Greyson's History Page

Blogging to me is something that most people wouldn’t say in front of their teacher.

Well blogging to me is really nothing. Sure I use to like blogging but it wore off.

For one reason is that when I get told to write about one thing I tend to do worse then I would if I had a larger choice. I can compare blogging to my artwork, I would rather choose what I want to draw the be told to draw something. My teacher does actually let us do a choice post every week or just whenever which I think is great and to me it shows that she has a great care for us, but I still wish I could speak more freely.

Another reason is that I would rather spend my time doing something else instead of having to finish a post by the end of the week. I mean blogging is great to have if your bored or if you wish to share something, but otherwise there is to reason for blogging, in my opinion.

My third one is that I would like to express my feelings more. This is the first time that I will probably lose a privelge at school or get grounded for a month or more but to me this feels a whole lot better then hiding behind a wall and acting all good and stuff.

I know I shouldn’t be saying this and give a bad influence or anything but this is how I feel and nobdy can stop me from feeling this way.

My name is Field Marshall General Sir Bernard Law Montgomery. I served in both World Wars and have seen horrors you could never imagine. Some people said I was a knuckle head and was not a good commander, but I disagree.

I was born in Kennsington, London in 1887 as the fourth child of nine and raised by Reverend Henry Montgomery and Maud Montgomery. When my grandfather died one of the coolest things happened, my dad got to have the ancestrial Montgomery Estate which was in New Park at Moville, County Donegal.

The house was a big problem though. It was hard to keep running and when my Dad became the Bishop of Tasmania it was a huge relief but also a sad thing. He was gone 6 months at a time and my mother would cruelly beat me and ignore me which made me a bully.

My education when I was smaller was from tutors. When we went back to Londan in 1897 My brother Harold and I were educated for a term at The Kings School in Canterbury. It was so much fun, but then we had to leave and went to  St. Pauls School . Next I headed of to The Royal Military Academy where I almost got expelled for lighting a guy on fire. After the graduation that I needed I joined the first battalion as a second lieutenant and saw my first action in India.

Lots of people like Christmas. I love Christmas. It’ the time to spend time with friends and family. Eating huge dinners and stuffing your face with dessert. This is what I do with my Mom’s family for Christmas dinner.

I love having dinner with my Mom’s side of the family. It’s always warm where we are and there’s tons of food. A huge turkey is placed on the table after my Dad of Grandpa carves it. My Grandma always has stuffing, and it’s usually gone after dinner since Ivan and I love it. Mashed potatoes are put in a bull and set down on top of this thing that stops it from making contact with the table. Veggies are placed out on the table and during Thanksgiving, they were all gone before dinner even started.

Dinner last so long but there’s always something to do. Everyone laughs and makes jokes about each other or the adults talk about work. (boring.) The funniest part is telling stories about the old days that are full of embarrassing stuff and it ends up being so funny though.

Dinner lasts about 2 hours and then comes the best dessert I have ever tasted. It usually consists of chocolate cake with ice-cream or it’s smoking hot apple pie. Everything tastes so good. Everyone goes back for seconds ans thirds even!

After dinner all of us kids go do anything which is hide-n-seek or a game of tag. The adults stay inside and talk and do the dishes that are in the sink,( Or sometimes my dad makes me do the dishes.)

Christmas morning: The best time of the year. Waking up a 5:00 am and going to waking up my mom to see if I open my stocking. All the things that come out of the stocking I play with until everybody else gets out of bed. One year we even had to go into a room and sing my Aunty and cousin out of bed, it was so much fun.

I never know what my presents are and I never count how many I get. And my sister and i always atart out by going over to the biggest presents under the tree. Except most of the big presents are for my parents.

So what do you do for Christmas? Who do you spend the holidays with and what are your traditions?

The Times That Try Men’s Souls is a book about the struggle that a family had during the American Revolution.

So living in a house in a harbour is something that sounds really fun. Having a warm stone fire in the middle of your living room as the home furnace. And having another stove in the kitchen. Expensive plates stacked in the cupboard which was hanging over the sink.

A back yard with firewood placed in the shed so it was dry. An axe stuck in a piece of wood that hadn’t been split. A huge tree in the corner of the yard and a swinging bench held up by rope and a massive branch sprouting out of the tree, about 25 feet above the yard.

A path leading up to your house and a mailbox and a sign that said “John Dunn: Master Clock and Gun Smith.” Rocks lining the path and grass covering the rest of the front yard. With a clothes line and some flowers that were having a hard time surviving.

Going to church every Sunday and being all dressed up in your finest clothes and listen to the Reverend telling stories and saying prayers.

Now imagine being stuck in the middle of a war. Well now imagine losing a husband, son, or brother, and going through the torment and having  no man at the house except for a child.

After a huge battle your family separates. Your eldest son goes to sail ships, your other son tries to run away and almost be killed by cannon fire. Your daughter falling in love with a British soldier when their your sworn enemy.

 Having to smuggle 7 muskets out of your house and past British guards who almost find them. Doing dangerous stuff in dangerous times. Even making packs of rounds for soldiers who are fighting.

This story is all about sacrifice and what it takes to go through big things that you only have a few moments to prepare for. This could happen to you and you could end up going through what this family ahd to.

Do you know anybody who’s gone through something like this? Or have you ever lost a loved one?

In Step With Our Past By: lyle58

This week we got to have the most amazing thing happen, my class got to go the the Lewis Park Olympic Torch Lighting!

We traveled by bus to get to the park. After what felt like forever we filed out of the bus, we even had to jump over a puddle, which looked good enough to land in, and that would of soaked Ms. Smith.

Lewis Park Torch Celebration

Finally we got off the bus and went around the skate park that they had there, somebody even slipped after walking on the slanted part of it, which a friend and I laughed at.

Over by a stage, no wait… my teacher is asking me to tell about what it would feel like to hold and run with the Olympic Torch.

If I did run with an Olympic Torch I would probably remember those moments for the rest of my life. If I was able to hold the torch I would scream and yell and I would be so proud of myself for doing something people dream about and not have the chance to do it. To me this would almost be like walking the red carpet or something like that.

This would also be special because I would be walking in my 3rd cousins footsteps. He even has a real Olympic torch on his mantle in the living room!

Now back to what I was talking about. The whole park had people walking around and it was so cool because I even saw some of my old friends and ones that I see every week.

Since Coke Cola is one of the principle Olympics sponsors, they handed out free coke in collector bottles, except you were only supposed to have 1, but some people had more.

Olympic Torch

If the Olympic torch is coming through your town make sure you get to see it. It’s a once in a life time opportunity, not to be missed.

Lewis Park By: Lizzie Olympic Torch By: Tatiana

Count out three was a very fun project. It was really cool because you got to go to blogs that were all over the world.

Three people

 Jack’s blog was awesome. He had a post on the Stone Age and it was really good, it was deffinately something that you could get information from.

I traveled to one blog and found some of the most disturbing thing, but I’m not naming names.

Nick’s blog I totally got. I would love to go to a country for a holiday, and if it happened every year it would be even better. I think making a holiday would be cool.

Sierra’s blog was one that I could connect with. She got sick after Halloween and I was “sick” on Halloween which I found very interesting.

I would say this challenge really took me to places I hadn’t bothered to go to. I don’t usually go very far because I usually like to know the person I’m talking to instead of just knowing whose class your in. All the blogs I saw looked really cool and I think this will teach me to know it’s not bad to venture out but to still know to keep your identity safe. I hope there will be another challenge like this and I hope to meet even more people on the web.

How did you find this challenge?

Living in the Trenches’ Long alleys carved deep into the mud,

These looked across a place called “No Man’s Land”,

 A shell-scarred area of muck and dead,

Rain poured down on everything around,

Rats and lice infested funk holes where I sleep,

Bullets cracked through the air above me,

 Combat could happen at any time of day or night,

When it did,

Gunners would man their artillery,

 And I would wait to go over the top,

 Poisonous gas would enter my body and make me fall to the ground in an almost eternal pain,

 Can you guess where I am?

 By: Greyson Pace

Swerving at high speed, then suddenly CRASH! I felt my arm go crack.

I had just been biking home from my friends house, I was swerving back and forth on the road because I was playing around. I also did no hands because I was tired. I got to a place where jumps had been built and dirt was out on the road. As I swerved even more on the dirt, suddenly my tire and my bike came right out from under me. I fell off my bike and skidded all the way to the end of the road.

I sat up and looked to see what injuries I had gotten. I had road rash all  over my elbow and I also had road rash on my

Broken Wrist

right knee. Scratches were all over my knuckles and blood was coming out slower than I expected.

I stood up which wasn’t that hard but it sent a jolt of pain through my left wrist. I picked up my bike and I got on. As soon as my left hand gripped around the handle, I screamed out in pain. I tried again but got the same result. I decided to walk my bike out to the other road. As I got there, I remembered that I had the cellphone with me so I decided to call my mom.

She got there and with a little bit of trouble got my bike in the back of her car. I got in and she took me home.

As I got home my mom made go take a bath to clean out all the scratches. When I did it mom said that I didn’t do a good job at cleaning wounds. So when she did it, she took the washcloth, and put soap on it, she started cleaning. This time it hurt so much. The pain was almost as bad as having a dog bite cleaned out, with somebody sticking cotton in holes on your legs.

After the most painful bath ever, I went to watch TV while I iced my left arm. (That’s the one that I hurt.) My dad who had been a volunteer firefighter tried moving my wrist and I told where it hurts. He ended up saying, “I think it’s broken or fractured.”

We went to the hospital, but we ended going through the wrong door.(That was dads fault, not mine.) He rang the bell at the desk and somebody said, “Just a minute.” About half a minute later my dad said, “Somebody could be dying out hear!”

“Just a minute sir.” she replied.

“Is paper work more important then people?’ he said to her.

“Okay sir whats the problem?”

“My son fell off his…”

“Take him Emergency.”

“Thanks, and I’ll be writing a complaint!”

We ran and walked to the other side of the hospital were we filled out the forms, got a arm band for me, and then we went to the waiting area. I pulled out the book that I had brought. I don’t know how long we waited but it seemed like quite a while. A nurse finally came to direct us to the x-ray room.

The women who worked in there sat me down on a chair and put a lead shield over me. Then she positioned my arm so she could get an e-ray of the top of my arm. Then she turned it a little more to get another x-ray. When it was the final x-ray she turned my wrist so far that moaned and told her that it hurt way to much. I finally sucked it up after a few words and she took the picture.

She walked over to remove the shield and then took me and my ada to see the x-rays. The moment I saw one I knew I would have to get a cast. I even asked her if I would and she said “Probably, but I’m not a doctor and I think you only fractured your arm because there is some bone left.

I then got directed to a room where the doctor would come in to put the cast on. It turned out to be the dad of a girl I know at school.

He started putting the cast on by putting a role of cotton on my arm. Then he wrapped this kind of cast they call a fiberclass cast. Then he stuck his hand in water and rubbed it all over the cast. He told me hold my hand in a sertain position for five minutes.

After five minutes he came back and said I could go and that I would be keeping the cast on for 4-6 weeks.

This cast totally made a problem. I missed the track and field, I took for ever to do something, I even hurt a couple of people with it during the summer. The worst part of having a cast is that I couldn’t run without pain and I wasn’t allowed to swim.

Have you ever broken a bone before?

The Fire Within

By: Chris D’Lacey

The Fire Within

The Fire Within is the first book in this incredible series. This book was amazing to me because you could never tell what was coming up next in the story. The story always had something interesting happening and some how somehow it all ended up being about the same thing. Dragons!

The story makes you really use your imagination and also the author doesn’t have pictures in it so you can imagine the things the way you want it. Plus the story has good description.

The book had all the things that you would like in tale with dragons. You only learn some stuff in between each book, which I think is great idea, so then you’ll want to read more.

You know how people think like dragons would capture the princess and then be slayed by a knight, well this book is so much different than that. Dragons in this story have a spark, it’s like a burning fire that keeps them alive, metaphorically speaking. The only way to take the tear from them is if they shed it, and they only shed it if you don’t believe in them or don’t love them.

The reason that the dragons get fire is because, long ago the Earth was ruled by dragons, they lived without the threat of man killing them. They had baby dragons every 97 years, so image how many babies you’d get in a century. When man came to Earth they hunted the dragons! After years of war 12 dragons were left. They retreated so they didn’t have to fight.

They finally flew to isolated places so they die without interruption. All the dragons died, except one still lived, his name was Gawain. People found and tried to kill him, but he thrived, until he was to old to fight. One day he went to the lake, and the people that were there fled in terror, except a little girl.

The dragon roared but the girl wouldn’t leave, so he flew away, but as he flew away, a single scale came of his body.

The girl took the scale to a person called a sibyl, who wanted the scale, and if she got it, she would tell the girl how to save the dragon.

The rest you’ll have to find out in the book.

I say this book has all the things that a good book needs, and I hope you will consider this book.