Book Report : Ah It 's Clay '

Only three years after our country was established, on April 12th, 1777, a baby boy was born in Hanover County, Virginia to the Reverend John Clay and his wife Elizabeth. The seventh out of nine children, no one would have guessed that little Henry Clay would run for president someday. From an early age he was invested in American history; when he was three years old, his home was ransacked by British troops. Regardless, the Clays were a reasonably wealthy family, and Henry pursued his education with dreams of becoming a lawyer; in 1797, he was admitted to the Virginia bar. After that he moved to Lexington, Kentucky, where he married Lucretia Hart in 1799. She was the daughter of a wealthy businessman, which suited Clay’s sociable nature perfectly.

Standing at the top of the stairs, the savory scent of baking biscuits drifted up from the kitchen below. She could understand why Fiona’s traveling salesman always picked this room. The luscious aroma filled the house with mouth-watering delight. The growling of her stomach led her to the dining room where she slid into a chair at an already empty table.

Sarah slugged through the early morning work and realized-too soon- that she needed to make a trip to the house. She made her way, clasping her arms around her for warmth in the cold November morning. Painted Girl’s borrowed sweater did not help dissipate the cold air, and neither did the lingering whiskey in her system. A light shone in the window illuminating Grandfather and Dingle, who sat at the table together eating pie. She watched as Dingle grabbed a juicy strawberry from Grandfather’s pie and nibbled at it greedily. Grandfather must have finished his hunt early, Sarah realized. She had hoped to avoid Grandfather today but nature called. There was no choice, either the woods or the house. Sarah did an about turn and went for the

“What do you want Monroe? Dinner’s in the fridge. Where have you been?!" she claimed coming down the stairs with her short grey hair wrapped in a striped towel.

"Look, I just want you to shut up and let me focus on the situation we are currently having," Katie mumbles as she approaches the impact doors that leads to a weird-looking

The smell of fresh herbs filled the air around her as the sun shone down on her back, a sense of tranquility fell upon her in the lush, backyard garden. A soft tune could be heard from inside the house where the radio played. Tante Lou hummed along to the music while she snipped off sprigs of parsley to use in the meal she is preparing for her nephew, Grant, and his guest. Today was a special day. It’s the first time Tante Lou is meeting her nephew’s girlfriend, Vivian, and she wants to make a wonderful dinner for them all to enjoy while getting to know each other.

Diamond was so excited about her new furniture purchase that she could not sleep. She stayed awake all night trying to help her Aunties clean. She told her Auntie Mahogany about the 24-hour grocery store for food. Realizing that no one ate, Mahogany agreed to go grocery shopping and she wanted to locate a place to eat. Ebony agreed the Cascade/Camp Creek area had many nice places to eat that were conveniently located to the house for a quick meal. The following day, Ebony remained at the house to await the delivery of the furniture. Diamond begged to stay home, but she received instructions to go to school and be surprised when she came home. The company delivered the furniture as scheduled. The girls wanted to know what to do with the other items and Ebony requested that they place them in

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That day when she got home from school she mixed up a batch of peanut butter cookies and while they were baking, she prepared a pan of brownies as well. A couple of hours later she left a note for her parents to say where she’d gone in case one of them came home early. Then she hiked around to the old man’s ranch carrying her offerings in a plastic container with a ribbon around it.

“I seen you,” Mrs. Cunningham said as she took the bread out of the toaster to place on the plate. Her eyes caught Jayda’s as she looked back at her. Jayda knew that she would soon give her the speech about eating from the pot that everyone eats from but since it was just three people in the house who happens to be family, Jayda never understood what the big deal was. Jayda rolled her eyes just a bit, which made lightening flash right above the house and Mrs. Cunningham

Clay Felker was a huge supporter of Sheehy and encouraged her to write “Passages” after her first book flopped

Needing some groceries, she had gone out and just had returned back as it was merely afternoon. It was pretty hot outside so she had a summery outfit that came to her mid thighs and pretty much snugged loosely around her body. When she heard her doorbell, she was in kitchen, putting her groceries away and was just finishing. She wiped her hands on a towel as she walked with it to get the door. She pushed the tiny curtain to peek out of the small window next to the door, to see who it was and found a well-dressed man who seemed as if he was here to sell something to her. She unlocked her door and opened it, seeming hesitant and giving him an unpleasant gaze, showing she wasn’t interested in what he was selling, “May I help you?” She said flicking her hair over her shoulders. Now, she stood tall at 5ft 7 inches but he seemed to just tower over her as she had to tilt her head back to look up at

As I walked into the room on the left I was astounded by the number of old, musty smelling books that were in every corner of the room. It seemed as if she had an enormous love for reading, as well as writing. There were so many books covering the chairs, that no one would be able to find a place to sit without moving the books out of the way. I noticed lying on the old,

Kenny sped down the steep flight of stairs, starving. The scent of freshly cooked pancakes made his mouth water as he tried to eat up the scent. He opened his mouth, letting the comforting scent bathe his tongue. As he was caught up in whiffing up as much of the delicious bread-like smell, he tripped over his own foot. He went tumbling down the stairs. To his luck, there were only three or four stairs left.

Mrs. Johnson awoke right as the warm sun rays spilled through the curtains. After getting ready and having a great breakfast, she was out the door. Ready for whatever the day might bring. As she slowly strolled down the street, despite the rush around her, a smile was obvious on her face. She glanced into the donut store window briefly before going in as she did every morning. “Just the usual, please.” Mrs. Johnson sweetly asked the cashier. They soon returned with 2 of her favorite cream filled donuts, a small bag of different hard candies. She quickly ate one of the donuts, and placed the bag of candy into her handbag.