Thursday, June 7, 2012

My Heart for Honduras

Hi!
This is Mae.

me with Nenxy's packet in April
Recently I got a letter from the Facilitator of the Compassion student center my Compassion child, Nenxy attends. There were some very difficult things in the letter. The area where Nenxy lives is greatly influenced by gangs, drugs, crime, and high unemployment. As a result, there are high malnutrition rates and other health problems. Compassion has come to strengthen the children and their families and to let them know that there is an answer for their basic needs and that there is a God who loves them and can help them get out of their situation.

Today I am a guest writer on my mom's blog.  You can read the rest here.

Monday, February 13, 2012

Fun problem solving by Mae

Several weeks ago a favorite shirt of mine was stained. I was sad at the time but after a while, realized that I didn't have to throw it away. The stains were in such a place that I couldn't cover them with a sweater but on a purse I could cover them with a pocket.
So as you can see, I turned the shirt into a purse. I stitched a seam across the bottom of the shirt to make the main part of the bag. I then used some denim that I had as well as a ruffle and a bow from the shirt to make a big pocket on the front of the shirt.
That is the pocket up close I was so excited that it covered all the stains so well and looked so cute at the same time:).
I made a shoulder strap with some more of the denim and another bow from the shirt.
The purse had a tendency to fall open (most of my homemade purses do for some reason when I figure out why I will be very excited) so I made a simple closure with a button and another piece of denim.

I prefer round bags over square ones so I just stiched across the corners on the inside of the bag
And viola! A nicely rounded bag with no visible stains!

Friday, January 13, 2012

book review-cricket in times square

I loved this book and think that it would be a grat read a-loud. It has no skary parts, and would be a grat

night-time read.

Faith

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

chica recumends

a book that i read is Trumpet of the swans, it is a good book that I recumend for 2nd-4th grades

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Review of The Trumpeter of Krakow by Eric Kelly

The Polish history is a very interesting one. That is why Eric Kelly author of The Trumpeter of Krakow chooses to write about it. He loves the culture and history of medieval Poland. The story The Trumpeter of Krakow is partly true. One day in the thirteenth century a boy really did fulfilling his oath to sound the Heynal four times every hour. He was shot in the chest by an invading Tartar and never finished the hymn. To this day trumpeters in The Church of our Lady Mary stop the heynal at the broken note.

Friday, March 18, 2011

IEW story

                                                        Doing the Wrong Job
                                                             By, Mae

     Sox the horse had served his master faithfully and willingly since the time he was
trained. He pulled the cumbersome plow he gave the children pony rides and pulled the
wagon to market too. Sox, who was a hardworking and honest horse, loved his master dearly and because of that he wanted to do more and more for him.

     On Sunday, Sox took the family to church in the shiny, black buggy. After church he was turned out into the pasture to rest while the family ate lunch. But Sox  was never satisfied resting he wanted to keep working and helping.

     One Sunday Sox saw some crows in the garden and thought it was up to him  to help drive them out when the family wasn’t there to. He quickly jumped over the fence around the garden and galloped this way and that through the garden and the crows disappeared. “I’ve done the master a good service and have been a big help.” Sox said. But when he looked down Sox was terribly ashamed, while he had been chasing the crows away all the vegetable plants which were very tender because they had just sprouted had been trampled. The garden was ruined because of him. Instead of being pleased the master would be angry.

     When the farmer saw what had happened while he had been inside he was angry. But nobody could be very angry with Sox for long. “Never undertake a task for which you aren’t fitted and then only do a task if you are told to” the farmer said to Sox. Sox took this lesson very seriously. “I was the right horse,” he said to himself. “But I was doing the wrong job.”

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Botany composition

                                               A Bristlecone Pine Named Methuselah

     Once upon a time a tiny seed lay on the dry earth. The seed was watching an old man build something he had never seen before and it was almost finished, right now the man was spreading pitch all over it. Then, an old woman came to the door of a nearby house and called the man, he went in and did not come out again that day. The sun went down and the moon came out followed one by one by the stars.
     In the morning the seed saw a wonderful sight: animals of every shape and size walking into the enormous thing the seed would find out was called an ark. As soon as all the animals were in, the old man whose name was Noah, along with his wife and three sons Shem, Ham and Japheth and their wives entered the ark. Suddenly, though no one was pushing it the door to the ark closed. Everything was still, absolutely still, then without warning, the earth cracked open and water poured out of it. Water poured from the sky too and great waves crashed everywhere. Waves pounded on top of the seed and he found himself floating in tons of water. All this lasted 40 days and 40 nights. During this time, the seed began to drift toward the bottom of the great body of water that covered the whole earth and as he was in the water he began to soak up more and more and get bigger and bigger because of it. By the time he reached the bottom the 40 days and nights were well over and the earth was starting to dry. After the seed reached the bottom he began to feel a tickly sensation in the side resting on the ground. Then, roots started to emerge and grow and a tiny seedling poked its head out of the earth. That seedling grew to be a bristlecone pine named “Methuselah” and that pine is now 4,700 years old.
                      THE END