Gianna is an Italian name with two meanings: "God is gracious" or "The Lord is gracious."This is a story of life in the deep South. Helen (Granny) Wallace faces many trials and tribulations, but through the little country church that means so much to her she never loses her faith. Johnny, her only son, also faces hardships that turn his life upside down for many years. Their worlds change when a little girl comes into their lives.This book is inspired by a script I wrote and decided to turn into a book because I love the story. Being born and raised in Irvine, Kentucky, a lot of the story holds true. I didn't grow up poor, but I sure could relate to a lot of folks who were. This is just a story of life with a happy ending; I hope everyone has a happy ending as well.
Tales From Inside the Outhouse is Mamie Jean Calvert's first book. Being raised in the hill and hollers of Kentucky made the writing easy. Mamie Jean hopes you enjoy this book as much as she enjoyed writing it. Just some of the fun tales; if you ever used an outhouse you will get the feel...and smell. This is a funny little book for your bathroom or wherever you like to read. Will be coming out soon with Tales 2. Always remember: Laughter is the best medicine you can buy.
Based on a true story, an unsolved murder has stumped a small-town sheriff for years...but when young women start turning up dead, killed in the same grisly way as that previous crime, the Sherriff starts pointing the finger at Agent Houston, the new guy in town.
"I asked the 12-year-old I once was what he would have done in my place... And like a flash, that child told me: I want to open a restaurant with Grandma. She is the reason I've always wanted to pursue this profession." Merci Mamie is a story of love, cooking, and sharing. In this heartwarming tribute to his French grandmothers, celebrated chef Jean Imbert shares 70 timeless recipes, served countless times at Sunday family meals: lemon chicken, creme caramel, beef bourguignon, zucchini terrine, pound cake spread with butter... At the age of 10, Jean Imbert "opened a restaurant" at home and played chef for his family. At 22, he launched his first restaurant, and at 30, he won Season 3 of Top Chef: France. In 2019 he opened Mamie by Jean Imbert in the 16th arrondissement alongside his charismatic grandmother, Nicole. Today, he is the Chef at the Plaza Ath n e, succeeding Alain Ducasse, and owns several restaurants in Paris and the United States.
eloge funebre du R. P. Marie-Jean-Baptiste Muard, ... prononce dans l'eglise de Pontigny, le 11 juillet 1854, par le R. P. L.-F. Masse, ...Date de l'edition originale: 1854Sujet de l'ouvrage: MuardAppartient a l'ensemble documentaire: Bourgogn1Ce livre est la reproduction fidele d'une oeuvre publiee avant 1920 et fait partie d'une collection de livres reimprimes a la demande editee par Hachette Livre, dans le cadre d'un partenariat avec la Bibliotheque nationale de France, offrant l'opportunite d'acceder a des ouvrages anciens et souvent rares issus des fonds patrimoniaux de la BnF.Les oeuvres faisant partie de cette collection ont ete numerisees par la BnF et sont presentes sur Gallica, sa bibliotheque numerique.En entreprenant de redonner vie a ces ouvrages au travers d'une collection de livres reimprimes a la demande, nous leur donnons la possibilite de rencontrer un public elargi et participons a la transmission de connaissances et de savoirs parfois difficilement accessibles.Nous avons cherche a concilier la reproduction fidele d'un livre ancien a partir de sa version numerisee avec le souci d'un confort de lecture optimal. Nous esperons que les ouvrages de cette nouvelle collection vous apporteront entiere satisfaction.Pour plus d'informations, rendez-vous sur www.hachettebnf.fr
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With exhaustion taking a great toll on Jewel Seymour's youthful body, she crawled into bed. Jewel yawned, releasing most of the built-up tension from her body. As soon as her head hit the pillow however, Jewel's vivid dreams began to emerge.Before long, a land of beauty appeared in front of her. On a tropical island, a drawn-out beach with luminous white sand stretched out before her feet. While walking down this expansive coastline, Jewel could feel the humidity with the scent of the seawater borne on the evening breeze. Despite how warm the setting sun felt on her face, her thoughts of peace and harmony quickly vanished with the approaching young lady.Jewel recognized her as Elizabeth Nettle, but instead of being eager to see her, the girl simply alarmed Jewel further. Her smile quickly vanished, replaced by an uneasy feeling. Suddenly a thick fog eerily flowed off the ocean with a dense mist that gradually crept over her feet and within minutes it reached her knees. When the fog enveloped the entire lower half of her body, Jewel experienced a sense of fear she had not felt since childhood. The approaching girl was no more than sixteen. Once Elizabeth was about three feet away, the girl opened her mouth. A swarm of flies poured out, streaming upwards. Jewel instinctively raised her arms to avoid the teeming insects, shielding her face, an action she mimicked in her sleep.She awoke with a start. Gasping for air as though she were drowning-with her heart racing, beads of sweat pearling across her forehead-Jewel knew this was another premonition. She sat up in bed and instinctively turned on the light. Glancing at the clock, she sighed in exasperation. Two in the morning She immediately turned off the lamp before settling back down.At thirty-one, Jewel thought her nightmares should be a thing of the past, but apparently, they were not. With new warning signs from the spirit world entering her psyche, Jewel was reminded that she possessed her own secret weapon of sorts-one that would undoubtedly save more lives.
The time soon approached for Sarah Neufeld to be marched up the few desolate steps where her fate would change her life forever. It was fortunate that her family had not bought into the hysteria that was launched by a few local girls. The Neufelds believed in their daughter's innocence-that Sarah could never have committed such distasteful wrongdoing-especially a sin that warranted this kind of punishment. In her youth, the only misdeed was spreading a few rumours. However, this new hysteria had traveled rampantly throughout the small town of Salem. News of her predicament had spread like a fierce, westerly wind on a cold September's day to announce fall's arrival. Unfortunately for Sarah's parents, they were unable to stop the onslaught of what the wind blew in this time. Nevertheless, once the rumours had begun, they were difficult to stop, especially since the local girls would have to admit to their own lies-terrible lies. And of course, this would no doubt discredit them. But far worse, their families would also have much to lose should word reach the good people of Salem of 'deception'-such lies-spread by their upstanding and respectable daughters. No, the girls had indeed kept silent-not willing or wishing to admit to any fault on their part that was indeed spurred on by their mother-a part that would cause such a sweeping outcome. Late Spring of the year of our Lord 1692, Sarah was to have the same fate delivered to her as what was recently given to others. Under the resentful gaze of the town folks, Sarah was marched up the very same steps her predecessors had scaled not long ago. What could Sarah, or for that matter her parents, do to stop such an excessive penance for what Sarah knew was totally false accusations on the part of 'those' girls, whom she once considered her companions? Worse still, "Why would Samantha not come to her defence either?" Sarah whispered while being escorted across the crude but effective, planked scaffold? Had Samantha not played into the ploy of the others, Sarah was almost certain her future would have looked quite different than what was being experienced currently. After rising that very morning though, Sarah recalled how she once felt safe and alive with dreams of growing up and marrying one day. Back then her only concern was being studious and spending time with her companions-the very same who now betrayed her when they ought to have come to her defence. Had Samantha not gone along with their lies, Sarah had reasoned that she too would have been freed or at the very least spared.While standing alone shivering on the platform with the wind blowing her garment relentlessly, Sarah managed to summon up her first day at school. It being a distant yet frightful event for her, meeting new children and not knowing what they expected of her was indeed frightful. Yet at present, it appeared seemingly quite mundane compared to what she now faced-for her real fear was saving her own neck.
