STORYTIME TAPESTRY

March 28, 2005

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I hope everyone is having a wonderful Easter.  I have just one announcement today.  Sharon Bryant our very prolific writer has just sent in her 100^th published story with Storytime Tapestry.  I am so pleased with the loyalty of all my writers.  You have all made Storytime Tapestry the huge success that it is. 

  Now on to the good stuff..........

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 Animal awareness series endorsed by Shiloh and Hank our mascots; all stories must receive their approval.

The Everglades  

Sharon Bryant

Some friends and I were discussing alligators and what we'd do if we ever were faced with one.

I told them I had a scare in the 70's, one I won't forget and I don't ever care to be in alligator areas again.

Four of us were headed to Miami to catch a ship to the Bahamas.  We had went down the west coast of Florida and had to cut across "alligator alley."  I'd never been through the swamps before so I thought that would be something to see.  I'd seen movies of it on television, and that was the closest I'd come to that area.

So there we were, four of us in a large Suburban driving, laughing and having a good time, planning on what we were going to do in the Bahamas. 

There are these little rest areas along the route, so we stopped at one.  The road is narrow, and you park your vehicle on the shoulder.  My friend and I went into the rest room, and when we came out, our husbands were looking across the tall grass of the glades.

There was a mound out there and on this one, lay a large alligator.  It was approximately

75 foot from where we stood.

Well, we all know how some guys are.....our two husbands decided they'd see who could throw a rock and get the closest to the gator.  They both began pitching rocks.  We saw the gator move slightly.  We two women were standing by the suburban watching telling the guys, "Let's go."  Suddenly, BONK.....one of them hit the gator.  The gator slid into the water out of sight.

I'd watched a show on Johnny Carson one time with a gator expert.  He said in water, a gator can travel one step to 10 of man's.  I kept thinking of that knowing that 75 feet is really not that far.

We heard him before we saw him.  I wish now I'd had the door of the vehicle open when this happened.  In a panic state, your fingers just don't move as you would think they would.

The gator was at the edge of the water just about eight foot from where we stood.  I tried to push the button on the suburban and look behind me as I screamed.  The gator was at least 14 foot long, and had a huge head.  We barely made it into the vehicle.

Just as we were slamming the doors on the suburban, the gator was within inches of us.  His mouth was open, I saw all those ugly teeth and though I'd heard they would strike at a vehicle tire, I really wondered if that is true.

It's true.

Just as his jaws went to grab at the tire, we got away.

Sharon Bryant

1946 @bellsouth.com

About Me:

 I am Sharon Bryant, 59 years old and reside in Alabama.

I lost my child in 1977 when he was five and I write
articles on bereavement often.

I am a chocolate/candy maker and also a wood crafter and knitter.

I am married to a wonderful man, and have two remaining children, a daughter 25,
Amy, and a second son, Randy, age 22.

My main goal in life is to help those who
have lost a child. My website is: www.angelsremembered.tk

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 Today's Queue Stories
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Easter Morning 2005
Bill Walker
wildbill6807 @yahoo.com

Easter Morning here, the sun is shining, the clouds
are not to be seen.  Good Friday was clouds and damp,
even kind of cold. The cold, the damp and the clouds
have went away.
I wonder if that was the way it was about 2000 years
ago, in a land far away.  That first Easter Morning.
The cold, the rain, the clouds were gone away.  A new
day was up on us, a new start.  The old was gone. The
new beginning is here. All the past is now washed
away. All the sins past, and even the new sins we do
each and every day is now washed away. We now have
been washed in the blood of the pure lamb on the
cross. 
Good Friday the sins died on the tree. Easter Morning
the Son walks forth from the tomb, not dead, but
alive. Death has been fought, and death has lost the
war. The Son defeated death. 
The Son  The light of the world. Who so ever takes of
this Son, will not want for a lamp to guide them home
to the mansion on the hill. His words. For I am with
you,  I will never leave or forsake you.  I believe
God the Father, says, take my Son, who so every takes
him, will have a mansion on the hill, just beyond the
Sunset.
May each have a most wonderful and blessed Easter.

Bill Walker

wildbill6807 @yahoo.com

About Me:

Well I??™m a story teller, not a writer. Never learned the art of fancy English. I

happen to live in Nebraska, but I??™m still Missouri. Never married, all the Dollies I

ever took a second look at was too smart. Now at 74, just turned that other day, I

figure they all home safe. I love Doggies and Dollies in that order. Lost my two

true friends this year, that be Tinker and Poo. So I found me a new one. This

time a little girlie Peke. She is a normal female. Got a mouth, talks all the time.

She will never be a great writers of stories like Tinker and Poo. They have

about 50 stories on HWS. And now writing back from Rainbow Bridge.

I just try to write about people, places and things best I remember. Have something

over 250 stories on HWS. under three names.   

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