Sunrise in Victorville
by Siobhan Weston
POEM: Cont'd from page 1.
What if I shrink to the size of a mouse,
What if there's a murderer in my house?
What if I catch an allergy to my favorite season,
What if someone turns me in for treason?
What if I'm exposed to gruesome gore,
What if I fall through a trap door?
What if my skin starts to decay,
What if I gamble all my money away?
What if I fall in a pit of quick sand,
What if someone cuts off my circulation with an Iron
band?
What if a tourcherist hacks away at my shin,
What if the floor caves in?
What if my insides swell up & dry,
What if I'm forced to consume a cow pie?
What if I knock my self out with whiskey,
What if I catch a fatal disease on my kidneys?
What if I'm mentioned in a negative roomer,
What if I get an orange sized tumor?
What if I have a failing blatter,
What if I fall off a twenty foot latter?
What if I get mauled by a grizzly'
What if I catch leprosy?
What if all ten of my fingers get knawed off by a
beaver,
What if I catch typhoid fever?
What if a drunk smashes a beer bottle over my head,
What if I awake with a dead decaying rat in my bed?
What if someone locks me in their shed,
What if I awake with a gun to my head?
What if I die in a sinking submarine,
What if I'm the guinea pig for the latest guillotine?
What if I've been framed by a shop lifter,
What if I run into a drunk bar hopper?
What if someone locks me in a pillory,
What if I turn into a hillbilly?
What if I die in a shipwreck,
What if I have to eat dinner with a red neck?
What if I become terribly sick,
What if I talk like a hick?
What if I get involved in a bar fight,
What if I go into a coma & lose my eyesight?
What if the sheriff think's I'm acting suspicious,
What if I become superstitious?
What if I drink flammable oils,
What if I awake covered in boils?
And I awoke the next mourning,
But awoke the next night to the whatifs singing.
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FAMILY HISTORY
Our ancestor, John Weston, was
born in Buchinghamshire, England in 1631. In 1644 he stowed away
on a ship bound for America. He would later become a ship captain
and make several voyages between the Colonies and England.
He lived in Salem, Massachusetts
until he was 21 when he moved to Reading. He helped found the Puritan
church in Reading. He was skilled at business and at writing sermons.
When he died, at 92, he was the biggest taxpayer in town.
If you, as my grand children,
want to know how you are related to John, he is your Great,
great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great Grandfather.
For the above information we
are indebted to Mary Jo McEwan of Olympia, WA who has made a remarkable
contribution to the Weston history. Her Mother, my cousin, was Mary
Elizabeth Weston.
FROM THE SHELF:
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stacks and albums.
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Brenna celebrates her 10th
birthday, earns straight A's on her report card and gets promoted to the
Honor Roll.
Way to go Brenna !
GRIFFITHS - Cont'd from first
page
Megan is playing club volleyball
and traveling around Florida and Alabama while keeping a 3.0 GPA.
Elizabeth is looking forward
to High School and honors algebra and geometry. She has decided on
drama vs. Spanish next. (Better talk to Erin about that!)
Shawn continues to raise the
bar as a pole vaulter and also recently won 2nd place in the history
fair for his report on the origin of elevators.
Scott Weston Griffith is planning
for the family to escape to California.
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