The Trunk Road is Esther Marshall Jessop’s story:
‘I’m scared of the memories of the road – scared of the contents of the trunk. But no one would ever have guessed. Then... More > SHE sashayed into the Vicarage – spilling out bosoms, pulling in men – unearthing memories that I thought were buried forever. SHE and her family – steamrollering their way into our lives – forcing us to reassess the past, brace ourselves against the present and embrace a future we once would have deemed unimaginable.’
From the minute Julia waltzes into the Vicarage, the only peace Esther knows is that given by the natural, rural beauty of her surroundings: her garden and the otters, ducks and wildlife which she loves.
Esther struggles to keep herself afloat on this poignant, funny, scandalous voyage. She doesn’t know it yet, but this is her time – her coming of age.< Less
Vintage photograph collectors, art directors and designers, costumers will welcome this visual sourcebook of 100 years of beefcake beachwear. The hardback book is 90 pages with 170 pictures, many... More > full page.< Less
GEORGE WASHINGTON, when young, was about to go to sea as a midshipman; everything was arranged; the vessel lay opposite his father's house; the little boat had come on shore to take him off, and his... More > whole heart was bent on going. After his trunk had been carried down to the boat, he went to bid his mother farewell, and saw the tears bursting from her eyes. However, he said nothing to her; but he saw that his mother would be distressed if he went, and, perhaps, never be happy again. He just turned round to the servant and said: "Go and tell them to fetch my trunk. I will not go away to break my mother's heart." His mother was struck with his decision, and she said to him: "George, God has promised to bless the children that honor their parents, and I believe that he will bless you." The young man who thus honored his parents was afterward honored by his country-men, and will be to the end of time.< Less
"All that day sleighs dashed about town, and wood-sleds drawn by single teams, pairs, and fours thronged the streets. The farmers had been waiting for the snow. This set me thinking. What... More > cleaner, better, fresher farm-work could there be than chopping in the winter woods. That's it! I would do it. Business was not very brisk in the office, and if it were, there was no particular need of a man being a slave to his profession. I had known instances of men actually drying up in my profession, and being, as far as real usefulness is concerned, "Like thin ghosts or disembodied creatures."
The one thing I needed to develop a real homelike, woodsy, farmer-like feeling was to get into the woods, and load wood, and smell the delicious fragrance of the pines and the balsam of the freshly cut trunks."< Less
Mask, Fins and Knife is the definitive history of the diving equipment utilized by the Underwater Demolition Teams and SEALs from the early days of World War II to present. Clad in trunks and wearing... More > a mask, a set of fins and armed with a knife, the men of the early amphibious units stormed the beaches of Japanese-held islands in the Pacific Theater. In Europe, the men of the Naval Combat Demolition Units landed on the blood-strewn beaches of Normandy in a valiant effort to break the Atlantic Wall. Mask, Fins & Knife provides a detailed look at the early equipment from the LARU rebreather, Pirelli and Draeger closed-circuit diving rigs to the advent of the Aqua-Lung. Heavily illustrated with over twenty-five + photographs and with information gathered from official U.S. Navy Diving Manuals, various other histories and sources, Mask, Fins & Knife is the only book of its kind that explains the true history of the underwater equipment used by the “Naked Warrior” of World War II to today’s modern SEAL.< Less
A piano, a well-worn trunk of theatrical props, and an audience's imagination transform virtually any performance space into a musical evening at the Bakery of Poets. The establishment's proprietor... More > and our narrator, Ragueneau, sets the stage for the tale of the fair Roxane as three very different men attempt to woo her.
"Ambition and deceit we'll see, romance and battle too. In short, we'll see the stuff of life...and death before we're through."
"My Fair Roxane" combines verse, dialogue and song as the musical of Edmond Rostand's "Les Romanesques" ("The Fantasticks") did to weave its intimate magic. While "Cyrano de Bergergac" had a much larger cast than its companion piece, its most memorable scenes are played by a smaller ensemble, placing the human above the heroic and demonstrating Rostand's genius for stinging plot reversals that have helped fuel romantic comedies for more than a century.
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A piano, a well-worn trunk of theatrical props, and an audience's imagination transform virtually any performance space into a musical evening at the Bakery of Poets. The establishment's proprietor... More > and our narrator, Ragueneau, sets the stage for the tale of the fair Roxane as three very different men attempt to woo her.
"Ambition and deceit we'll see, romance and battle too. In short, we'll see the stuff of life...and death before we're through."
"My Fair Roxane" combines verse, dialogue and song as the musical of Edmond Rostand's "Les Romanesques" ("The Fantasticks") did to weave its intimate magic. While "Cyrano de Bergergac" had a much larger cast than its companion piece, its most memorable scenes are played by a smaller ensemble, placing the human above the heroic and demonstrating Rostand's genius for stinging plot reversals that have helped fuel romantic comedies for more than a century.
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The poisoned will and a fog set upon the reaches were a time to war and what may come of the fairer races. Dwarven strongholds and through the southern lands of the pixie where all their magic is... More > set an underground kingdom could this be to a single grain of sand.
The great tree will grow again to a time when men were little and far between and the women left to carry the burden of this war.
I do not remember when the tree was whole or when it stood so tall but here to see it cleaved at the trunk and its people like the fruit left to rot in the colder sands.
I don't remember many things as I used to or the way was the color in that little girl's hair yet there she stood waiting for me to know how this all would play out. My people, this fruit, or anything left for this rotten world is man, the short ones who live in the east and make money on the backs of the proud native. Death has all that is time left to be and this covering is slow to find what we really must become.< Less
The poisoned will and a fog set upon the reaches were a time to war and what may come of the fairer races. Dwarven strongholds and through the southern lands of the pixie where all their magic is... More > set an underground kingdom could this be to a single grain of sand.
The great tree will grow again to a time when men were little and far between and the women left to carry the burden of this war.
I do not remember when the tree was whole or when it stood so tall but here to see it cleaved at the trunk and its people like the fruit left to rot in the colder sands.
I don't remember many things as I used to or the way was the color in that little girl's hair yet there she stood waiting for me to know how this all would play out. My people, this fruit, or anything left for this rotten world is man, the short ones who live in the east and make money on the backs of the proud native. Death has all that is time left to be and this covering is slow to find what we really must become.< Less
