Amazing Grace (Version 2)
ОМСК Amazing Grace That was the nickname Mr Slater gave to his daughter. Grace is her first name, and she is one of several daughters of the Slater family whose grandchildren & great-grandchildren number over 100. At that time of school, the Slater family numbered, I think, 8, although some had moved out and some were somewhere else too. They had a large old Victorian brick house in the charming town of Watkins Glen, the beautiful glen with countless waterfalls and a hike through the stone arches to the top. Not to mention Lake Seneca was a stone's throw from their house. The town was small with quaint churches and lovely old houses, but the Slater loved to play on the nerves of the neighbours. Once, when they had invited my 3 sisters and me to stay the night, we all went around, and John lit a match, put the flame part inside his mouth, knocked on the neighbour's window, and smiled with his teeth glowing. Another time, Paul and I shot caps at some basketball players nearby in the dead of night, and when they took after us, we ran full speed in real fear. Paul ducked behind a large bush near a brick church, and I ran around to hide with him, but as we were going full speed and Paul noticed I hadn't followed, we ended up hitting each other face-on with such force we landed backwards and sat down, rubbing our heads and laughing. Such were the happy days of the 1970s. Grace Slater now is one of the top sellers of Mary Kay cosmetics and wins a new pink Cadillac from the company every year. Her father was a salesman too, and the whole family, including us, was well used to talking to strangers and selling them religion. That is, the whole family went to Protestant sect churches, churches whose main goal was to get someone 'saved' at church or send out the marching armies to convert the world. Going door to door and nabbing innocent people for the purpose of salvation was simply cold duty. No wonder Grace, a naturally shy lady, did so well after years and years of training. While we were young and full of mischief, all 12 of us kids ran up the gorge to meet the parents at the top who were preparing a summer picnic of fried chicken, devilled eggs, potato salad, and chocolate cupcakes. Getting to the top, Grace and my older sister walked through a nearby cemetary. Grace picked up a stick, tapped each gravestone, and, in a commanding voice, said, "Margarette Jones, come forth!" and so on at all the gravestones. The Slaters unbelievably left for Florida. Deindustrialisation was creating poverty across New York State, and so the day came when they all headed to Florida to start from scratch. The girls only allowed 1 dress to be taken. Rare were our meetings afterwards. Grace got married the first time to a tall policeman with a grim mother. He used to drive her to the woods and, for fun, chase her around the car with a knife. And Paul, Paul shot himself in his parents' home after a spell of mental depression. That very morning, he had 'saved' a few more people with his religious talks.
ОМСК Amazing Grace That was the nickname Mr Slater gave to his daughter. Grace is her first name, and she is one of several daughters of the Slater family whose grandchildren & great-grandchildren number over 100. At that time of school, the Slater family numbered, I think, 8, although some had moved out and some were somewhere else too. They had a large old Victorian brick house in the charming town of Watkins Glen, the beautiful glen with countless waterfalls and a hike through the stone arches to the top. Not to mention Lake Seneca was a stone's throw from their house. The town was small with quaint churches and lovely old houses, but the Slater loved to play on the nerves of the neighbours. Once, when they had invited my 3 sisters and me to stay the night, we all went around, and John lit a match, put the flame part inside his mouth, knocked on the neighbour's window, and smiled with his teeth glowing. Another time, Paul and I shot caps at some basketball players nearby in the dead of night, and when they took after us, we ran full speed in real fear. Paul ducked behind a large bush near a brick church, and I ran around to hide with him, but as we were going full speed and Paul noticed I hadn't followed, we ended up hitting each other face-on with such force we landed backwards and sat down, rubbing our heads and laughing. Such were the happy days of the 1970s. Grace Slater now is one of the top sellers of Mary Kay cosmetics and wins a new pink Cadillac from the company every year. Her father was a salesman too, and the whole family, including us, was well used to talking to strangers and selling them religion. That is, the whole family went to Protestant sect churches, churches whose main goal was to get someone 'saved' at church or send out the marching armies to convert the world. Going door to door and nabbing innocent people for the purpose of salvation was simply cold duty. No wonder Grace, a naturally shy lady, did so well after years and years of training. While we were young and full of mischief, all 12 of us kids ran up the gorge to meet the parents at the top who were preparing a summer picnic of fried chicken, devilled eggs, potato salad, and chocolate cupcakes. Getting to the top, Grace and my older sister walked through a nearby cemetary. Grace picked up a stick, tapped each gravestone, and, in a commanding voice, said, "Margarette Jones, come forth!" and so on at all the gravestones. The Slaters unbelievably left for Florida. Deindustrialisation was creating poverty across New York State, and so the day came when they all headed to Florida to start from scratch. The girls only allowed 1 dress to be taken. Rare were our meetings afterwards. Grace got married the first time to a tall policeman with a grim mother. He used to drive her to the woods and, for fun, chase her around the car with a knife. And Paul, Paul shot himself in his parents' home after a spell of mental depression. That very morning, he had 'saved' a few more people with his religious talks.