Beatrix Potter
born 6th July ...

Born 27th June 1850

Lafcadio Hearn

born 26th June 1892

Pearl S. Buck

1903
George Orwell born 25th June 1903


George Orwell

John Hersey, the son of US missionary parents, was born in China on 17th June, 1914. After graduating from Yale University he became correspondent in the Far East for Time Magazine.

During the Second World War Hersey also wrote for Life magazine and the New Yorker. He accompanied the US Army in the invasion of Sicily and Italy. Hersey used some of the information he gathered as a war journalist for his best-selling novel A Bell for Adano (1944). The book won the Pulitzer Prize in 1945.

In 1944 Hersey covered the war in the Pacific and his many articles included one detailing the heroism of Lieutenant John F Kennedy when his Motor Torpedo Boat was sunk close to the Soloman Islands.

Hersey was one of the first western journalists to arrive in Hiroshima after the atom bomb explosion on 6th August 1945. Commission by the New Yorker to write a series of articles on the effects of a nuclear explosion, he decided to focus on the experiences of six people who had been in the city: two doctors, a Protestant minister, a widowed seamstress, a young female factory worker and a German Catholic priest. When the editor saw the articles he decided to devote one issue (31st August, 1946) to the material. Later that year it was published as the book Hiroshima (1946).

Other books by Hersey include the Child Buyer (1947), The War Lover (1959), Under the Eye of the Storm (1967), The Walnut Door (1977), Antonietta (1991) and Key West Tales (1993). John Hersey died in Key West, Florida, on 24th March, 1993.

Thomas Mann
born 6th June 1875

Nirvana: They climbed the mountain until they came to a locked door with a key left in it.

Taking the key to the door, Serena turned the lock. One small 'click' and the door gaped ajar. Serena took that opportunity to glance in Dave's direction.

"Me first," she said in a whisper. With a frown he nodded to her.

Following Serena, he stepped through the threshold of the keep while he was careful enough to close the door behind him slowly, gently, and without much sound. Once safely inside, she motioned him closer, then started towards the bend of the first corridor.

A stone statue resided at the end, where the corridor broke away left and right.

"Let me," he implored her, not willing to take any chances. With a frown and a simple nod, Serena let him take point.

As he made his way closer to the statue, hisleft hand made its way into his pocket. Clutching the small vile of stone to flesh, he poured the vial's contents over the statue. Nothing happened. He had hoped would to life and maybe hopefully, gain an ally.

Left, or right? Surely, she'd go right. It made perfect sense after all. In most mazes one was supposed to keep one's hand on the right side of the wall at all times.

Serena had turned left. As they started walking toward the second bend of the second corridor, they heard a thud behind them. Glancing about as they paused mid-stride, Serena made her way against a wall. Looking back, they couldn't see anything coming but a slow, steady thud could be heard from that direction.

"In here," said an old voice off to the side, a wall opening up revealing a door.

May hap going inside wasn't a good decision. Serena, however, thought it was. As Serena stepped inside quickly, he followed, a tiny old woman pushing the door closed behind them both.

Inside the room, the old woman, Serena, and Dave stood. The room was like a small kitchen for the hired help. As Serena and Dave gawked about the room, the old woman made her way back to the wood burning stove to stir the pot on top it.

"You'll be needing to earn your keep around here, little darlings. I'm not feeding those of you intent on sneaking about this here keep for a day's work."

Quizzically Serena turned her eyes on him while he was doing much the same, only in Serena's direction. They didn't have much time to get information though. That thud was coming down the hallway still.

Nirvana: "Serena?" he yelled out. "Serena?" again, calling for her. An unnatural flash in the distance had me worried. Most likely it was the illumination of magic. The flash of light faded.

"Oookay...," were his thoughts spoken aloud. "Damn I hate magic." he again muttered the words out aloud as he slung his short sword over his back. Cautiously, he inched forward towards the base of the volcano. *No magic,.no magic,* were my thoughts as he rounded a bend at the monstrous volcano's base. He caught a glimpse of light skin within the etchings of the volcanic rock. Stepping forward was Serena.

"It's about to change again. I hope you've a strong stomach for it." This woman had him completely baffled now. She was as he saw her before - in one piece, whole, and absolutely fine.

*Wait a minute. Change? Huh?* he thought remembering hehad almost forgotten where he was. Between figuring it out and watching Serena as she closed her eyes, things began changing again.

The rush of a wind, the rustle of trees, a slope down within the mountain range behind Serena. One moment hot, the next cold. Climate was changing here - rapidly. Serena, was becoming further away.
The mountain range was taking shape under his very feet! The landscape was changing so fast and he had to be quicker than it.

Above the mountains, a full moon, beautifully eerie. Clouds to whisk here and there within the moon's glow.

"Damnit!!" Came the curse from Serena. Her eyes were fixed on the mountain range.

"Belldonna managed to keep the mountains here. Which means we are in for a rough night," Serena said.
"You grabbed at your ribs? You're hurt?"

"Nah!! I am fine; just a bruised rib. I'll be alright," he explained, waving her off.

"How well do you handle creatures of the night, from sky, to land?" she asked, as she was making ready her bow, an arrow already notched.

"Which creatures are we talking about?" There were several kinds of undead, as well as a few were creatures, but sky? Hmmm! Gargoyles as well maybe? Dave wondered which kind she was speaking of.

"Draw your sword, sir. We are about to find out!"

Richard Scarry
born 5th June 1919

Robert Fulghum
born 4 th June 1937

Bebs: well done! more like that, please.

Ian Lancaster Fleming

born 27th May 1908

Arnold Bennett

born 27th May 1867

Dashiel Hammett

born 27th May 1894

Horseman: nice to see you again!

Born 22nd May 1859
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
physician/author d: 1930

born 20th May:

Honore de Balzac

Born 19th May 1934

James Lehrer:

wrote:
Purple Dots; Blue Hearts; White Widow; The Special Prisoner; Flying Crows; Kick the Can; Crown Oaklahoma; A Bus of my Own; This Just In; Black.

Skyking: and Cranky Franky: it is a story tag, so if anyone can add to it please do. But I will keep going anyway!

Yet Another Scrabble Tournament
All welcome to join !

Lynman Frank Baum
wrote 'Wizard of Oz'

Edward Lear

Sir James Barrie
best known for creating Peter Pan.

Harper Lee

Jessie Redmon Fauset

Sue Grafton

Robert Penn Warren

William Shakespeare

Henry Fielding

The Bronte Parsonage Museum

Thornton Wilder

Henry James (died 1916)

Arnold Toynbee (died 1975)

We still need another 5 players if anyone is interested in joining in.


N & C's Needle Match

Winnie:
when LSA was little he wandered off in Sainsbury's. While we were looking for him he was at the main entrance playing with the alarm setting and managed to close the main doors!
On a different occaision Ciminod pressed the red alarm button behind the check out girl on the next til to where I was packing shopping and set the alarms off.

sLaMdAnCe: worth the wait. Thank you, Slam.

darksideclown: He's providing a taxi service for his daughters again so I doubt he will be back tonight.

ughaibu: ?? or is is a new twist to the current storytag? Or new one altogether?

Skyking: Follow what Tuesday started ~ that is the current storyline ~ taking an interesting turning.
As for your own ~ more of that please.

sLaMdAnCe: fascinating, Slam. Thank you.

Dinner was several courses, each one served by a different maid.

As they returned to the lounge after the enormous meal, June went back out into the garden.

simplycreative: Yep! and join in the story tag if you wish to.

Back at the Dinner table:

Brad sipped his brandy as a maid walked round serving prawn starters.

Tuesday ~just turn the horse itself loose ~ that would be enough!

Sipping his brandy, Brad walked outside towards June and the elephant.
Suddenly a shape swooped over his head, causing him to duck. Startled he looked round at the shape to see a small pig land on the lawn.
Brad pinched himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming. 'Brings pigs might fly to life, doesn't it!' he exclaimed, pointing at the small winged creature.

<As they walked through the now~open door, their host said:
'Please excuse my wife ~ she is feeding the elephants in the garden. She won't be long'

Brad and Christine looked at each other ~ 'elephants?' asked Brad, not usre he had heard correctly.
'Yes, Brad. Elephants.'
They all went into a large lounge.
'Drink anyone? '

On the mantlepiece was a row of decanters with various liquids clearly visible in them.
'What would you like, Miss Christine>'

Christine crossed the room to the window. As she looked out she could see June Ward walking towards the house.

The long and winding road lead to a large green mound. The driver stopped the car, got out and held open one of the doors so the couple could step out.
In the side of the mound were two huge doors, which were closed.

Christine and Brad sat quietly in the enormous limousine that had been sent to collect them.

I remember that! it was fun.

remember the Theatres? We had fun with those!