Update from my Other Websites

So, as many of you may know, Conservative Cornerstones is not my only website! I have built a few others that I post regularly on, yet don’t worry. Conservative Cornerstones is still my main site for my online activity. However, I thought I would give you the latest articles from my other sites. Enjoy!

A Visit From Relatives

In the Fighting Top

Autumn Time

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Quick Writing Update – Sneak Peek Preview!

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I’m continuing to write the first draft of my third novel. As previously stated, it is a historical fiction novel set around the turn of the century. This draft I plan to have completed around mid-December. There is a YouTube video close to being published that gives a little tid bit of information on one of the scenes I’ve written, yet I thought I would post a story snippet also below! This comes from Chapter 3, and keep in mind, it’s a first draft!

.     Breakfast consisted of hot popovers, a dish called “toad in the hole”, toast, and mushrooms. It would have ordinarily been a wonderful breakfast, yet the children were anxious to be finished and making their way outside.
.     “Hurry up, Ellsworth,” said Brent half an hour later. “I was done ages ago.”
.     “I’m doing the best I can,” said Ellsworth. “Before we reach the seaside, you’ll all be wishing you had taken longer about breakfast.”
.     “I wonder if Father, Mother, and the others have reached the hospital yet,” said Heather.
.     “They probably have by now,” said Allison.
.     No one else said much about Mother and Father, as they were saying their prayers as instructed, and there wasn’t much else to say, and the more they could think about the outdoors, the less they would worry.
.     Breakfast finished, and a few last remarks said to the servants in an attempt to be polite, the children headed outside through the front door and into the gardens, taking a path that would lead them out to the hill country, and eventually to the seaside. Birds were singing close by, and the garden beds and flowers kept growing as though they hadn’t inkling about Mother’s illness. A few puddles still lay about from the previous night’s rain, yet they were quickly drying up, and most of the grass was now dry except for those areas that had remained in shade.
.     “I’m glad you talked the servants into packing a few sandwiches for our lunch,” said Christopher to Ellsworth. “It means we have all afternoon to be out, until tea-time, I suppose.”
.     “I rather think they don’t want us about,” said Ellsworth.
.     “There were very impolite to us if you ask me,” said Allison. “They treated us just as if we were all two years old.”
.     “Oh, it doesn’t matter,” said Ellsworth. “We should be fine until teatime, anyway.”
.     Bridget was feeling the bark of one of the garden trees, and Brent was trying to climb up its lowest branches. They stood for a few minutes there in the flower gardens, listening to the fountain splashing in the distance. Moss had grown around the base of the tree, and Bridget was just starting to pull at it when Ellsworth spoke up again.
.     “Let’s get started toward the seaside,” he said. “It will take us a few hours to get there, especially if we take a few breaks throughout. Besides,” lowering his voice a little, “I see that gardener in the distance, and he always seems grumpy around us – thinks we’re always messing up the garden beds.” He glanced at Bridget’s bit of work with the moss and began to wonder if the gardener was partially right. “Don’t pull the moss, Bridget,” he said aloud. “He might see it later and be annoyed with us all the more.”
.     They set out from the gardens, walking first at a very brisk pace. That is, it was the fastest Bridget could go without running, and it was somewhere around a comfortable, headstrong walk for Ellsworth, and somewhere in-between for the others. The gardens quickly disappeared behind them and looked much smaller, and before long, they were starting to ascend a few hills.
.     “At least we’re taking a more direct path this time,” said Ellsworth, and so they continued.
.     They stopped to rest three times along the way, and their last rest seemed to take some time, though as none of them had remembered to take a pocket watch along, they didn’t know for sure. All they could see was the sun slowly rising in the sky, though they had been instructed in times past not to look directly at it. There were a few streams that ran across the path they took, and they splashed their faces and waded their feet before moving on.
.     The smell of the sea eventually drew nearer, and finally, after crossing a ridge, they could see the sandy shore stretching out far below them. They found the same path they had gone down before and quickly descended, taking in the fresh sea air with deep, even breaths.
.     “Any sign of the others?” asked Heather as they came to the edge of the sand, taking their shoes and stockings back off to feel the sand with their toes.
.     “They don’t appear to be here, yet,” said Allison, “but those look like ships in the distance.”
.     “I think they wanted us to come to the harbor,” said Ellsworth, “but as I didn’t know how to get there, I thought we could follow it in from the beach.”
.     The sound of the waves could be heard lapping against the sandy shore, and they walked over to where they could pick up pebbles and rocks. They tried skipping them a few minutes and found that Ellsworth and Heather were the only two who were any good at it. Then, they set out to their right, keeping the beach to their left and walking along the sand. In the far distance, they could see many things that must have been the docks, and out at sea other small things that must have been the fishing ships, some of them probably quite large close up.
.     “It must be close to noon, now,” said Christopher. “I say, Ellsworth, what about that lunch that was packed us? We don’t have enough to share with the others, and I’m sure they’ll be eating something else on the docks.”
.     “Well, if you’re all ready for it,” said Ellsworth, “then I suppose we can have our dinner here.”
.     They opened the packs that had been sent them by the servants and divided the food up. There was enough for two sandwiches each, with extra bread and cheese and apples for any who needed more. After walking all that way and splashing their faces in water and playing in the sand, they were all quite hungry. Before they could stop themselves, they finished everything that they had brought along.

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Children’s Hour Biweekly

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Epilogue – The Williams House

Within a summer afternoon,
Among the blowing flowers,
Many young voices strike a tune,
With silver laughs like showers.
They sing and shout and laugh with glee
With much more fun to be.
Hark and listen to hear the sound,
Of all the little tones.
Remember times when you could bound,
O’er hills and dales and stones.
And if you are a little one,
Take time to leap and run!
There is a day to one day be,
When we are ushered in,
To unending moments of glee,
And no more times of sin.
Here, cheerful tones will rise and sing,
All praises to the King.
Remember then that all this life,
Is passing like a breath.
There is no time for any strife,
For soon there will be death.
But then if found in Christ you stand,
Your welcome will be grand!
~by Joshua A. Reynolds

The Magician’s Nephew; from Chapter 15: The End of this Story

.     There were of course all sorts of colored things in the bedroom; the colored counterpane on the bed, the wallpaper, the sunlight from the window, and Mother’s pretty, pale blue dressing jacket. But the moment Digory took the Apple out of his pocket, all those things seemed to have scarcely any color at all. Every one of them, even the sunlight, looked faded and dingy. The brightness of the Apple threw strange lights on the ceiling. Nothing else was worth looking at: you couldn’t look at anything else. And the smell of the Apple of Youth was as if there was a window in the room that opened on Heaven.
.     “Oh, darling, how lovely,” said Digory’s Mother.
.     “You will eat it, won’t you? Please,” said Digory.
.     “I don’t know what the Doctor would say,” she answered. “But really – I almost feel as if I could.”
.     He peeled it and cut it up and gave it to her piece by piece.
. . .
.     Next morning when the Doctor made his usual visit, Digory leaned over the banisters to listen. He heard the Doctor come out with Aunt Letty and say:
.     “Miss Ketterley, this is the most extraordinary case I have known in my whole medical career. It is – it is like a miracle. I wouldn’t tell the little boy anything at present; we don’t want to raise any false hopes. But in my opinion-” then his voice became too low to hear.
. . .
.     About a week after this it was quite certain that Digory’s Mother was getting better. About a fortnight later she was able to sit out in the garden. And a month later that whole house had become a different place. Aunt Letty did everything that Mother liked; windows were opened, frowsy curtains were drawn back to brighten up the rooms, there were new flowers everywhere, and nicer things to eat, and the old piano was tuned and Mother took up her singing again, and had such games with Digory and Polly that Aunt Letty would say “I declare, Mabel, you’re the biggest baby of the three.”
~By C.S. Lewis

from Five Children and It

My Lamb, you are so very small,
You have not learned to read at all;
Yet never a printed book withstands
The urgence of your dimpled hands.
So, though this book is for yourself,
Let mother keep it on the shelf
Till you can read. O days that pass,
That day will come too soon, alas!
~By E. Nesbit

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Improving YouTube a Little

I’ve finally gotten around to redoing a video on who I am and what I believe, and I’ve been working to improve the quality of the videos as well. A lot goes into a well composited production! Also, if you want to stay up-to-date with what’s going on in my YouTube channel, you can check it out here and subscribe!

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Fall images of the Day

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As autumn time comes around again and the festivities begin, I thought I would take a few pictures of the state of our leaves right now. Now that we’ve gathered our firewood for the year, leaf blowing and raking comes next!

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Blog Post 101 – Thank You Subscribers!!!

Huzzah and three cheers for all of you!!!

Thanks

Thank you, thank you, thank you for everyone who has subscribed to my blog. This is my 101st blog post in 145 days since I began posting on June 12th. You have been a HUGE support as I have built my website this year!

I have learned a few things and am still in the process of learning a lot more. My YouTube channel is still suffering from beginner’s fails, yet I’m sticking at it until I can improve greatly upon it. I have also built several other websites that I am also blogging on, and you can find the list of these sites on my Read My Other Websites! page.

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Victorian Mansions / Manor Homes ~ English Country

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So, I’ve been researching english country homes and manors for the third book that I am writing, and below are a few of the pictures that I liked the most. Sorry that some of them are very small, but you still get the idea. I hope you enjoy!

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