Columbia School - Hourglass Yearbook (Rochester, NY)

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problems wifh each ofher. He has given me fhe spirif and courage by which fo live. My name is Johnny Johnny Baxfer. I am a boy who does nof have fime fo feel sorry for himself. I face every new day with a smile and fhank The Lord l am alive This is my way of life and I love every minufe of if Cafherine Cobb Grade 9 A PRAYER OF THANKSGIVING Dear Lord I 'rhank Thee for each cool breeze For each ray of sunlighf Each flower each free or each bursf of spring or each new day or Ihe righf fo worship in my own way or love of friends and family or life ifself and for liberfy Dear Lord I fhank fhee in every way For fhe happiness granfed me each day Rufh Levy Grade 9 FRUSTRATION Elusive answer feasing me Why do you haunf my bra1n7ln glee You flurf wifh nod and wink lnsfrucfing me I don f fhnn The hour res losf +heir zes I wrife a I now OU Since Fisher Grade IO THE PROPHET As fhe Assyrian charuofs claffered away info fhe dnsfance hungray flames licked up fhe walls of fhe dried brick houses and buildings They poked quiver ing Tongues infowindows and open doorways charring everfhung in fheur wake Forfified walls now smashed fo crumbling ruin by heavy baffering rams reflecfed only fhe devasfafion inflicfed by hafeful hearfs Twisfed and crushed bodies lay in fhe roads where heedless chariof wheels had sfruck fhem only a few munufes ago Loved ones huddled over fhese dead as fhough frying fo wake fhem from fhe efernal sleep People frapped under sfone or by fire cried ouf for help Ihaf never came Wails of frighfened children separafed from fear crazed parenfs aug menfed fhe rising din in fhe fiery cify Many had raced fo fhe river when fhe invaders had been sighfed knowing full well fhe affermafh of an Assyrian vusif Those who hadnf quife reached if lay moribund wifh hands oufsrrefched foward fhe deep crimson wafers Sarnibal clucked fo The sweafing horses, urging fhem on fo a fasfer gaif. He couldn'f lag in fhe Assyr- ian army' no one could. Pairing up wifh an officers chariof he could nof help noficing fhe cruel smile fhaf cuf fhe soldiers face Following his gaze Sarni bal saw fhe fiery plume of fhe cify grow and fhen slowly diminish near nfs fop where fhe darkness of fhe nigh? fried fo soofhe fhe wound Shivers raced up and down his spine Back in fhe cify he had felf as fhough every flame every sfone and every spear had pierced his body as each man was cuf down by fhe Assyruans They hadn f a chance If was a slaughfer house where pigs and caffle were bufchered If was like fhis on every raid burning and pillaging Once again he looked over af fhe officer seeing only hafred and a yen fo desfroy He remanded Sarnibal of fhe ferocious lions affacking a bull in fhe carving on fhe fried fo hafeful Affer '7 Indeed he walls of fhe femple fell himself he all wasnf he o was in body buf He rem been faken info Sennacherib GS If had always been on sweef smelling The morn face fingle wifh fears of as he ad and hard ing had a fall and The waving dew I-Ins family had marched away They were an working These fhungs seemed all fhe dearer fo him now He hafed baffles for fhey had no sound reason for exnsfing Why did Sennacherib need more fer i+ory7 Couldnf he be confenfed wufh fhe kingdom he had7 Why was he power hungry7 Wasnf peace fhe mosf valuable assef To 'rhe counfry7 As fhese fhings raced fhrough his mind a plan slowly began fo how wrong Sennacherib was how wrong fhey were and how ferribly wrong fhese raids were Sarnibal had heard of fhe Hebrew prophefs who wandered from village fo village preaching fhenr beliefs He would preach his beliefs foo going from soldier fo soldier I-Ins mind was swiffly broughf back fo fhe horses when one of fhe chariof wheels hif a deep ruf The officer looked over sfaring af him for a momenf as fhough he had been reading Sarmbals fhoughfs all The fume Almosf involunfarily as if fo avoid fhe icy gaze Sarnibal pulled up on his horses dropping be hind For some fame he wafched fhe fuzzy clouds of fhe horses breafh swell and fhen melf info fhe nighf air as fhey galloped over fhe grasslands The dungeon was damp cold and filfhy The high dank ceiling and fhe slime covered walls en veloped him The small hole in one side of fhe cell was a poor excuse for a window and even less com forfing Everybody had laughed af his ideas He had fried and fried fo make fhem believe buf fhey had laughed Then fhey didn f laugh fhey grew concerned He had been faken fo Sennacherib himself Now he was here condemned fo die as a fraufor +o his counfry Carla Hyndman Grade IO F . . . I ' F . . l Q F ' . ' , ' , fo , . ' ' ' kl . d - fi . I My ' f. I ' I . u . 9 n - O . - . Y 7 . . . ' Ypur na.. keen fake form. He would speak 'fo fhe soldiers. fell fhem i ' . -r nf nr fu ' 48

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Insrde a Inre IhaI brrghIIy glows Children warming frozen Ioes Laughfer song and lolly murfh All are ceIebraInng Ihe Chr1sIChld s bnrI Many sporIs Ihrough wunIer days Skahng sknng and even sleughs As you can see and I m sure you w WnnIer conIams many a Ihrrll Jane Hansford Grade 7 ALONE ONCE MORE II was one of Ihose very busy and rndusIr:ous days aI Ihe farm We all had 'obs Io do wrIh dlfeCl'0n5 on how Io do Ihem qu ckly I Inked Invmg on Ihe Iarm II was moIher accudenI I aI when I was aI Ihe or and wash IhaI I Irve when I wenI Ihere nme years home I remembered My knlled un an auIomobnIe Ihe only one alnve aIIer Io Ihe ac all my Iruends and all Ihe babres people companron for wanI Io go exacIly because I IhoughI aI would be dull BuI when I Iound ouI Ihey had a farm locaIed In a qureI IrIIIe valley I wanIed Io go Jerry was Ihenr son I-le seemed very nrce aI IursI noI aI all Ihe way I had expecIed he mrghI be BuI aIIer a Iew weeks we became very much aware of each oIher He IhoughI I was sIeaIrng has parenfs love and I Ihoughr he was acIvng Ioo proIecIed I one day some Io a broIher and a was crippled I dvdnI dndnI realuze :I aI IvrsI buI aIIer a whale I knew +ha+ he was sIeaInng Ihungs and saymg I sIoIe Ihem and he also broke and upseI Ihlngs I drdnI say anyIhung abouI II because I IhoughI he would geI over :I soon One day Jerry wenI Ioo Iar when he IeI Ihree o sand I drd :I wenI up and Iold Mr Barnsby lusI whaI had been gorng on For some reason or oIher he drdnI be lreve me and pumshed me by makung me sleep an Ihe barn for a week So IhaI nrghI I wenI over Io Ihe barn II was one of Ihose cold OcIober days and Ihe mghI was Iwuce as cold and I had only one bIankeI Sleepnng an Ihe barn was Ierrrble because Jake Ihe hrred hand apparenIIy hadnI cleaned Ihe barn In Ihree weeks I drdn I geI Io sleep unIrI 4 30 and I awoke aI 6 OO ThaI morning I was lnsIrucIed Io Iake Jerry a hike II was my Iurn Io choose where we were supposed Io go so I sand up Io an old mvne shaII near Ihe Iop of Ihe valley We made IasI Irme IhaI day and were Ihere In Iwo hours We drdnI eaI lunch when we goI Ihere because Jerry wanIed Io explore Ihe old mane shaII rrghI away We couldn I go rn II because II was aboul' Io Iall down so I suggesIed we go Io Ihe Iop ol Ihe hrll and look down on Ihe Iarm hrs IaIhers besI sIaIIrons loose We soon made :I Io Ihe Iop Jerry bemg very fussy abouI Ihnngs wanIed Io go ouI on Ihe ledge I slowly wheeled hum ouI on Ihe ledge berng very relucIanI Io go There were abouI Ihree yards Io go on Ihe ledge Jerry msasfed we go ouI aI leasI Iwo ards so we could see everyIhmg As I was wheelvng sm ouI Ihe wheelchaur musI have her a sIone and Iupped over sendrng Jerry flymg Ihrough Ihe arr The nexI mmuIe I saw hum sprawled down on Ihe valley below a srxIy Ioof Iall I ran as IasI as I could Io see II he was ahve Luckily he Iell an a clump of bushes and was lnvnng An ambulance rushed hum Io Ihe hosprIaI AbouI Iwo weeks passed and Jerry was Ieelrng much beIIer The doclor had called specnalrsIs In and Ihey all agreed IhaI Jerry would be able I walk agarn In a lew more days I am Io be senI back Io Ihe orphanage I am Io go back because nerIher Jerry nor has parenIs know and somehmes I wonder wheIher I pushed hrm off rn my conscious or sub conscuous mmd RoberIa Deverran Grade 8 WHISP RING FIRS The moon shone down On Ihe snow covered ground Whrch glssIened as dramonds an lrghI Then I cocked my head As Ihe snow To Irr Iree All seemed All was shll nd yeI I To break I II was far Grade JOHNNY Hr my name IS Johnny Johnny BaxIer I am Ien years old I have been a crupple srnce I was Inve years old I have been rn a wheelchanr as a resulI of a car crash nn whnch my IaIher losI has Infe I Iave on Clark SIreeI In Albany New York wrIh my moIher and Ihree srsfers Mom works every day whale Mary Kris and Cheryl are rn school A nnce old lady named Mrs Regan sIays wrIh me all day A so called Ieacher comes every day for four hours and Ieaches me schoolwork Mr Brown as nrce buI he gefs mad aI me once rn a whale AImosI every day aIIer Ihe publrc school rs recessed my Irrends come Io see me There are Mrke Tommy Jimmy Fred and all Ihe gang They Iell lokes and play wzIh me In Ihe sprung I go Io Ihe ballfreld rn my wheelchaur and keep score Ior Ihe gang I go Io Ihenr baskeIbalI games Ioo and help Io keep score On Sundays I am unable Io go Io church buI I lrsIen Io a servnce on Ihe radro Our mmrsIer comes Io see me once a week I always look Iorward Io hrs vrsrIs for we are good Irrends We Ialk over all our ' '- ' -'II ' h. yn ' U ' . t ' ' ', ' ' an, , ' - , I . . . . , E h ' u D I I r I ' ' , A ,'n' ' ' ' ' ' I ' Therewas . . . I i . ' ' . - 9 I ' ' ' and ' ' '. I . .. . .On . i i . 47

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THE CHRISTMAS IN MY HEART The most loyous tume ot the year as Chrustmas It ns a time when the souls ot men are at peace and people all over the world are an some way sharmg wnth each other the happnness ot openung thenr hearts with kindness and love toward all men Our tamuly celebrates Chrastmas an a specual way Our home Secol near the small town ot Pultneyvalle on Lake Ontarso ns my wnnter paradnse The ever greens which surround our property wnth each lamb wearrng a coverlet ot snow sway gracefully back and torth In the sharp blanket ot whute green lawn puttmg each trny rose ot The old elms leaves and blue sky The placldly ott our shore wnth down between ducks tloatmg an almost a sense ot complete peace as burymg each tlake The strungs ot bread and popcorn tor the snow brrds are lyung In the small evergreen bushes by the mann entrance and the wrought :ron stand ns tulled wrth wood My tathers ten pounter has been hung an :ts place nn the hall and decorated wrth a red nose and a strand ot red beads The wreath wlth a red bow hangs on the door and Mother has put her Christmas scroll up m the entry hall She ns dessed un her brrght Chrlstmas sknrt and blouse and all around the house have been placed Chrrstmas decorations breeze A magnntncent to sleep ot thelr green Into the bright up and a ew scene comes sottly unto nts place nt falls bookshelves an the library are covered wlth cards that have gnven us extra joy In the Irvmg room the ture ns sparklung as nts yellow red and blue tlames wave upward from the logs Mnckey has taken her tavornte spot nn tront ot the hearth upon which she has put her two tront paws and glances up at the brass star wnth nts Iuttle candle shrnnng and sendung ott nts golden rays The blue spruce sending a pungent fragrance through the room glustens as nt stands erect and proud The lights some ot whnch Mother and Daddy had on their turst Chrnst mas together are all burnmg and the balls and tunsel ncucles hang gently around the tree The tmsel star brnght In nts correct place as turned towards the angels on the pnano and provsdes the trmshung touch to a beaututul decoratuon whnch takes my breath away when I gaze at nt It ns Chrlstmas Eve and everyone has hung thelr stockmgs by the chumney wuth care an hopes that Samt Nrcholas soon wall be there Together we Iusten to The Bard s Chrrstmas Carol sung Christmas hymns and set a lunch out tor Santa betore the chuldren are tucked unto theur beds We stall have lots to do As we play Santa Claus we return to chuldhood We set the toys nn the chairs by the tnreplace and put the last gutts under the tree Then Daddy and I take our Chrnstmas Eve round ot delnvermg gntts to our truends Atter stoppung at each house to talk and have some Chrustmas tun we usually get home lust In tnme to leave tor the beaututul candlelnght servnce at St Pauls Church As Dr Cadugan conducts the service and the choruses smg the tamulnar Chrsstmas carols an the candle Ilght and the evergreen arrangements simple but ettectuve I am able to understand more clearly why the Savuor Christ was sent to thus earth I become more thanktul each Chrnstmas season tor the radnant beauty ot the world tor the peace In men s souls and tor the loy and happiness wuthun my own heart Carol Lockley Grade IO H M I watched hlm as he went up over around under and wondered How can he know where to go next'7 It was obvious that he did know though and has work was nature pertect When he was tnnnshed however I knew that hus hours ot nntrlcate deslgnmg would be ruthlessly torn to the ground and the mumature artnst s lute carelessly ended Stull he seemed not to be wor ned about that as he worked In the corner ot the ancient porch He had started many mnnutes betore I had become curuous and commenced corner he went up pullun as he went As he worked thread ot has desagn gleam and threw trom I-Ie rested then over mornnng 5 work lm or a whnle and go to It was evening the porch and Begunnmg un one cord taght circle each mormng worker donng betallen looked but not seen had spued natures small artnsan and had brutally and unmercutully ended has tlme ot belng Fragments ot has lute s labor now dnrty and unsughtly Irttle resemblmg the beautntul art ut once was were strewn helter skelter across the porch The yellow spuder and has web were but snmple memoraes Anne Coker Grade I I When I arrnved I hum Durmg the day MY HAPPINESS It was a rather gloomy day and I suppose I telt tnred and cross My homework seemed endless and I lust dudnt see any pomt nn workmg I guess ut was lust one ot those days that you can t see much pomt to anythnng Suddenly I closed my books and started thunknng ot the more pleasant sade ot lute and the happiness ot Invnng I had so much to be thanktul tor' The tamuly atmos phere In whnch I luved was enlightening ruch and happy It was here that I tound the depth ot under standmg the love and the wnllungness to help-all those thmgs that make a tamuly so needed I sud denly remembered a cold winter day when I had gone skatmg with a trnend As I returned home at dusk thoroughly trozen I saw the trlendly twnnkle ot the Inghts and I telt protected When I walked In shakmg ott the cold snow I saw a cheertul ture crack ' I I f . . . . u .' . ' . I . . . ' I I ' g . ' . . ' . . his ' ' ,I h' . . . ' t ' each one adding to the luster ot the season. The on . I ' 49