Dotty's theme for September

This is the spot of my blog where every month, there is a new theme.
THIS MONTH'S THEME:

Cupcakes!

And I know the best place to get them too: Saint Cupcake! That is where my awesome Aunt works, and my dad did a painting for them! He also wrote this story that, if you go to Saint Cupcake, you'll see painted on the wall:

The Story of St. Cupcake
The Story of St. Cupcake is not widely known. But those who remember it savor the tale like the aroma of warm cinnamon rolls on a crisp fall day. She was known as "the Baker's Daughter" in the quiet Northern town where she lived. Not a morning passed without the sight of the young woman, standing outside her shop in a cloud of flour, passing out freshly baked cookies to children on their way to school. Her Holiday Pie Parade had local families dancing in the streets. Her monthly Muffin Brigade delivered sweet comfort to the less fortunate.

Over the years, the generosity of the Baker's Daughter grew, as did her connection to the townspeople she served. Heartbroken souls found closure after tasting her bittersweet chocolate cookies. Anxious folk were soothed by her calming fruit cobblers. Listless laborers gathered strength from her eye-opening coffee cakes.

But the icing on the cake occurred when a young girl, long considered the town mute, was offered a pumpkin-spice cupcake by the Baker's Daughter. The entire town gasped as she took several bites, grinned widely and uttered her very first word: “Sweet!” It is said that this single event transformed a humble baker's daughter into Saint Cupcake, the Patron Saint of Sweet. Today, devoted followers claim that she continues to work miracles in this very bakery. Here you will find that there still is plenty of goodness to go around.

Just take a bite and believe.

Dotty's reports and stories

FROM THE OLD CHESTNUT TREE>

THIS IS A BOOK REPORT I DID IN 5TH GRADE! IT'S ABOUT A FAMOUS JAZZ MUSICIAN (He is my favorite)


CHARLIE PARKER
By Sophie
Charlie Parker was born in 1920 on August 29, in Kansas. His dad was seeking jobs as a song and dance man, when he moved his family to Kansas City to find work there. Unable to find work there, his father moved to go work on the railroad. He had to travel long distances so he was gone a lot of the time. In the end Charlie’s dad left altogether and his mother had to provide for two of them. Sometimes she worked 2 or 3 jobs to help Charlie get what he needed or wanted. But when she worked at night, Charlie would go and listen to jazz around town. He started playing the saxophone when he was 12 when his mother gave him his first sax in 1931. And then when he was 14 he joined his first band. Because he did not have teachers he had trouble playing the music but he kept on practicing, he memorized songs from Lester young and eventually he mastered the music. He made his first recording in 1941 and people loved him. Then he made his biggest recording in1944. One of his quotes was don’t play the sax let it play you. And if you don’t live it it won’t come out your horn. His nickname was yard bird because he was always found in the yard outside listening to the bands inside a jazz club. He was too young to go in the club so he practiced outside with his sax. He said that his cousin could not say Charlie but yarlie instead so he got called the nickname. Then when he went to high school he was different from the others, he practiced his sax everyday preparing for his performance in swing bands. Then he would go to jazz clubs and listen to them at night. Charlie Parker was a genius in bebop and was great at songs on the sax. Soon other jazz musicians liked to play along with Charlie, to this day much of the Jazz language came from Charlie Parker. THIS IS A STORY I WROTE!

The Old Chestnut Tree BY SOPHIE

It was summer once more. "Yes!" I said, as I ran outside onto the cool wet grass. I loved summer because I got to play in my chestnut tree.

The chestnut tree was fun because I knew that it had been there for many years and that other kids surely played on it before me. They probably did the same things with it too, used the chestnuts to make little characters, those kinds of things.

It had an old swing connected to it, hanging from a wobbly branch that should be fixed. But I loved that tree so much that I didn't care. Every summer I would climb it all the way to the top. There weren't any chestnuts at that time because they only were growing in the fall, but it was still fun without them.

So today I was out again, playing on it. I always thought about things better when I was on that tree, and today I thought of Summer.

Today was a perfect day to be out. The sun was out and shining, the lake was glittering, and the birds were singing. But today I saw something different about the tree. When I climbed on it, it creaked and swayed. I was curious, but before I could inspect anything, my mother called: "Julie! Dinner!"

In the middle of dinner I stopped eating and said, "I think something is wrong with the tree." My mom looked up, then my dad. "We know." they said. "It's an old tree, and its…" my mom trailed off. "Dying." she said. I stopped. "What? It can't be! It's been alive for years!" I was devastated.

How could this happen? I thought as I walked up the stairs. I knew that now it could be dangerous to play in the tree. But what could I do?

The next day, my mom told me the most horrifying thing ever. "We must cut down the tree." I was shocked. "What? No!" I said. "We can't let it fall down unexpectedly on our house Julie!" It was true. It was right next to our house, and could kill us.

So later that day, I heard a lot of banging, and sawing, and soon I heard a loud bang that shook the house. I looked out the window and saw the horrible scene of my favorite tree being taken away in a big truck. I felt tears streaming down my face.

The next day, I was at the library, when I saw a book laying on the return counter. It was called: All About Chestnuts And Chestnut Trees. I grabbed it and thanked God for my luck.

When I got home, I read some of the book, and it was helping me feel better! I read a little everyday, and of course I didn't just forget about my tree, but I did stop thinking about it ALL the time.

Over the week my tree got cut down, I tried to think of things to do. I was aching to climb my tree, it was like a hunger.

Then 2 days later, I was reading my book when, I started to think: What would fill the space by our house? Then I heard my mother's voice. "Julie honey, we have a surprise for you!"

So I went downstairs. My mother and father were sitting on the couch. I went over and sat next to them. They handed me a flowerpot full of dirt, and it was labeled: CHESTNUT TREE.I knew it wouldn't grow for a while, but I felt a big grin break across my face.

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Dotty's theme for November

It's once again time for a the new theme of the month! And this months theme is...

BaNdS AnD SiNgErS!


The theme for the month will not always be related to the holiday that is coming, so I thought it would be fun if I did the theme for November BANDS! So here are some great ROCK, JAZZ, AND LOTS OF OTHER KINDS OF BANDS!

THE BANDS YOU SEE PICTURES OF ARE...

ABBA
THE RAMONES
VERTICAL HORIZON
MIRANDA COSGROVE
THE BEATLES
SCHOOL OF ROCK