The warmth and friendliness of that huge room reached out and enfolded Annie in a soft embrace. Here was comfort and love, security from wind and weather. And her father was home. Everything took on a different color for Annie when her father was home. Margaret Friskey
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Guiding the Team
Jansci was all eyes and ears now. Soon the wagon was rattling on the cobbled street. Father told him where to stop and, after the horses were hitched to a post, said, “Well done, boy!” This made Jansci feel still better. Praises from Father were few and far between, but they were all the more…… Continue reading Guiding the Team
The Best Storyteller
Johanna’s father was a tall handsome man with a stern air and aloof ways, but his children knew that beneath this exterior he was full of sudden tenderness and secret kindness. They were proud of the appearance he made, stately in his tall hat and well pressed coat. They loved to listen to him telling…… Continue reading The Best Storyteller
Seeing Father’s Work
Father and son, hand in hand, picked their way firmly over the cobbles and disappeared as they turned into the crowded Fleet Street. The boy tightened the grip of his fat little hand on his father’s. Sam longed to ask him a dozen questions, but held his tongue in case he missed anything. Before he…… Continue reading Seeing Father’s Work
The Children’s Hour
BY HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Between the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day’s occupations, That is known as the Children’s Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and…… Continue reading The Children’s Hour
A Happy Supper with Father Home
The door opened. Father Rämi came into the room. “Vaterli! A surprise! There is a surprise coming!” Anton darted to his father and took the wooden milk pail he carried. “Ho, there, little Sparrow!” Father Rämi ruffled up the boy’s yellow curls as he spoke. “Have you eaten all my supper, to surprise my hungry…… Continue reading A Happy Supper with Father Home
Papa’s Strength
Her Papa was the strongest man at Versailles. With one arm, he could lift a page sitting on the end of a spade. This was because he took after his mighty Saxon grandfather. Also, he worked every morning at his forge in the attic, making locks, and other things from iron, copper, and bronze. He…… Continue reading Papa’s Strength
With Father in the Country
Although my great-grandfather, in the portrait, had the same fine-shaped head as my father, and the slightly Roman nose of the Tanns, he did not have my father’s kind eyes. After my brief visit to the library and the family portraits, I went on down the hall. When I reached the door of my father’s…… Continue reading With Father in the Country
Silence (excerpt)
BY THOMAS TRAHERNE A quiet Silent Person may possess All that is Great or High in Blessedness. A man, that seemeth Idle to the view Of others, may the Greatest Business do. Those Acts which Adam in his Innocence Performed, carry all the Excellence. To see, Approve, take Pleasure, and rejoyce Within is better than…… Continue reading Silence (excerpt)