The Ivanhoe reservoir in In Los Angeles is actually a part of the Silver Lake reservoirs. The Ivanhoe reservoir is separated from Silver Lake by a spillway. The lower lake was named after the 1906 Water Board Commissioner at the time, Herman Silver, and the upper bay was named after the Sir Walter Scott Novel, Ivan hoe. Both of the…
Annie sighed. I seem to be doing a lot of that lately, she thought. “What do you want to do?” Arthur’s voice interrupted her thoughts. She sighed again. Annie knew she had to go after the kids, at least make sure they were doing alright. They looked healthy enough. Yet, it was the right thing to do. “Guess we got…
Annie heard screaming. It was her voice. She was sitting on the floor screaming. Strong arms were holding her, a man’s voice murmuring something. Annie thought how nice it was to be held in arms that made you feel safe. Safe. What a minute, Annie jump up breaking the connection she had felt with the arms. “What are you trying…
Good Thursday to you all. It occurred to me as I share pictures and stuff that there needs to be respect for the Copyright. Many of the things I do share on this blog, on my Facebook page, through emails, twitter, etc.,are pictures and jokes that have been shared so much and have been around so long that it is impossible to…
She looked at the old man. For some reason she no longer thought he smelled or was judging her. She could see that he wasn’t even here sitting on a cold aluminum bench in a bust top shelter. NO he was in a hospital somewhere seeing his Eloise with a handful of medals. Hey wait a minute he said he…
She thought that maybe the old man had fallen asleep as his eyes were closed and he was so still. Dang. She was kinda getting into his story. At the very least it was a good way to pass the time waiting on the bus. “Hey Old man” she said. “You fall asleep or what?” “Frank.” He said . “What?”…
The following story has a little bit of history with me. Many many years ago, I went by a bus stop and sitting on the the bench there was an old man. He looked sad and lonely.He looked like he had a story to tell and no one to hear it. So , I made a story for him. The…
Claudia could not believe it. She tried to pull her leg from the mud. It did not come out. Again she tried. It was no use. Claudia was stuck. She needed something to help pull her out. She looked for her stick. When she jumped over the stream she had tossed the stick. It now lay out of…
She stepped out of the trees and into the meadow. The grass was tall and dry, the rain had finally stopped and for that Claudia was grateful. It was impossible to tell what time of day it was though as the clouds still covered the sky, but she felt has if she had walked most of the day. Earlier she…
Claudia wrapped the bearskin tighter around her. The nights were getting much colder the farther north she traveled. She should make a fire but was much too tired. She had traveled a long distance today. Longer than any other day, and she felt it in every muscle she owned. Yawning, she laid down upon the cave floor. She was…
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