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Self-Assessment of Understanding of Cultural Diversity Issues”
Sunday, January 15, 2017 to Wednesday, January 25, 2017
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- By: Key Burns
- Wednesday, January 25, 2017, 1:47:00 PM
- updated: Wednesday, January 25, 2017 1:54:00 PM
The One Legged Snake
Sunday, August 15, 1954
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The One Legged Snake© Written By: Dewayne Knott I suppose it was the heat of the humid August day that started it all. Tom Trueblood and I were tossing rocks on the roof of the Boxholm School bus barn out behind our house and watching them roll down the corrugated roof. Don’t ask me why this activity was one of the favorite things to do on a summer day…it just was. Perhaps it was because it was too hot to walk do ...continued...
- By: Dewayne Knott
- Tuesday, November 29, 2011, 10:18:00 PM
- updated: Friday, March 23, 2012 2:49:00 PM
From then to Now
Thursday, February 19, 2015 to Sunday, March 01, 2015
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As a child, I lived in a poor neighborhood but I always wanted to help others even when I was unable to help myself. I grew up with an innate desire to one day to be able to help others to be all they could be in society. In the course of my teen years I made some mistakes that later I counts as blessings. I became a teenage mother who dropped out of school and married. My marriage was not successful so I got a divorce. I wind up working in textiles to support my children. One thing remained constant over the course of my life was the fact I never lost the desire to help others. To fast for ...continued...
- By: Annie Brown
- Sunday, March 01, 2015, 7:54:00 PM
- updated: Sunday, March 01, 2015 8:41:00 PM
The Scent of Memories by Karen Goodson
Wednesday, March 23, 1955 to Tuesday, March 23, 1965
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It must have been the wet rainy day that drove me to my cleaning frenzy. “Time to clean out the closets”, I thought to myself. After all, the holidays are quickly approaching and the house will be full of out of town guests! Little did I know that my cluttered closets would open the doors to so many memories tucked away. Amidst the boxes of papers and old framed pictures was a box of various trinkets, cards and perfumes from my mother. Sighing, I remembered this would be the ninth winter without her. I picked up the nearly dried ...continued...
- By: Karen Goodson
- Friday, February 10, 2012, 7:49:00 PM
- updated: Saturday, February 11, 2012 10:52:00 AM
family
Thursday, January 15, 2015 to Sunday, January 25, 2015
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Hello, my name is Daina, but hey im gonna talk about my self/mylife :) I am a 16 year old teenager who has lots of drama, excitement, respect in her life or well needs to have some respect for others and from others, I guess. I was born in 1998, I was born with a dent in my chest. My father is a man who left me when i was only 9 months old. I live with my mother, step-dad, my 4 siblings but i got more siblings than that. The siblings i live with is younger than me, I have 5 siblings who dont live with me, 3 of them are out of school, graduated. My actual sister has been living with ...continued...
- By: Anonymous
- Sunday, January 25, 2015, 7:31:00 PM
- updated: Monday, January 26, 2015 8:42:00 PM
How I became Dublin English
Wednesday, October 01, 1975 to Tuesday, October 01, 1985
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I was born in London in 1952 to Irish born parents. They both came from Monkstown, a pretty village on Cork harbour about eight miles from Cork city. It was here that I spent my first twenty summers. This wonderful experience caused me to view Ireland through rose-tinted glasses for ever more. Before the opening of Cork airport, in 1961, our annual pilgrimage started on a train from Paddington Station, in London. It took us to Fishguard, a port on the Welsh coast. Then we boarded the Innisfallen ferry, which passed Monkstown on its way up the river Lee to the docks in Cork city. The first p ...continued...
- By: Daniel M Doyle
- Monday, August 11, 2014, 5:49:00 PM
- updated: Thursday, October 15, 2015 6:48:00 AM
WHEN THEY ARE GONE by Karen Goodson
Wednesday, March 23, 1955 to Saturday, February 11, 2012
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My life is consumed with the care and feeding of an older generation. It is my love and my passion. Only recently did it hit me how great the loss will be when the “Silent” generation is gone and the “Boomers” take on the role of the Old and Wise. I wonder if my generation will be able to carry on, to follow in the foot steps of a generation that blindly followed their leaders into war for love of their great country, a generation that produced ideas like the North Platte Nebraska Canteen. The Canteen was a stop ...continued...
- By: Karen Goodson
- Friday, February 10, 2012, 7:49:00 PM
- updated: Saturday, February 11, 2012 10:54:00 AM
Cultural Event
Monday, April 03, 2017 to Thursday, April 13, 2017
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For my cultural event I went to an event called Feed My Starving Children in Libertyville, Illionois. I attended this event on Tuesday April 11th. Feed My Starving Children was a cultural event that felt like a great fit. I volunteered and had a chance to learn about different cultures and what their struggle was like in terms of children lacking food sources. We first walked into the building where we were greeted and told to sign in, grab a hair net and gloves, and to take a seat. Once everyone was seated there was a speaker who greeted us. There was a large amount of volunteeers th ...continued...
- By: Ellen Morrell
- Saturday, February 04, 2017, 12:48:00 PM
- updated: Thursday, April 13, 2017 9:24:00 PM
Slice of Memory
Monday, July 01, 1996 to Saturday, July 01, 2006
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I'm disabled and live on a low monthly fixed income!Life has never been easy for me as it still isn't!I do the best i can with what little i have!In 2006 was the worst year of my life because i was thrown from the back of a truck and in the hospital for 3 months in a coma with several broke bones,punctured lungs,heart stopped twice,given 6 pints of blood,lip was ripped off and jaw crushed,i had to have reconstruction of my face!I had to learn to eat,walk,and talk again.Leaving the hospital i asked where my youngest brother was and was told that he was locked up facing a death penalty for murde ...continued...
- By: Lisa McCullough
- Saturday, July 16, 2016, 2:09:00 PM
- updated: Sunday, July 24, 2016 4:58:00 PM
A Donegal Encounter
Wednesday, October 01, 1975 to Tuesday, October 01, 1985
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Fact can often appear to be well written fiction. How many times have we heard the expression “You couldn’t make this stuff up.” A few years ago I experienced one of these wonderful moments. It occurred in “Iggy’s” pub in Kincasslagh, on the west coast of Donegal. This remote place has two famous sons, Daniel O’Donnell (a very popular country and western crooner) and Packie Bonner (a famous and long serving Irish International soccer player). This is a beautiful and magical part of the world. The road to Kincasslagh is narrow and undulating. This ...continued...
- By: Daniel M Doyle
- Monday, August 11, 2014, 5:49:00 PM
- updated: Thursday, October 15, 2015 5:53:00 AM
Formal Break Up
Thursday, February 01, 2018 to Wednesday, February 28, 2018
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Thanks for reading my story... Here I am again continuing about my story... After the we try to get back our relationship there is so many changes... I dont trust him anymore and there is always a doubt when it comes to him... After that I tried to be a good lover to him but it our relationship didn't work anymore... I decided to break up on him... How many days I feel so missing him, but I continue forgeting the things that we use to do... I'm very thankful to the music that I want listen and because of that music i learn to let go everything about him... But when we see each other he ...continued...
- By: Anonymous
- Saturday, January 06, 2018, 11:49:00 AM
- updated: Tuesday, April 03, 2018 5:30:00 PM
Smells and Mesh Bags
Tuesday, April 15, 2014
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Our 42 hour confinement to our tents was ended today as the storm eased up enough for us to continue north. Our drift over the storm took us further west than we wanted to the 129th Longitude. We ran into many open leads and had to wait until the ice moved back together allowing us to cross. It was incredible to witness and very scary to cross. We gained about 5 miles north today but our progress was halted by thin ice. We made camp and will wait till morning to try and cross. Needless to say that in the north polar icecap there is very little to smell. No plants and so few animals a person ...continued...
- By: Mark Andresen
- Monday, March 24, 2014, 11:06:00 PM
- updated: Wednesday, April 23, 2014 11:17:00 PM
Free speech is alive and well and living in Grogan’s
Wednesday, October 05, 2016 to Saturday, October 15, 2016
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Grogan’s Castle Lounge is located on South William Street. This is not a wide street but from its pavement grand stonework steps lead up to the magnificent eighteenth-century Powerscourt House. A few yards further down this street, on the other side of it, stands Grogan’s. It was Saturday evening at around 6pm when I entered this fine establishment. This was twilight time – the crossover between the business of the day and the night. The space was shared by shoppers and regular drinkers. The shoppers were rewarding themselves after a hard day’s procurement. Many were ...continued...
- By: Daniel M Doyle
- Monday, August 11, 2014, 5:49:00 PM
- updated: Saturday, October 15, 2016 10:11:00 AM
Walk The Past Years And Years To Come...
Wednesday, June 17, 1970 to Wednesday, December 17, 1980
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I always think about my past, and what my past brought me that woud trap me up inside, surround and remind me of fear, disappointments, and hopelessness. Once it would help me with struggles so many things I done. Like the song said to me, “There’s always tomorrow..,” but the past was monopolizing my present today. So what do I do with all that baggage inside of me? How did I sort it all out? I know that my troubles and lack of resolution with my past affects important relationships. The peopl ...continued...
- By: Joseph J. Pacheco
- Wednesday, April 18, 2012, 10:35:00 PM
- updated: Friday, May 17, 2013 11:42:00 PM
A turn for the worse...
Friday, November 01, 1974 to Thursday, November 01, 1984
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My entire world changed, days before my eighth birthday. The years of pain and stress had taken its toll on my guardian angel. I awoke one morning to find her out of sorts. Something major was happening to her health. The last I remember of this time was trying to talk to her, but she had gone deaf. I watched her intently as she sat in front of her dressing table getting ready to go to the doctor. Little did I know that this would be the last time my guardian angel would be with me. My mother suffered a stroke, and was left paralysed the ...continued...
- By: Anonymous
- Sunday, November 30, 2014, 1:56:00 PM
- updated: Sunday, November 30, 2014 2:38:00 PM