up your jeans; reading adult books under the blankets with a flashlight; telling your parents you were going to a girlfriend’s house when you were really meeting a boy at the movies; sneaking a beer or a cigarette?  – All relatively harmless adolescent activities back in our day, right?

 

I don’t think I purposely tried to do things to upset the adults in my life.  I think I probably ran the consequences of my actions through my immature mind before I actually acted upon a scathingly brilliant idea.

 

It was a chilly fall weekend of my sophomore year in college.  I had plans to catch a ride home to Little Falls from Brockport with a friend of mine so I could visit my boyfriend.  At noon on Friday, my friend called to tell me she had a change of plans and was not going home.  The bottom dropped out of my world.  I hadn’t seen him in a month and was so looking forward to going home.   My mind took over.

 

I got a ride to the gas station on the outskirts of town on the way to the Thruway.  I gingerly set my bag down and bravely put my thumb up.  After what seemed like an eternity, a man in a pickup truck stopped and asked me which way I was headed.  I boldly murmured, “East.”  He told me he was going as far as Syracuse.  I quietly said, “That would be great, but before I get in your truck, I need to make a phone call to let my boyfriend know I’m on my way and about what time we’ll arrive in Syracuse.”  He agreed and waited.

 

There were no cell phones in 1972.  I went into the phone booth, made a collect call to my boyfriend’s house where his younger sister accepted the charges and told me Rock was working and would be home around three.  I told her I was hitching home with a man in a gray truck.  I gave her the license number and told her I was having him drop me off at Rock’s uncle’s liquor store in Syracuse and that we should be there around 5:30 – please have him pick me up there.  And then I prayed.

 

I prayed she would get the message to Rock and that he was free to drive to Syracuse and that his old clunk of a car would not break down and that this nice guy in the truck was truly a nice guy and not a serial killer.

 

My prayers were answered.  The gentleman was a true gentleman.  I was lucky.  My reckless act got me to Syracuse safely.  Rock was at his uncle’s liquor store waiting, as was his aunt, who read me the riot act.  I was relieved until it dawned on me…..How was I going to get back on Sunday?

RECKLESS: Unwanted Guests By Sally Madison

Word: RECKLESS

Words Count: 425

Unwanted Guests

By Sally Madison

 

They had heard the bad news.  The Turks were coming down the valley, with Silesian Ostrava Castle as their next destination.  They would be here by mid-afternoon.  Natalia and Alexandria had only a few more hours to prepare.

 

Alexandria had already instructed Alma in the kitchen beginning the preparation of dolma, baked pastries filled with vegetables, stuffed cabbage pastries, twisted bagels with seeds, baklava, and sesame cookies.  She would go back down to continue the preparations, as soon as the upstairs was staged.  Natalia had moved all the most valuable paintings to the attic and hid them under the floor boards. All the silver and other valuable possessions had been stored in the loft of the barn, beneath the hay.

 

The bedrooms were next. Alexandria had sorted her jewels.  Natalia was sewing the precious ones into the hems of Alexandria’s day dresses.    The bag of black pearls was next, “which dress should I sew the pearls into?” Natalia asked.

 

“The blue day dress,” Alexandria decided.  “I will wear that one upon their arrival. Do what they may, they will not find my precious pearls.”

 

“The garnet and the ruby rings are still in the jewel box. How should we hide them?” We can hide them in the kitchen or attic”, suggested Natalia.

 

“No, that won’t do.  They need to find them.  They will search the wardrobe take the most ornate of the gowns for their mistresses. Put the jewel box with the garnet and ruby rings in the wardrobe under the slippers.  They will search everywhere, but they will stop, if they think they have all the treasure, and end the search.  This needs to be staged correctly. We need to let them find some things,” explained Alexandria,

 

“It’s too bad to have to sacrifice the rings.” Natalia replied, disappointed. “I don’t see what the point is. They will probably kill us, anyway.”

 

“Yes, it is unfortunate, but better to sacrifice the rings, then our lives,” theorized Alexandria.

 

Her grandmother had told her that, over a hundred years ago, during one of the first invasions of the Turks, it was their faith and rosary that had protected them.  Since then, the rosary has been strung of peas, beans, or beads, for everyone in the church. Alexandria tucked the rosary in the folds and waist band of her skirt. She wanted it as close to her heart as possible.  She knew her scheme was reckless, but what were her choices? It was too late to run, and they were too weak to fight. Therefore, we must out smart them.

RECKLESS: Summon the Heroes By Nan Ressue

Word: RECKLESS

Word Count 376

SUMMON THE HEROES

By Nan Ressue

Our thirst for territory in a busy place gave birth to the skyscraper world.  If the horizontal space is absorbed, we shall reach for the vertical.  The resulting forest of building spires created dark canyons and blocked vistas only overcome by the architect’s plethora of windows.

Summon the Navahos, the fearless high steel builders who tread the narrow paths of construction high above the pavement below to complete the soaring window filled designs. All those windows, punished daily with grit laden breezes driven off the ocean and by the exhaust and grime forced aloft by the endless traffic below require endless attention creating a job that is never finished.

Summon the reckless window washers, scaling the sheer walls like insects, washing miles of glass from bottom to top from a dangling platform high above the admiring crowd, waving to the office workers trapped inside, accepting coffee or beer according to the temperature .What could go wrong?

The peace of the day is shattered as Facebook spreads the word. There is a desperate situation in Westside Manhattan as the window washing scaffold has started to swing like a pendulum for some reason.  What in the world could have set it off? Gusts of wind at those heights can be a dangerous surprise.

Summon the firemen with their extension ladders.  911 hurry!   Left…, right,…. Left…, right…, and then a hideous snap as the far cable broke and the workers slide downward toward each other, clinging together as they dangle off the lower end while the platform swings in slow motion agony. Hang on!  Hang on!

The trucks are here thank God.  The firemen back their trucks as close to the building as possible, run to get into position and fearlessly ascend the nearly vertical ladder.  Hurry!  Hurry! The swinging scaffold is finally captured with ropes and the first worker now held in the fireman’s arms. And now the second.

The crowd bursts into applause and cheers of relief, marveling once again that there are those who choose reckless occupations for the good of us all.

“Go back to work”, orders the fire marshal over his bull horn which supersedes every voice.

“Everybody is O.K.”.

 

RECKLESS: Epiphany By Sharon Collins

Word: RECKLESS

Word Count 518

 

Epiphany

By Sharon Collins

The trek back is an agony of pain and dread. Pain from tooth and claw pulses with each step. Dread of First-Wife’s anger when she sees me living still, mounts with every breath. I know she thought to have me dead. Her Judgement will be worse than the one I leave behind. I shiver at the memory of the She-Wolf’s death-throes, clamped in the fangs of the Forest Cat with Mother’s amber eyes. I see the bloody shard in the Headsman’s fingers and touch the wet warmth where he has marked my forehead.   I stumble. Two Watchers walking beside steady me, as the Headsman hurries us at a furious pace. Behind me, four Watchers struggle, dragging the carcass of the enormous beast back to the cave.  It will be my privilege to take her fur.  I will fashion boots and perhaps a cape. There will certainly be hide enough.

The other six Watchers carry, each, a wolf pup. The She-Wolf’s children will be welcomed by the Clan.  Our Wise-Man has spoken with Men of the Ice and has learned that wolf-pups can be trained to help in the hunt.  These six will be tried once they learn to stop snarling and biting.  I do not envy the unlucky Watchers carrying them any more than I envy the unlucky pups that now share my orphan-grief.  Their brindled fur bristles and their yellow eyes glare; they are both brave and foolish…like me.

As we near the mouth of the cave, I hear them.  Riding the wind, unearthly echoes clog my ears and set my teeth on edge. The pups cease squirming and begin to whimper.  They too recognize the anguish of Death-Keening. The Watchers drop them in their rush forward . Too weary and hurt to stand, I sink to the ground beside their dead mother. They clamber over me and nuzzle her.  Foolish girl that I am, I want to sob for their loss despite my survival. Unable to resist further, I give in and close my eyes.

A sunset and sunrise later, I wake to the drumming of Death-Rites and the taste of fish broth spooned by the Headsman’s Second-Wife.  She tells me how it happened, how the Headsman’s First-Wife boasted the night of my Judgement; how she gleefully feasted on roast fowl; how she snapped its bones and sucked the marrow; how a sharp shard lodged in her throat and choked her to death. Unfortunately, Second-Wife also tells the Headsman how I laugh until I cry when I hear this. She tells how I call out to Mother’s Spirit, thanking her for saving me from both She-Wolves.

Too late I realize my mistake. My reckless words curse me. Only the Wise-Man may speak with Spirits and even he may not command them. Shunned and forbidden to return, I am outcast.  Barely healed, wearing my wolf-cape, I retrace my steps to the foot of the rock ledge where Mother’s Spirit fought for my life.  Kneeling in the soft pine needles to bury her Necklace, stolen from the Headsman’s pouch, I feel her amber gaze upon me once again.