My name is OMalleyBoots to the family I adopted when they moved into the military quarters at Ft. Totten, New York, that had been my familys ancestral home for many generations. This is the story of one of our many adventures together. It was the Friday after Thanksgiving, and Dad had convinced Mom to take the children into New York City to see Santa Claus. I was left alone for the day, which suited me just fine until an uninvited Christmas guest fell three stories down the chimney of the living room fireplace. It was a young, frightened and very sooty squirrel that the family later named Christopher. Since he was such a young one, I watched quietly as he ate the popcorn garlands off the artificial tree that the children has insisted be put up on Thanksgiving, chewed the corners of several packages under the tree, and generally tracked soot over most of the first floor of the quarters. As the man of the house, I then took action against the thoughtless little intruder. In the spirit of the season, no squirrels were harmed during my writing of this book, but I did scare the little fellow. When my family returned, at first they thought I was the culprit, but then I became the family hero.
Historic sites and houses represent the essence of who we are. The preservation of our history through accurate interpretation is an important aspect of keeping these sites alive. This book provides multiple interpretations of the same historic house and its evolution from deterioration to dismantlement and reconstruction at a new site and the importance of its current location to American history, as well as insight into the lives of the women involved in the history of the eras in which it was built and later reconstructed.
My name is OMalleyBoots to the family I adopted when they moved into the military quarters at Ft. Totten, New York, that had been my familys ancestral home for many generations. This is the story of another one of our many adventures together. I had never ventured far from home, but thanks to Sandy, the youngest member of the family, I was able to enjoy one of the Most Important Days of my life. I was secreted away in Sandys backpack and taken on a trip to the United States Military Academy at West Point, New York to attend a football game. He knew that I love to march to military music, since I practice with the children in my family and their friends every Saturday morning on the parade ground in front of our house. Most cats do not get involved with that type of activity, but for me it is an absolutely thrilling experience. Once we arrived at West Point, I met Colonel, another military cat, who was kind enough to show me around and to explain some of the history of the Academy. He also provided the opportunity to take part in my favorite activity. This was a truly inspiring day and reminded me of the sacrifices that so many young people make to serve our Country in order to ensure that we continue to enjoy all of the freedom that we often take for granted.
My name is OMalleyBoots to the family I adopted when they moved into the military quarters at Ft. Totten, New York, that had been my familys ancestral home for many generations. This is the story of one of our many adventures together. It was the Friday after Thanksgiving, and Dad had convinced Mom to take the children into New York City to see Santa Claus. I was left alone for the day, which suited me just fine until an uninvited Christmas guest fell three stories down the chimney of the living room fireplace. It was a young, frightened and very sooty squirrel that the family later named Christopher. Since he was such a young one, I watched quietly as he ate the popcorn garlands off the artificial tree that the children has insisted be put up on Thanksgiving, chewed the corners of several packages under the tree, and generally tracked soot over most of the first floor of the quarters. As the man of the house, I then took action against the thoughtless little intruder. In the spirit of the season, no squirrels were harmed during my writing of this book, but I did scare the little fellow. When my family returned, at first they thought I was the culprit, but then I became the family hero.
My name is OMalleyBoots to the family I adopted when they moved into the military quarters at Ft. Totten, New York, that had been my familys ancestral home for many generations. This is the story of another one of our many adventures together. I had never ventured far from home, but thanks to Sandy, the youngest member of the family, I was able to enjoy one of the Most Important Days of my life. I was secreted away in Sandys backpack and taken on a trip to the United States Military Academy at West Point, New York to attend a football game. He knew that I love to march to military music, since I practice with the children in my family and their friends every Saturday morning on the parade ground in front of our house. Most cats do not get involved with that type of activity, but for me it is an absolutely thrilling experience. Once we arrived at West Point, I met Colonel, another military cat, who was kind enough to show me around and to explain some of the history of the Academy. He also provided the opportunity to take part in my favorite activity. This was a truly inspiring day and reminded me of the sacrifices that so many young people make to serve our Country in order to ensure that we continue to enjoy all of the freedom that we often take for granted.
Historic sites and houses represent the essence of who we are. The preservation of our history through accurate interpretation is an important aspect of keeping these sites alive. This book provides multiple interpretations of the same historic house and its evolution from deterioration to dismantlement and reconstruction at a new site and the importance of its current location to American history, as well as insight into the lives of the women involved in the history of the eras in which it was built and later reconstructed.
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