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Only two boys from Steeltown have survived. The past has affected their lives. Living and working in a steel mill town is the cause of past and future events in their lives. Salami is unable to settle down to a married life and is too eager to follow the free spirit of his friend Boo. Leaving town seems to be their only way out, an escape. To escape from what or whom? There are those who wish to even up past scores. They are willing to follow to extremes in order to inflict terror and pain on Salami and Boo. To what end is in store for two friends wishing only to escape the confines of working in a steel mill. Will they be able to escape those Steeltown Blues? Quotes: My hopes for the boys were dashed during the reading of the last few pages. I felt hurt and angry when I read about Boo and Salami, boys I enjoyed following page after page. Through the whole book, I felt as if I were travelling and living the excitement and disappointments of life alongside of the boys.
Steeltown captures the tragedies in a steel mill town. Follow the lives of four young friends struggling to overcome the pressures of growing up. Who will survive the perils of innocence? Do accidents become the mysteries of rumours of murder. In a steel town hidden behind the walls of a steel mill, murder is not an accident. Live the lives of four young men as they work their first summer in a steel mill of Steeltown. Times can be good, bad and ugly. You will laugh and cry for the boys. The women of Steeltown are not, innocent bystanders, they are sometimes the cause of man's turmoil. Steeltown will shock you. Quotes: A realistic account of young friendship. For two days of reading, this book flowed like a movie. A-one-of-a-kind novel, I was not disappointed, I could not put it down, wanting to read just a little further. After reading of the tragedies that occurred in Steeltown, I was afraid to seek my first summer job in a local steel plant.
In the rugged bush of Northern Ontario, a small bush plane crashes. On board is a ten-year-old boy and the pilot. In the early 1960's the only one capable of finding the crash site is Hag and his blood hound Wojo. Hag enjoyed the good life of living in the wilderness until events leading up to the crash and the search was hampered by his companion. Wojo has shown signs of rabies. It is too late when Hag discovers that the infected scratch on his arm was from his dog. There in the middle of nowhere a sick man and the boy he finds develop a bond that is stronger then life it self. Survival is the utmost of importance when there is a lifetime of growing up ahead. An adventure bigger than the wilderness of Northern Ontario. Quotes: A powerful story. I was shocked by the ending. As heartfelt as the movie Old Yeller. I cried for the boy, I cried for the dog and I cried for Hag. A great story Idea, it could have really happened especially here in Northern Ontario. This is truly a Canadian story.
The Author retells memories of growing up on Roosevelt Street, between 1956 to 1965. In a steel town in Northern Ontario, Canada, where kids that lived on Roosevelt Street go through their childhood years. Every kid has adventures, fun and excitement when growing up. Follow the kids as they explore their neighbourhood, the wilderness around and them selves. Read what thoughts a kid of the fifties and sixties remembers about events, friends and himself. A story for adults who want to linger back to an innocent age to remember being a kid. Kids of today will get a feeling of how their parents grew up. Quotes: Thinking back now after reading Roosevelt Street, I had a great time growing up. Similar events happened to me. Thanks for rekindling those memories. I had lost touch with my memories of growing up on Roosevelt Street. I cried after reading about myself in those stories. I am sad that I have moved so far away from home. A great simple story. There should be more books of simple innocence.
"The twenty-first century of modern earth no longer exists after global heat scoured the earth and an ice age cultivated what remained. Space evacuees consider earth to be just another useless planet, and having no means of returning, remained exiles. Floating ocean habitats became the arcs for preservation of the human species. Earths magnetic pole shifted and multiplied to eight random locations. Satellites, computers, electronics and the conveniences once considered a necessity no longer exist. Was hate, war, crime, greed and the faults of mankind eliminated by earth’s destruction or laying dormant in the minds of ocean and space survivors? Thousands of years has lapsed, and the earth is in rejuvenation as the ice age retreats to the poles. Descendants of the original ocean inhabitants living on floating habitats emerge to reclaim existence on the land. Though maintaining mental advancement, settlers live a pre-industrial and pre-electronic life style. New world inhabitants venture forth to settled, though unable to populate. Evidence of prehistoric twenty-first century existence of mankind lays buried in the tilled landscape of receding glaciers. A new existence of mankind upon the earth may have a new beginning."--
Cuthburt, Duke of Wales will stop at nothing to sustain his placement and status in the Royal court and will vengefully dispose of Baptist who has assaulted the Duchess of Scott. Across continents of the eighteen-sixties and the cultures of British aristocrats and the uncivilized west of Canada, Cuthburt will demand retribution. Cuthburt alone will demand that only a true bloodline exists and that his son, Duke Winston, and Duchess of Scott produce a child to carry on the royal lineage. Baptist, a trapper, is thrown into a mix of deceit and revenge, yet holds true to his easy-going nature and ability to foil a nemesis who tries to rule all beneath his Royal position. Cuthburt shall fail.
History is filled with stories of the average, the heroic, and with historical facts believed to be true, depending on which side of the battle is favoured by individuals. Not only were human participants there by choice or by conscription, there were animals conscripted to assist their human benefactors. arm animals gave of themselves as substance to nourish the armed forces. orses were well imbedded as labour and their stories have been well documented. f given a choice would they believe in a cause and volunteer? What about the common pigeon, the birds of flight that delivered messages across the battle fields. or every successful messenger there were countless ones that fell under the barrage of enemy fire. ho protected the messenger pigeons? Meet Dodger, a breed of pigeon adept at tumbling, rolling, and the majestic art of aerial displays for entertainment. umblers were not messengers or racers, yet they held their part in the protection of messengers, acting as rescuers, and diversions to protect the messengers from harm. Meet, Johnathon 'Dodger' Wentworth-Tumbler, a First World War Rescue Pigeon.-- cProvided by publisher.
"A collection of short stories, presenting the fragmentation of life, the adventures, drama, comedy presented in life of people and creatures of the world. All aspects of emotions presented for study and enjoyment."--
I had walked out of the bush an old man. How Old, I did not know? The years had passed without the need to celebrate the remembrance of a birth date. There was something familiar about the place I stood. Slowly, faint memories recalled past moments of my life. As a young man, I had walked across this field many times. I noticed a man rocking lazily on an open porch across the field. I know the man approaching; there is a twinkle in his eye. We pause and stop, our eyes studying each and every feature of the other. He is familiar; I search my memory for names to place with the face before me. ""Thomas?"" ""Yes, I am Thomas Chapais."" ""Thomas I am Nicolas."" Two old men stood there dumb-founded with nothing to say but to repeat each other's name with favour, contempt, anger, sadness and an undying love that only kinship knows. Without an embrace, nor a handshake we bonded as brothers need to. Our eyes were reluctant to gaze away for fear of the image disappearing.
Soaring freely on wings of silky canvas fabric, a colourful kite is barely seen against a clear blue sky. Higher than any of the other kites, twenty assorted kites jostled for manoeuverability. Higher above them floated a sky flyer, its fabric skin taunt against a warm updraft and wind. Stressed to the breaking point, the tethered line held fast to the kite's structural frame. Lazy dog day afternoons are meant for relaxing, and will be recalled in declining years of age. The Sky Flyer waved its long tail of spinning fan blades. Competing kids unreeled in line, in hopes of matching the sky flyer's height. Eyes fixated on the height of the sky flyer. Kids cheered, and town's folk paused, all awed with delight. Some wished that their childhood could have been as adventurous and playful. This September of Nineteen-Ten Is a momentous day. Quote: Boy, kids had fun back in the olden days. Modern kids are missing out on life. At sixty, I want to go fly a kite!