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October 18th Pumpkin Painting

Join us at the Little Falls Public Library for our “Pumpkin Painting” program. This fun program is free, and for kids and young adults. Please sign up prior to the event if you plan to attend. Sign up sheets are available in the library, on the bulletin board by the children’s section! Space is limited, so make sure you get your spot in time for the event.

Halloween Party

October 27th Halloween Party!

Join us at the Little Falls Public Library for our “Halloween Party” event. This fun program is free, snacks and activities for all ages. Please sign up prior to the event if you plan to attend. Sign up sheets are available in the library, on the bulletin board by the children’s section! Space is limited, so make sure you get your spot in time for the event.

LEGO HOUR

October 25th LEGO Hour

Join us at the Little Falls Public Library for our return of the “LEGO Hour” program. This fun program is free, and for kids and young adults. Please sign up prior to the event if you plan to attend. Sign up sheets are available in the library, on the bulletin board by the children’s section! Space is limited, so make sure you get your spot in time for the event.

HELP: Not So Modest Proposal By Nan Ressue

Word: HELP
Word Count 496
Not So Modest Proposal
By Nan Ressue
“Hey Joe! What’s up with you Man?”
“Well, I just heard a great idea …
“Are you going to get around to telling me or are you just going to dance around and avoid it?”
“Just promise me that you will hear me out before you give me your opinion, O.K.?”
“O.K. deal,” Walt agreed.
“I heard on the news yesterday that some of the schools out west are going to a four day week. You can bet that the goal was to save money
Oh, that sounds like Heaven…I could sleep in until noon.”
“Now here is the exciting part. We could have that fifth free day as Enrichment Days, he said, his face flushed and his eyes twinkling with excitement. Wouldn’t it be great to have time to try some things that you don’t have time for now?
“Well like what?”
There would be time for field trips, creative writing, and maybe a debate team. The school hasn’t had a newspaper for a long time. Maybe some students would be interested in journalism. How would you like to try a different musical instrument? Have you ever thought about being in a jazz or rock group or maybe form a dance troupe? How about theater?
The city has two pools. There could be water polo or synchronized swimming.
How about learning individual lifetime sports like golf, tennis, and bowling? Could different sports like rugby or cricket be introduced? Maybe a chance to try out a different sport already in progress. I know there is interest in robotics. Maybe somebody would help us with that.
I’m beginning to like this Joe.
You know we could switch things around so the girls could have shop or learn to use heavy equipment and the boys could sew and experiment in the kitchen. Maybe kids in academics could try some trades like carpentry, electricity, stained glass or modify engines from junk cars
“I can tell you’ve been thinking, that’s for sure”, said his friend, slapping him on the back.
Wouldn’t it be great if there was time for upper classmen to shadow different occupations before they had to make any decisions? It might lead to internships you know.
The programs for Enrichments Days would have to be designed by parents, teachers, students and community facilitators found who would contribute instruction in skills in which students have shown an interest. We definitely would need a coordinator.
Maybe summer school could be based on interesting learning rather than being a dreaded place for students who have failed. Friday could be extra help day for kids who were having trouble.
Think of it Walt…A day every week to do something new with other people who are interested in learning from teachers who want you to know what they know. Enrichment Days could make our school district one of the best in New York State.
“I don’t know Joe. Do you think it could start at noon so I could still sleep in?”

HELP: Perfect Harmony: One Of The Lucky Ones By Josh McMullen

Word: HELP
Word Count 499
Perfect Harmony: One Of The Lucky Ones
By Josh McMullen

Elodie tore open the letter from Syracuse with such gusto that it became confetti in seconds. She immediately noticed the first sentences: We enjoyed your well-put-together performance. You should be proud of your commitment so far to the piano.
She searched every letter embossed on the stationery thoroughly, looking for any semblance of a “but” or “however”. Elodie looked it over three times in this manner, and finding no mentions of either of those words, she was finally able to cry out in a triumphant scream. She could now consider herself one of the lucky ones.
Elodie seemed to defy gravity as she leaped into Leo’s arms and buried her head almost completely into his chest. He caught her as she floated down, cupping his hands around her waist like a prima ballerina and helped bring her back down to earth. “I did it,” she said, as joyful tears filled her eyes. “I got in. I’m going to SU.”
All Leo could do was smile as tears stained his sweatshirt. Those arms that could swing an aluminum bat as effortlessly as a toothpick now fully engulfed a sobbing Elodie as the prospect of hawing her dream fulfilled finally hit her. Then, he noticed the letter from the Diamond Dawgs…addressed to Elodie. “Hey, you got a letter from Little Falls, too.” he said quietly, but just as confusedly.
“Can you read it?” Elodie asked, trying and failing to wipe away joyful tears. “Why would they be sending me a letter? You’re the one they want, aren’t you?”
Leo tore open the envelope and eased the letter out. His eyes oscillated across the pages several times. One sentence permeated the rest: We hope you will join us this summer as a member of one of the greatest staffs in the league. Leo gave Elodie the letter, partially confused, but mostly dumbfounded with joy. They wanted her to come and work with the team. In what capacity, he wasn’t sure, but somehow they had seen something special in her. When she read the letter, her smile escalated by about a hundred watts.
“D-does this mean…what I think it means?” Elodie said quietly.
“Yeah,” Leo said. “They want you to come out and be a part of the staff. I talked to someone in the front office during the game. I told her how talented you were and what you were going to do once you got out of school. She told me she wanted you to come and help out this summer and come out with me. They’ll figure out all the bells and whistles if you accept.”
Elodie stood there, absolutely shell-shocked. She was wondering how she was going to manage without Leo for the entire summer; now she didn’t have to. The tears surged down her face anew, her joy hardly contained and her heart soaring. She jumped right into Leo’s arms again, overjoyed by what her boyfriend had done for her.
She truly was one of the lucky ones.

HELP: Christened by St. Michel By Sally Madison

Word: Help
Words: 500
Christened by St. Michel
By Sally Madison

Carrying an empty basket down the rocky path from the abbey on her way to retrieve supplies, Elizabeth paused to sit and pray for a moment in St Peter’s garden. Usually she ignored the seagulls that live on the island, but not today. One of St. Michel’s sea gulls flew low over head, released and “christened” her. “Yuck!” she cried, as she looked at her worn dress, and assessed the extent of the damage of the white and black liquid discharge, all over her. ‘Dirt from hard work was one thing, but this was disgusting.’

She grabbed her basket and hurried down to the bay to clean her self, nearly tripping over a well-dress man, who was climbing up the rocky path to the abbey. He looked familiar, but it didn’t occur to her why.

At the lonely beach, Elizabeth threw her basket down quickly, as she ran into the surf and began splashing water onto her only dress. Sensing a presence, she quickly raised her head to see an elderly woman watching her. Elizabeth presumed she was a pilgrim who was resting on a rock near-by, holding her walking crook. Seeing Elizabeth’s distress, the sage called and motioned to her. “Come here, child,” encouraged the woman, “let me help you.”

Apprehensive, Elizabeth studied the stranger. She was the oldest woman Elizabeth had ever seen. Her dark weather-beaten face was as wrinkled as a dry withered apple; her nose was long and crooked; her long dark dress and cloak were faded and tattered; her back was bent with great age. Elizabeth hesitated, but the woman’s companionate smile replaced trepidation with trust.

“Your hair is soiled, my child, as well as your dress,” the elderly woman commented. “Come, lay in the water here, submerge yourself and I will help remove those gull droppings from your hair.” Elizabeth accepted her help and lowered herself on her knees, and then she turned on to her back in the water, so the woman could reach her hair. The woman worked her gnarled fingers through Elizabeth’s long tangled tresses and messaged her scalp. It was so comforting and relaxing that her body became almost limp, floating under the gentle pressure, as if she were under a spell. “It is said, that St. Michael’s sea gulls bless those who have a special purpose in their lives. You have been chosen by St. Michel,” she whispered in Elizabeth’s ear. “But, to serve this great purpose, you must leave the island to fulfill it.”

“HaaMmmm,” Elizabeth acknowledged, without words.

The soothing motion on her head subsided. Elizabeth sat up with a start, “It was Voltaire!” She remembering the man on the path was, and why he looked familiar. Then, again in a moment of realization, “If I recognized Voltaire, then my memory must be returning.” She turned to thank the elderly woman, but there was no one there. She was alone on the beach, with her basket, with only sound was the ocean waves, lapping against the rock.