Hi Yasna, It 's Samantha, the associate you interviewed Friday for sales lead. Sorry for the extremely late email, this is the first chance I 've gotten to write you. Today I went by Children 's Place at Eastridge, and spoke with Diana. You had asked me to see what I noticed that was different from Eastridge and Valley Fair, and the first thing that I noticed when I walked in was how much smaller the store is compared to Valley Fair. I also noticed how there is less traffic coming through at Eastridge then there is at Valley fair.
On May 4th, 2016, at approximately 9:30 p.m., I, Deputy Kyle Masters was dispatched to 16550 Ozark Trail in reference to a domestic. Upon arrival I made contact with Kathy Cook and Samuel Washington. Both subjects stated that they were involved in an argument. Both subjects stated that they wanted to leave the residence and go stay somewhere else for the night. Kathy and Samuel began arguing over who was going to take the dogs with them.
Last year I played basketball for the Bath team and Red Cedar team. In my last game I had 24 points, over 10 rebounds, and 5 blocks. After the game the opposing coach came up to me and asked if I wanted to join an AAU team and at the time I didn’t know what that was. He gave me his number and I learned that AAU was a league for really good basketball players.
Every year I enjoy vacationing in the Great Smoky Mountains. The Great Smoky Mountains, truly are God’s country, with the vast mountain ranges, luscious landscapes, and hypnotizing fresh water streams. I enjoy hiking through the popular trails throughout the Great Smoky Mountains. The Smoky Mountains are covered with hundreds of different trees, but the tallest tree in the Smoky Mountains is the Great Tulip tree. The Great Tulip tree is the tallest of the trees, reaching nearly two hundred feet tall.
Performance Analysis of “Appalachian Journey” An analysis of the documentary “Appalachian Journey” by Alan Lomax proves that the musical performances featured are examples of traditional music. The songs performed used traditional music instruments and styles. Many songs were passed down through oral tradition, and many were stories of real events. The people of the appalachian mountains used banjo’s, guitars, and fiddles while singing throughout the documentary, including hand carved instruments and sound making toys.
I am a pioneer! My pioneer story isn’t your average Latter Day Saint pioneer story, as far as historical LDS stories go! I was raised by goodly parents, I was born and raised in Spokane Washington. I am the youngest of three children born to Jim and Shannon Newell. My brother James is the oldest and four years older than myself.
Explanatory Essay When I was 14 years old I was hiking with my friends on Highland Ave. We were hiking and saw an abandoned hospital that looked very interesting. So we went in the hospital just because it looked cool and it gave us a sudden urge to go explore.
My crew and I had picked a trek we were going on, and then we trained. I trained for four to five months before the hike. My dad and I 5 other scouts were doing the trek which would go to Baldy Mt. and The Tooth of Time. Once we finished training, we got on a bus with three other crews and we embarked on a trip of a lifetime. Along the way we stopped in New Orleans, The Alamo, The Davis-Monthan Air Force Boneyard, and The Grand Canyon these were just some of the stops.
Dad was making his patented breakfast and in a pretty good mood. He had used a large butcher knife to slice mounds of potatoes into little squares, then fried them in boiling lard in a cast iron skillet. Two additional cast iron fry pans were filled with scrambled eggs and a fourth pan filled the kitchen with the heavenly aroma of bacon frying. There were several baking sheets of his invention, cinnamon rolls made from Bisquick dough with sugar added, rolled thin, spread with a thick coating of butter, pounds of homemade strawberry jam, raisins, more sugar and lots of cinnamon. He rolled up the whole thing and cut slices an inch thick, then placed them on a cookie sheet to bake.
As our life demands more and more of our time, it is important that we find a place that we can go to unplug and become one with nature. Although there are many places to go to unwind, nothing quite compares to a park. When you hear the word “park” you might think of swings and children playing on the merry-go-round. However, what I am referring to is the park in the more natural sense; a State Park. Of the many I have visited in Florida; Fort Clinch is by far my favorite.
After years of waiting and preparing we started on the journey to the west. We made our way to Independence, Missouri to go on the Oregon Trail which was laid by traders and trapers. While there I became familiar with George Wilson who was also a working family man. A lot of families left together making the trail busy and causing jams..
For the past twenty-five years my close friend has attempted to enlighten me to the teachings of her ancestor's each time I questioned her reactions to such things as death, disaster, injustice, and also to her seemingly insane determination in the face of sure defeat. As she gently explained, the sound of her word's went into my ears. I comprehended what she was saying, however I didn't really understand until I was browsing through some pictures on the internet using a key phrase I had heard her say so many times; The Trail of Tears. A particular image caught my eye and as I looked at it, the flat words she had said to me began to come to life. Each word with it's own shape and rhythm began to come alive and together poured out to me a beautiful
So after our visit to Cedar Lake we set off on our way to the badlands. Now this isn't going to be like the kind of story where i talk about our amazing time their and skip all the driving. This is about the trip their and the many of complications but many of miracles. Our trip to the badlands is one of the most inspirational parts of this entire book. Their are many of places and times when God really reveales himself to us and shows us his great mercy.
Ever since I acquired my first bysicle at the age of six, I was certain that biking would forever be my favorite pastime. I felt like I could go on my bike for an eternity and never become fatigued. If I were to ever get lost, my supreme navigational skills would place me back on the right track, or so I thought. My belief was soon to be challenged Fresh out of my junior year of high school, summer was in full swing. Only having my phone and a bottle of water, I hit the streets.
In the woods, we explored deer trails that made their way to the very back to a beautiful creek that ran through the thicket. There were small waterfalls flowing down and a water hole we would jump in for fun. The only downside were the
