I've been helping TRQ go through old boxes, and we found one with a bunch of my old stuff. I even found a story written "by Ann Edwards, age 9."
I will publish in installments over the next few days. It's called "Sally's Birthday Present," and I have preserved it in its original form except for the paragraphing part.
Way back in the years of 1848 there was a pioneer girl named Sally Peterson.
"Tomorrow is my birthday! Tomorrow is my birthday!" Sally cried jumping up and down with delight.
Mrs. Peterson looked out of the small cabin at her daughter. Mrs. Peterson sighed knowing that Sally wasn't going to get anything for her birthday, for these were hard times.
"Sally," said Sally's mother in a trembling voice. "Come here. I've got to talk to you. You know how hard your Father works to get the few things we have. We're scraping the bottom of our corn barrel all ready. The corn and wheat has been flooded. [editor's note--I can't read my handwriting here, but it's probably something really touching.] We just won't be able to afford any presents or cake with icing. Do you understand Honey?"
"Oh Sally by the way would you go get some water?"
Sally walked out of the door with the hedges creeping. [I think I meant to say "hinges creaking" but who knows what descriptive details linger in the minds of fourth-grade creative writers?] When the door banged, Sally felt a hollow feeling creep over her. With salty tears rolling down her cheek she said, "Oh dear! I just don't think coming west was worth it!"
TO BE CONTINUED!
(Favorite detail: Sally's family is already scraping the bottom of the corn barrel.)
(Favorite sentence: "Oh dear! I just don't think coming west was worth it!_