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CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG
FOODS UP YOU FUCKERS
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@santafedreaming @davey-the-walking-mouth @blinkdiamond@ pair-a-new-shoes @cigar-stealing-redhead @finchlikethefuckingbird @brooklynsleader @i-dont-jo @romeothehomieo @crutchie69 @kat-plumber
is that everyone? if imissed anyone lemme knows and ill track em down
ORDER UP HOES
VIENI A PRENDERE IL TUO CIBO MENTRE FA CALDO MI AMICI WE GOTS PASTA N BREAD N NOT MUCH ELSE BUT FRIENDS!!!!
WE'SE GOT PLENTY A THOSE!!!!
EAT UP LOSERS <3
AND A VERY LOUD AND HAPPY CONGRATS TO KITTY FOR HER ARTICLE!!!!!!!!
#ay cara dio my feet hurt so bad after standin in the kitchen f so long#and also from the trek to brooklyn#wouldnt trade it for the world tho<3#if all the mouths get fed ise is happy#congrats again kathy wese real proud a ya!#zee's character bs
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https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=pPHurm0W-AY&pp=ygUNYnJhZCBtYXJjaGFuZA%3D%3D
Starts at 9:30. Brad made a passing joke that Sid got his black eye because he didn’t do the dishes so his wife smacked him. Definitely not being serious🤣
It seems he doesn't like Kathy either😭😂
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kevin and renee don’t have many big moments in the books i don’t think but there are some painfully domestic or sweet parts like during andrew’s stay in easthaven when kevin and renee (and nicky) slept together on the floor (which i’ve deluded myself into thinking is kevrenee content). also when she meets jean for the first time she has her arm locked with kevin’s :) and she’s the only fox kevin allows to hug him (or at least the first who tries) :) and her begging for his help when she was going to take jean… this is just off the top of my head but i believe they would be good because renee is very reliable and strong and i think when she lets more edge shine through kevin would be really enamored by her :)!
i know you have a catholic jean streak but i also love for kevin and renee a bonding moment because i believe kayleigh was catholic 🤏 my reasoning for this is that during the kathy interview neil notes kevin audibly praying under his breath (adorable to me). so i think she could also get him to reconnect with faith and the idea of a religious community as a whole…. renee is like if andrew was a better influence and a lot more charming
also hiii its dayurno 🖐️🖐️ SORRY ABOUT THE PREVIOUS ANON i was just like what if they think kevjeanee sucks actually and i should explode and die. but it wasnt the case yay! hello :D
ay dios mio... im slipping i should've remembered those i blame the jean brainrot he's pushing out the og trilogy. UR SO RIGHT. renee and jean meeting for the first time while renee and kevin have their arms linked is literally all the reasoning i need. i'm on board. kevjeanee is a FULL TRIANGLE
i am all for catholic Everyone. ESPECIALLY in the nest theres something delicious to me about them maintaining a belief system that simultaneously tells them that they deserve everything they're going through and it is all for the light at the end of the tunnel. if god is truly benevolent then why must i go through this for my happy ending. Whatever. kevin i think picked up catholicism actually kind of similar to renee vs jean "sunday mass his entire childhood" moreau bc kevin was much much much younger when he went to the nest like he was 6 at that point he wouldn't really remember kayleigh much less catholicism. which now i am thinking about kevin going to mass at psu and meeting renee there by accident. HELLOOOOOO
i've also got to thinking about kevjeanee housekeeping now & i know logically it would make the most sense for the moriyamas to give them a scary mafia accountant to a) make their taxes line up for the IRS and b) make sure jean and kevin aren't skimping the moriyamas any payments but this answers the age old jeanee question: if I'M dyslexic and YOU'RE dyslexic then WHO is doing the taxes!!!
#tumblr user dayurno... come sit with me we have many things to discuss#jean moreau chronic migraines do u agree?#kevjeanee#asks#kevin#jean#renee#opening this question to the floor. @ everyone#jean moreau chronic migraines???? discuss?????#once he becomes comfortable seeking care for injuries and health problems its over for every athletic trainer in a 3 mile radius of him#every three weeks his pro team is like: Jean Moreau (upper body) is out today and will be evaluated day-to-day#the upper body is without fail a migraine but hes being very brave about it
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@derrygirlstrash hello! So I saw your idea and I felt really inspired to write it!! So here you go! Hope you enjoy it, but also I’m going to apologise for my terrible attempt at trying to write characters from Derry, hopefully I used the Derry slang in right places and used them correctly, but sorry if I didn’t lol. It’s my first time attempting it and my first time writing something since March last year. And my first time writing anything Derry Girl related.
Anyway, enough about that, also big thanks to @sapphoren-is-my-drug for helping me with the bits I got stuck at :P I’ll probably also upload this to Ao3 later too :D
Derry Driving.
“Mammy please, someone’s gotta teach me how to do it,” Erin pleaded with her ma in the kitchen of the Quinn household.
“Aye and it won’t be me,” Mary replied as she cooked the family’s dinner for the night. Erin letting a huff of frustration out.
“What about daddy?” Erin asked, giving her dad a hopeful, pleading look.
“I’d love to sweetie, but I just don’t have the free time.”
“Why not? Why ye so busy?” Joe interjected.
“Because I have work Joe, what else do you think I do during the week?” Gerry asked.
“Nothing useful I bet, ye eejit,” he answered, Gerry just rolled his eyes and returned to reading the newspaper. He was lying however, he loved his daughter but he had heard horror stories from others who had attempted to teach her.
“So is there anyone here who can teach me how to drive?” Erin asked, she was getting desperate now.
“I can do it,” Joe chimed in. Anna was sitting on his lap, the two of them watching the tv together.
“Wise up Da, ye don’t even have a license anymore,” Mary spoke up before Erin could agree. She loved her Da but she knew he wasn’t the best person to teach Erin how to drive. “Oh I know who can teach ye.”
“Please do, because I’m all out of ideas Mammy.”
“Why not Kathy’s wain, he’s got his license,” Mary suggested, a hand on her hip and smile on her face as if it was the best idea since sliced bread.
Erin’s cheeks went the slightest shade of red at the suggestion. Instantly she was reminded of the kiss she shared with the wee English lad. Since then, the two of them hadn’t really progressed their relationship beyond being friends, though that was more her choice than his. But he was happy to wait until she was ready, that much she knew.
“Catch yourself on Mammy, James hasn’t even had his license for that long,” Erin scoffed. “I don’t think he’d even be allowed.”
“Well I don’t know who else can help, none of the driving instructors wanna help ye, on account that you’re terrible at driving.”
Erin gasped, did they all think that? Was she really that bad, her lip began to quiver a little. “Is that really what ye think Ma? That I’ll never be good enough to drive?”
“It’s not that Erin, it’s just… I just… I think ye need someone who…” Mary struggled to find the right words to explain to her daughter that she just didn’t have the patience or bravery to be in a car with her.
“No, it’s fine, I guess I’m just that much of a dose when it comes to driving,” Erin said, holding her head high, she wouldn’t forget this betrayal. “Well, seeing as James is my only option, can I call him?”
“Call him? At this time of night? Catch yourself on Erin, it’s far to expensive with everyone else making calls,” Mary answered.
“But Mammy, he’s my only choice now that ye don’t wanna help me,” she said, attempting to force some tears into her eyes.
“Aye, take pity on the poor critter Mary, she’s gotta learn some time ain’t she?” Joe chimed in. Mary sighed and Erin knew victory was in sight.
“I’ll be as quick as I can on the phone ma, promise!”
“Fine, but no more than ten minutes.”
“Ye the best Mammy,” Erin squealed with delight, running to give Mary a quick hug before running off to get on the phone.
“Lord give me strength,” Mary muttered under her breath.
Erin stood in the hallway of the Quinn family home, phone pressed to her ear, eagerly waiting for someone from the Mallon house to answer. After a few rings, someone finally answered.
“Aye, what ye want?” The familiar voice of Michelle answered.
“Michelle, evening, is James around?”
“JAMES? What ye wanting to speak to that dicko for?” Her friend yelled down the phone, Erin having to hold the phone away from her ear for a brief moment in an effort to protect herself from going deaf.
“I need his help with something.”
“Oh ye do, do ye? And what can that English perv help ye with?”
“I need his help with me driving, no one around here wants to help me with it.”
“Driving? Is that code for wanting to ride him? I forbid it Erin, it’s incest!” Michelle exclaimed loudly. Erin rolled her eyes, she and James hadn’t done anything close to romantic since their first kiss some time ago now.
“Catch yourself on Michelle, I need him to teach me how to drive a car as no one else in Derry wants to, not even the driving instructors.”
“Oh that’s bad craic Erin, bad craic indeed.”
“Aye I know, so please can you put James on the phone, I don’t have long till Mammy forces me to hang up.”
“Arch, fine… Oi dickhead! Phone call for ye!” Michelle yelled through the Mallon house. Erin guessed Michelle’s Ma and Da were out for the evening.
Rather quickly she heard James’ footsteps approaching.
“Who is it?”
“It’s the pope ye dick.”
“The pope?”
“Of course it ain’t the pope ye eejit, it’s Erin, she’s got something to ask ye, now don’t go being a perv or I’ll have to smack ye into next week.”
“Erin, hi, how are you?” The familiar English accent of her friend spoke, his voice totally not sending butterflies to her stomach.
“James, I’m cracker. I need a favour though.”
“Oh? What do you need?” He asked, sounding genuinely eager to help her with her problem.
“Well ye see, I need… could you… I need someone to teach me how to drive ye see.”
“Teach you to drive? Why me? I mean I’m flattered you’d ask me, but isn’t that why driving teachers exist?”
“Well, funny you say that, apparently none of them wanna teach me? Can ye believe that craic?”
He could believe it actually, but he wouldn’t tell her that.
“No, that’s rather strange.”
“Aye, but anyway, will ye be my hero?”
“Of course, for you, anything,” he said with a playful tone, but he couldn’t see the reaction it was giving her cheeks, she could feel the heat rising through her face.
“Cracker! I owe ye big time James, I do.”
“Nonsense Erin, it’s what friends are for isn’t it? Besides if you know how to drive I won’t have to help Michelle.”
“I heard that ye dicko, ye on yer way to earning a slap!” Erin heard Michelle yell out. She couldn’t help but smile.
“Well if I pass me test, I’ll take you out for an ice cream? That’d be class wouldn’t it?”
“Yeah, that’d be great Erin, so when do you want to do this?”
“How’s tomorrow sound? Say round ten in the mornin?”
“Yeah that works for me. Whose car would we use?” James asked. “I’m sure I could convince my aunt to let me borrow theirs.”
“Ach don’t worry bout it, I’m sure I can convince daddy to let me use his.”
“Alright, it’s sorted then, I’ll meet you at yours for ten then.”
“Aye, ye made me delighted, so I am,” she said, her face beaming with a smile.
“Alright, times up missy, now saunter,” Mary said, walking into the hallway.”
“Gotta go now James, say bye to Michelle for me would ye.”
“Sure thing, see you tomorrow,” he replied before the line went dead.
“So it’s sorted then?” Mary asked inquisitively.
“Aye Mammy, but I’m gonna need to borrow daddy’s car tomorrow… if I can… please…”
“Of course ye can.”
“Thanks Mammy,” Erin said happily and hugged Mary.
“Yer welcome, now get to the kitchen, dinners almost ready.”
The rest of the evening flew by for Erin and before she knew it, it was nearing ten in the morning. She chalked it down to being excited about getting to learn how to drive properly, with someone that would take the time to help her, unlike all those who thought it was too much of a hassle. Time definitely didn’t fly by because she was excited to spend time with the wee English fella, definitely not.
Quickly she went and checked the time on the big clock, almost ten she saw. A moment later she heard the knocking at the door and raced towards it, swinging it open to be greet by the comforting sight of curly hair and green eyes with a warm smile to boot.
“James, how are ye?”
“I’m good, thanks for asking, how are you? Ready to start driving?”
“Am I ever! I’m going with James now Mammy!” Erin yelled back into the house.
“Okay, watch yourself now,” Mary called back.
“So what’s the plan?” Erin asked as she closed the front door and walked with James to her daddy’s car.
“Well I was thinking I could take you to a quieter road or maybe a car park that isn’t being used, might make it easier without other drivers around to bring out any nerves,” he replied as they reached the car, Erin handing him the keys.
“Aye, that’s cracker James, maybe you ought to be a driving instructor?” She said and she got into the passenger seat at the same time as he got into the drivers seat.
“I have a feeling not many people around here would want an English man telling them what to do, even if it is how to drive a car.”
“Aye, you’re probably right.”
James proceeded to drive them to a car park in town, the two of them making easy conversation, luckily for them it was relatively empty, only a small handful of cars taking up some of the spaces, it would do perfectly for their first lesson.
“Alright, let’s swap seats,” James said, exiting the car. He waited until Erin was at the drivers side and in the seat, shutting the door for her before quickly walking over and getting into the passenger seat. “So first I have to ask, have you actually done any driving before.”
“Yes… well actually not really, ye see I’ve never managed to get it out of first gear. I always be stalling the car, so I do.”
“Right, okay, turn the car on then,” he instructed and she did as instructed. “Now, the trick is to let your foot slowly lift off the clutch until you feel it bite.”
“Bite? What ye mean let it bite?” Erin asked, but as she asked she let her foot lift from the clutch, causing the car to lurch forward, lucky the hand brake was still engaged, preventing them from moving. Erin let out a squeal. “Ach, you must think I’m a right eejit.”
“Hardly,” he said, sounding rather calm she thought. “Took me multiple attempts before I stopped stalling. Let’s try again, but slowly lift your foot, once you feel the car wanting to move forward, gently press down on the accelerator,” he said gently, she smiled nervously at him, how was he so calm? Normally the driving instructor would be yelling at her by now.
Turning the key in the ignition again, the car revved to life. Taking a breath she thought on his words, softly spoken and calm, calm, that’s what she needed to be. Gently she began to lift her foot off the clutch, thinking in his words and to feel when the car wanted to move forward. She felt it, she began to smile and gently pushed her foot down on the accelerator. If the hand brake wasn’t engaged, she was sure they’d be moving.
“I did it!” She squealed in delight, clapping her hands. But in her excitement, her foot lifted from the clutch, causing the car to stall and lurch forward once again. “Fuck, shite, I’m sorry.”
James couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s fine Erin, want to try it again but with the handbrake off?”
“Absolutely, so I do, this is cracker James, you’re pretty good at this teaching thing,” she said, flashing him a smile. She could’ve sworn she saw his cheeks flaring up a little at the compliment.
“Yeah… um… right, let’s try this again, we’ll just try to move into that next space across from us,” he said, pointing to the parking space right in front of them.
“Right,” Erin nodded and turned the car on again. Once again she followed what James had told her. But the car wasn’t moving. “It’s not moving James!”
“You have to put the handbrake back down,” he told her.
“Oh, right, so I do, well I’m broke,” she laughed nervously.
“Ah it’s okay, it happens, here I’ll help,” he said, reaching for the handbrake. But as he did, so did she without seeing. Their hands soon collided. They were always so warm, his hands, it’s why she always wanted to grab them when she was having a cack attack.
“Sorry, go ahead,” he told her, pulling his hands back and placing them in his lap.
“Right,” she nodded, the car still running, she disengaged the handbrake and once again, she lifted her left foot until she felt the car bite, but this time it started moving forward, albeit, very slowly. So gently she pushed down with her right foot, the car very slowly gaining speed. “I did it! I actually did it!” Erin exclaimed happily.
“Congratulations,” James said proudly. “Now, the more you lift your foot off the clutch, the more you put your foot down on the accelerator, I hope I’m making sense.”
“Aye, I think I get ye,” she replied honestly. This driving thing wasn’t so bad after all she thought.
“Okay, now stop,” James instructed as they reached the next spot.
“Ach, why stop now, I think I’ve got the hang of it.”
“Okay, only if you’re sure, let’s try moving into second gear,” he said. “You know how to do that?”
“Aye, I think so, move the stick thingy into the number two spot yeah?”
“Yep, that’s it. We’ll stick two staying in second gear for now,” he said gently, his eyes then went wide. “Um Erin, you need to turn now.”
“Turn, what ye mean?”
“The steering wheel, turn it!” He said, a little more panicked. His slightly panicking made her panic too.
“Shit! We’re gonna crash!” Erin cried as they approached the small stone wall. “James help!”
Quickly James grabbed onto the steering wheel; attempting to turn it, but Erin’s hands had gripped it with vice-like strength. So he went for the next best option and yanked the handbrake up. But by then it was too late, sure they weren’t going fast, but fast enough that her daddy’s car gently hit the stone wall as the car lurched forward as it stalled, due to Erin not putting her foot back down on the clutch as the car came to a stop.
“Shit, shit, shit! Oh no, me Mammys gonna kill me now. I’m such an eejit, I’ve ruined daddy’s car!” Erin began to sob.
“Hey, it’s alright, I think it was just the bumper, likely there isn’t any damage as we hit it with a very low speed,” James said, hoping to make her feel better about the tiny little accident. It didn’t work, she continued to cry.
He gently put a hand on her shoulder, rubbing it in a comforting manner.
“It’ll be alright Erin, if anyone notices I’ll tell them it was me that caused the damage,” he said, his green eyes looking into hers as she turned to look at him.
“You’d do that? For me? Wise up James, no one would ever believe that.” He shrugged his shoulders.
“Well they can’t prove you did it either. You know, you did really well, like really really well, especially for someone who's never gotten it out of first gear before.”
“Ye really think that?” She said, her tears slowly subsiding.
“I really do,” he replied, his smile making her feel warm and safe. She saw his hand raising up towards her cheek, she wasn’t sure what he was planning to do with it. But before she could think about it anymore, his thumb gently wiped away a tear. She practically leaned her head into his soft warm hand.
“There, all better?” He asked. His eyes looking into hers, deeply looking into hers. She smiled at him and before one could say fuckadoodle do, they leaned and and their lips were pressing against each other again.
A wave of feelings crashed through them, memories of their first kiss rushing through their minds, though this time it was James who had her cheeks gently placed into his hands. And it was James who began to deepen the kiss.
Erin felt over the moon, here she was, snogging one of her best friends. She knew she should stop, she knew she shouldn’t be kissing James, Michelle’s cousin. But she didn’t want to, she had never felt this happy, her stomach felt like it was literally doing back flips inside of her and in an attempt to deepen this kiss, she opened her mouth ever so slightly, with James leaning further over to her side.
But suddenly there was the loud, disturbing and distracting sound of the car's horn beeping loudly. In an attempt to allow James to deepen this kiss, she had accidentally leant on the car's horn. And in her fright, she accidentally bit down on James’ bottom lip as she pulled herself back.
“Shit! Oh fuck, ow!” James cried out as he fell back.
“James! Shit, I’m so sorry, shit! I’m such an eejit!” Erin yelled. She had gone from feeling on top of the world to absolute crap in the span of seconds. Across from her, James sat, holding his lip in pain as it bled out, she just hoped he was okay and that no blood had gotten on to the seats, her Mammy would kill her.
In a panic, she took off her jumper and shoved it into James lap.
“Use it to stop blood from getting everywhere. Shit, I’m so sorry James.”
“It’s okay, really,” he said, as he gladly took her jumper which just happened to be red as well and held it up to his lip that was bleeding profusely. But as much as it hurt, he couldn’t help but laugh.
“It’s not funny James,” Erin cried. She was feeling broke to the bone again and just plain awful.
“No, it really is okay, you didn’t do it on purpose,” he said, trying to make her feel better. “We must be destined to having something loud interrupt us when we kiss, I’m just glad it wasn’t Michelle this time,” he said with a light teasing tone.
“I… I guess ye right,” she replied and sighed. “I think, I don’t think we’re ready for this yet.”
“Yeah, I think so too, but I’ll still wait for you,” he said, gently taking her hand into his.
“I know ye will James, I know ye will. One day though, one day,” she said and smiled at him.
“Yeah, one day. I think we should head back now though.”
“No, not yet, can ye… can we stay like this, just a little longer?” She asked, enjoying how his thumb was gently caressing over the top of her hand.
“For you Erin, I would do anything.”
Fin
Hope you all enjoyed it!
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Eurovision 1996: The actual result
Even the scoreboard changed in 1996 - it went all virtual, lowered into place by virtual cranes on virtual chains. Poor Ingvild Bryn was sealed into a Chroma keyed room and told she wasn't going to be let out until all the scores were delivered and verified.
Here's the result and your spoiler warning for the result of the 1996 Eurovision song contest...
Yes they did it again. Ireland won for the fourth time in five years. Somehow this statistic often gets left out in the rush to say they won three times in a row, but four in five is even better. They did it by repeating their trick. Having seen Norway steal their clothes in 1995, RTÉ and the jury of Eurosong 1996 (the Irish one) weren't going to let that pass. They sent a very mystical, even more Celtic paean to peace and momentous times in history.
The host performed well in second with Sweden continuing to challenge in third. Croatia (4th), Estonia (5th) and Portugal (6th) got their best results in Eurovision, but really Ireland and Eimear Quinn ran away with this one. It wasn't even close.
Here's the result in full.
Ireland - Eimear Quinn - "The Voice"
Norway - Elisabeth Andreassen - "I evighet"
Sweden - One More Time - "Den vilda"
Croatia - Maja Blagdan - "Sveta ljubav"
Estonia - Maarja-Liis Ilus and Ivo Linna - "Kaelakee hääl"
Portugal - Lúcia Moniz - "O meu coração não tem cor"
Netherlands - Maxine and Franklin Brown - "De eerste keer"
United Kingdom - Gina G - "Ooh Aah... Just a Little Bit"
Cyprus - Constantinos - "Mono gia mas"
Malta - Miriam Christine - "In a Woman's Heart"
Austria - George Nussbaumer - "Weil's dr guat got"
Turkey - Şebnem Paker - "Beşinci Mevsim"
Iceland - Anna Mjöll - "Sjúbídú"
Greece - Marianna Efstratiou - "Emis forame to himona anixiatika"
Poland - Kasia Kowalska - "Chcę znać swój grzech..."
Switzerland - Kathy Leander - "Mon cœur l'aime"
Belgium - Lisa del Bo - "Liefde is een kaartspel"
Slovakia - Marcel Palonder - "Kým nás máš"
France - Dan Ar Braz and l'Héritage des Celtes - "Diwanit bugale"
Spain - Antonio Carbonell - "¡Ay, qué deseo!"
Slovenia - Regina - "Dan najlepših sanj"
Bosnia & Herzegovina - Amila Glamočak - "Za našu ljubav"
Finland - Jasmine - "Niin kaunis on taivas"
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@gigaton-hammer liked for a starter (that's, well, probably not Garchomp again)
"..." Kathy was off to the side, watching this Tinkaton do its thing as her Sylveon decided to approach it. "I really shouldn't be doing this, but if she really wants to make friends this way, I guess...."
Meanwhile, Sylveon just strutted on over to Tinkaton as if it had not a single care in the world. It didn't look like she was here to pick a fight but....
"Aye yo! Girlie with the hammer! Yeah, I'm talking to you." Fairy Goon Leader Sylveon seemed slightly aggressive, but that may be just the way she talks. "... That's a nice fucking hammer you got there. You built that shit yourself?"
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I like Kathy and Eric! Ay think the idea of a sexy golden stage man who can have it all and a super sweet yet protective girl is a fun trope! Can ay ask ya for headcanons of them?
The way you said ay instead of I is funny to me
They met when Kathy was helping out at one of the inns eric was staying at
Kathy always makes sure eric has breakfast, she doesn't care if he's late, he always needs to eat
She handles all the fan mail he gets and throws out all the love letters lol
Eric does Kathy's have before bed
Kathy: Eric, that shirt doesn't go with those pants, eric, etf are you doing?
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The Journey of Living at Downton
Chapter 44: January to Early May 1925
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Emma, Tom, Ivy and Michael all stay long enough for Marigold's second birthday but the first at Downton and by late January, they're off to Boston while Atticus and Rose leave shortly after.
Emma, three months pregnant, staggers off the ship, one hand clasped to her mouth while the other holds Ivy's hand. Tom follows with Michael and a suitcase.
"Oh, Christ," Emma mutters wincing, now glad to be on solid ground. The cold temporarily distracts her from her nausea. Why did no one tell her winters in Boston are absolutely freezing?!
"Mama not well?" She hears Michael ask.
"She'll be fine," Tom reassures their son, as he places him down and then grips his hand tightly. "Boat was a bit much for her, that's all." He sounds calm but flashes Emma a concerned look to which Emma swallows and tries to give him a reassuring smile.
"Tommy! Tommy Branson!"
Emma looks up, scanning the dock for the owner of the voice and finds a wiry, dark-haired fellow coming bearing down on them, bustling through the crowds and waving heartily, a big, welcoming smile on his face.
"You made it then?" He greets them.
"Aye, we did. It's good to see you, Patrick." Tom says, breaking into an answering smile.
"You too, cousin, you too." Patrick replies, pumping Tom's hand enthusiastically.
Tom gestures to Emma with the suitcase. "This my wife, Emma."
Emma presses on a smile and holds out her hand politely. "How do you do, Cousin Patrick."
Patrick's eyes widen, but he takes her hand and shakes it. "Jaysus, you really married a proper English lady, eh, Tommy? 'How do you do'?"
Emma clenches her jaw, alert to any suggestion that Tom's cousin might be making fun of her even as they'd only just stepped onto American soil.
Patrick looks down smiling at Ivy and Michael, who are staring up at him with wide eyes. "And who do we have here?"
"This is our daughter, Ivy and our son, Michael. Michael, Ivy, this is Cousin Patrick." Tom says, making the introductions.
"Hello." Ivy says while Michael stares on shyly. Emma narrows her eyes at Patrick's raised eyebrows once he hears her daughter's English accent.
"So, where's your luggage?" Patrick asks, peering around. "I'm guessing you didn't come over in steerage with just that one little suitcase you've got there."
"No, we have some trunks." Emma replies shortly. "We were going to come second class, but Robert wouldn't hear of it. It was his parting gift to upgrade us to first."
Patrick snorts. "Very nice too. But then I suppose that's what comes of living with rich aristos. You'll need to go to the luggage collection office then. It's just over there. I'll flag down a taxi while you're sorting it out. I'll see you out front in ten minutes."
With that, Patrick hustles off, leaving them standing on the quayside. Emma watches him go, a sliver of unease pricking at her as she wonders whether they are doing the right thing.
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They stay with Cousin Patrick, his wife Kathleen and kids Pat Junior, Kathy, Rose, Philip and Bridie for the first few weeks.
After spending the weekend getting used to their new surroundings, Tom is thrown into work as Patrick takes him to see the business. His cousin has a good set-up: a few shiny cars in the showroom and a garage out back with a couple of mechanics labouring under the bonnets of the cars in for repair.
In late January/early February, with Kathleen's help, they found a ground-floor flat available to rent not far from their cousin's house. It is long and thin, with a corridor running the length of it from the front door to the kitchen at the far end. Off the corridor were the parlour, the dining room, a tiny bathroom and two bedrooms, one large enough for a double bed and a wardrobe, the other big enough for two single beds and a few bits of furniture. Outside is a small private garden the children can play in. It was is far cry from the expansive grounds of Downton, but it gives them both a little bit of green space to enjoy.
It takes them a while before everything is settled in, Ivy with her school and Tom settling into his new job. Emma hasn't been able to apply to any nursing jobs, first. It is because they believed at least one parent should be at home, supporting the children as they settle into a new country and since Tom is the one already with a job, it makes sense Emma will take that role. Then, while Emma is only five or six months pregnant, they know hospitals would be reluctant to hire her (yay to female rights that do not exist) unlike Downton where she had been there a good while beforehand.
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What's interesting about travelling back in time is getting used to the different modes of communication. When you travel to early 20th century Yorkshire, you're faced with writing letters. Emma thankfully didn't have to write any letters at first as everyone she knew was a short walk away or living in the same house as her, so she was not faced with having to write any nor experience how slow it is compared to texting. Then, when in London, Gemma sent her a letter regaling her in life at Downton for those left behind and Emma was faced with the panic of having to write a letter, thankfully they were passed between them quite speedily. Then there was the odd letter she had written to Tom and Gemma when she and Sybil were having their nurse training but both that and London were only temporary. But then she moved to Dublin and the letter quantity increased as well as the time they took and the expense, but it wasn't too bad then she moved to Boston though they had a higher income this time.
They usually send the one letter with little notes for specific members of the house. Emma makes sure to send some to Thomas on the latest drama downstairs (there are murmurings of people possibly being let go and Thomas worries he's on the chopping block) while Tom questions Mary and Robert on how the estate is running (Mallerton, a neighbour ring estate is being sold), Mary has officially taken over Tom's role. Both of them share notes with Edith on what she is doing next for her paper though it seems she's having trouble with the editor and is contemplating what to do with her London flat - whether to lease it out, sell it, or live in it herself. And also, Billy and his struggles to escape the flirtatious nature of his office's new secretary.
Mary's letters are a mixture of news about the family and the business, telling him about George, the estate, the pigs and a couple of Mary's social engagements, plus a brief bitchy moment about Edith.
Mary privately tells Emma a former chambermaid at the Grand Hotel where Mary spent the night with Anthony Gillingham and attempted to blackmail her into giving her money in exchange for her not selling it to the press. Though thankfully it's resolved through Robert paying her off with a smaller amount and getting her to sign a confession of attempted blackmail.
They receive welcome news in the March, the case of the murder of Mr Green has finally come to an end with a woman confessing to his murder. Robert, Cora, Mary and Edith apparently go downstairs to the kitchen to share in the good news with the servants, all sharing a glass of champagne together in celebration. Emma and Tom make their own toast.
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March 1925
Emma, now five months pregnant, is hurrying along the street from the shops, bags full of groceries. She had paid a local girl to keep an eye on the children but only for a short while and time had run away from her while she'd been getting food. She just gets to the top of her road when she stumbles and drops one of her bags, the insides spilling out.
"For Christ's sake!" She cries.
Before she can begin putting her other bags down to collect the dropped produce, a voice interrupts. "Like some help with that?"
Emma looks up to see a woman not much older than her walking towards her. She recognises her as one of the neighbours, Bridget Rice.
"Oh, no, l-I'm good. Thank you." Emma tries to insist, feeling embarrassed.
"Now just you never mind." She bends down and collects it all back into the bag. "Here." She doesn't hand it back to Emma though, continuing to hold it.
"Thank you." Emma mumbles.
"I remember when I was having my first." Mrs Rice says. "My back ached something fierce, and that handsome, but lazy sack of bones I call a husband never did lift a finger."
Emma frowns. "Oh, well my husband isn't like that."
"Oh, you lucky thing." Mrs Rice remarks. "Your husband is a strange one, so I suppose that makes sense."
Emma narrows her eyes. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Mrs Rice shrugs causing Drew's to pool in Emma's stomach. "Well, it's just I thought he was a republican, fighting for Ireland's freedom like the rest of us but instead he's married you and lived with an English Earl."
"He still believes in Ireland's freedom. We both do." Emma retorts.
"Sure, you do." Mrs Rice says, looking her up and down doubtfully. Emma feels like she is being patronised.
"Well," Emma utters sharply, pulling the bag from Mrs Rice's hand, "thank you for your help, Mrs Rice, but I must get back to the children."
"Of course." And she's not happy with that smile.
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Early April 1925
Emma emerges from the house into the garden to call in the children to find Ivy pulling Michael along with a string attached to his wrist. Okay...
"What are you doing?" Emma asks as she hurries over to them as best she can with her six-month stomach. The children stop, turning to her with a grin.
"Having our own hunting party, Mama!" Ivy declares. "Just like Auntie Mary and Donk!"
"I'm a dog!" Michael tells her.
"Well, be careful with your little brother, Ivy." Emma warns her daughter. From what she can see of Michael's wrist, Ivy hasn't pulled on the string thankfully but can never be too careful.
Michael pouts. "I'm big, Mama!"
Emma smiles softly, stroking his hair back from his forehead. "I know you are, my little man but Mama worries."
She does worry about her children. Ivy has become good friends with Bridie, Patrick's youngest daughter, and Michael with Philip, the youngest son. Ivy also adores Kathleen and Kathy while Michael trails wide-eyed after Pat Junior. The local children are unkind to Ivy in particular but after promptly pinching one in the face after they began insulting Robert, the other kids have left her alone when she is playing outside. But it means, that apart from Bridie and Philip, Michael and Ivy don't have any other friends, which breaks Emma's heart.
As far as Emma can see, Ivy in particular isn't completely unhappy in Boston... but she isn't happy either. America hasn't changed her life for the better like Emma hoped. Not to her mind anyway. In fact, she is worried it has made it worse.
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Dear Mary,
It warms my heart to hear from all of you on the goings on at Downton, it often shocks me how much happens!
I know I've already said it but thank you for the gifts you sent for Michael's birthday in the February. He absolutely adores that bike and is already arguing that he's big enough to ride a proper big bike and gets annoyed when we tell him no. I still can't believe he's already three. He's running around like mad after Ivy now so it's good that we found a flat with a garden. Ivy's settling in and she'll be picking up the accent in no time I'm sure so you'll have to warn your father and grandmother of it before we all see you next. I'm sure Cora will be thrilled.
With Tom so busy since they've opened a new sales room, it's down to me to keep them in check. It's proving successful as a venture, pulling in both farmers after modern machinery and ordinary citizens after an automobile. America is embracing the motor car more quickly than England, I think, probably because the distances between places seem greater here. Patrick assures us sales will pick up even further as the weather becomes warmer as people like to drive out of the city during the hot summer months. You'll be pleased to hear the last significant snowfall we had was in March. The weather is definitely improving. They're going to have to hire another person for the salesroom at this rate.
I'm glad to hear you're taking over the role of agent as I worry that anyone would understand just how much you care about Downton. Tom feels your pain when you talk about Robert and his adherence to the old-fashioned way of doing things with the estate. I know it used to drive both Tom and Matthew mad. I don't want you to fall out with him but don't forget, Mary, that while he is the earl, you own Downton as much as he does. I know you're very aware of the fact that you're safeguarding the estate for George. Your opinion counts for much.
I am happy to hear Downton did so well at the Livestock show. I know you still see your sister's behaviour as 'faux mothering syndrome' and that you think her worry about Marigold going missing at the show even for a moment was silly but be kind to your sister, she deserves to have someone else to focus on and no child should have too much love. Also, I know your father should've discussed with you about the Drewes leaving but I'm sure everything's fine and it's not that big of a mystery. Though, reading about the family day out, the twists and turns makes me feel tearful as I read it. It's true what they say: distance makes the heart grow fonder.
You shouldn't be surprised that I'm on your mother's and Isobel's side when it comes to the fate of the Downton Hospital. A modernised Hospital will be good for patients. Your grandmother shouldn't forget it's not her who's in the firing line when it comes to medical treatment. Though I can say your description of Robert being the piggy in the middle of it all.
Now, about Mr Carson and Mrs Hughes, you must let Mrs Hughes decide where to hold her wedding breakfast. I know you mean well, my love, but it is her day, not yours. And I am quite sure that Mr Carson will be happy as long as she is happy. He loves her, so he will put her first and do what he thinks is best for her and that will be giving her what she wants on their wedding day. It may not be your idea of a wedding breakfast, but you must allow her to have things as she wants them on her special day. Promise me you won't interfere with their plans, no matter how tempted you are to do so. It's their day, not yours.
Also, are you sure Rose may be pregnant? Or should I contain myself from jumping up and down in excitement?
I'm not sure I would describe our life in Boston as exactly 'fish back in water' so to speak. The Irish community has definitely had varying opinions on Tom and I's backgrounds.
I haven't told Tom yet, but I am missing Downton, more than I thought I would. I dreamt last night I was in the park at Downton, walking with Ivy and Michael under the great trees, listening to the pigeons cooing in their branches. And when I woke, my eyes were filled with tears. I'm missing you all more than I ever thought I would.
Anyway, on that cheery note, considering all that's going on, it might be difficult for us to attend Mrs Hughes and Mr Carson's wedding as I imagine it'll be sometime soon. Don't be too controlling and give them my best wishes.
All the best,
Emma.
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Late April 1925
"You might think it's stupid—" Tom begins to say one evening. They'd just finished cleaning up after their dinner, the kids in bed after a long day at school. Emma had spent the day with Kathleen, taking a walk in the park to feed the ducks (Ivy had pleaded with her to after they couldn't go over the weekend due to the weather) and sending off her latest letter home.
Emma put up her hand cutting him off, pulling herself from her position of lying on his chest. "I'm going to stop you there. When have you ever said something stupid?"
"What about when I was ranting and raving the first time both of us experienced having dinner with Larry Grey?" Tom reminds her pointedly.
Emma rolls her eyes. "In your defence, you'd been drugged. And so had Billy, so you weren't alone."
"True." Tom shrugs before shifting nervously. "Anyway, I, uh, I've been thinking."
"About?"
"Us, the children, Boston. Whether it's a right fit for us. I wasn't sure right from the beginning whether we were doing the right thing in coming to Boston, but I felt I had to try." Tom says, the words tumbling out of him.
"Me too." Emma admits. "When we came here, I thought it was for good with the odd visit back to Downton but now I'm wondering if we made the right decision. The children miss it."
"I know what you mean. I hoped that– I wanted the children would have a fresh start somewhere where they wouldn't have all the baggage they'd have in England." Tom confesses. "Somewhere where having working-class parents living with the upper class wouldn't mean a damn thing. Seems I was wrong about that. It seems the Irish care about that even more than most of the English."
"For the opposite reason mind you." Emma points out. "I am realising more and more that the Irish and Irish Americans we meet here see me and the children as utterly and irredeemably English and – with a few notable exceptions – most of them greet both of us with a strong distrust."
"That's what is making this all so wrong for me. The children, I don't want them to have to wake up every day and know that there are people in the world who hate them simply because of who their parents are. That didn't happen at home." Tom scrunches up his nose distastefully then. "For once, the English have proved themselves more tolerant than the Irish in that respect."
Emma lets out a snort. "Did you just call Downton home?" She smirks.
Tom rolls his eyes. "Don't give me that look, it's home to you too."
"It is." She admits. "I think Downton is home for all of us now, maybe more than when we were in Dublin. They took me in when I had nowhere to go, helped me find my footing in a world that used to be over a century old to me even though they didn't know it. I wanted to desperately give Boston a chance but the way they treat all of us, like we're the enemies."
"All of Patrick's friends," Tom says, "they think I might be reporting back to British military intelligence."
Emma scoffs. "I don't get it. You were literally banished from Ireland while fighting for its independence."
"Tell that to the boys." Tom retorts.
Emma smiles a self-deprecating smile. "Being married to me probably doesn't help."
"Hey," Tom strokes her cheek softly. "Being married to you and having the children is the only things keeping me sane."
"Bridget Rice thinks different." Emma grumbles.
"Bridget Rice doesn't know you." Tom argues, grinning. "I could tell her all sorts things about you that makes you nice."
Emma giggles and they share a kiss.
"When do you want to leave?" Emma asks, pulling back.
Tom hums softly, stroking her stomach as he thinks. "There's a certain wedding in a few weeks weeks that I'd like us to make it back in time for if we can. Mrs Hughes has been kind to us over the years, I want to wish them well."
Emma nods, agreeing with that idea. "You'll need to tell Patrick soon."
"He already knows."
"What?!" Emma exclaims. "But we've only just decided."
"Apparently it were already obvious." Tom grins. "He sat me down today, asking what date we're leaving. Turns out they already suspected we'd be leaving and put an advertisement in a few newspapers and trade publications for someone. He's asked me to look through the possible candidates."
"Better get started then." Emma declares.
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16th May 1925
The door opens and a hall boy stands there, which is unusual. It is rare that Mr Carson, Mr Bates' Thomas and the footmen, Albert, Andy and Mr Molesley, would all be out at the same time.
"Can I help you?" He says automatically, then looks at them, Emma, Tom and two sleepy children in their arms plus luggage that they'd already taken out of the car they had taken from the Station.
Peter's face breaks into a surprised expression. "Mr and Mrs Branson, no one said you were coming today."
Tom smiles. "No, well we wanted it to be a surprise, so the family didn't know we were."
They go inside. "Is anyone in Peter?" Emma asks the hall boy.
"No ma'am, they are down at Mr Carson and Mrs Hughes wedding in the Village." He tells them.
"That's today? Oh, I thought it was tomorrow. So, you are on your own?" He nods in response.
"Right, well in that case, let me help you get our luggage inside." Tom says. "Mr Carson need never know that you didn't do it on your own if you don't tell him." Peter nods and begins to do so. Tom turns to Emma. "You take a seat in the Library with the children, put your feet up, then we'll go down to the Village to find everyone."
Emma nods, taking the children through.
Thirty minutes later they walk back down the drive towards the Village, or more accurately Tom walks, Emma waddles and the children run ahead, then back to their parents, trying to encourage them to hurry up. Smiling at their antics, Emma and Tom keep their pace considering Emma can't exactly run at seven months pregnant.
Ivy and Michael stop inside the gates when they reach them and wait for me, remembering our rule that they must not go through without either their parents, one of the family or staff with them. Emma is glad they had remembered the rule before they had needed to call out to her.
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They stand outside the School Hall in Downton Village. Michael balances on Tom's hip and Ivy grips her mother's hand, staring at the entrance, hearing the rumble of Mr Carson's deep voice through the open door. A mixture of nerves and anticipation churns inside Emma at the thought of seeing them again after all these months.
Ivy shifts next to her, drawing Emma's attention. "Ready?" She asks her.
Ivy beams at her and nods. "Ready."
Emma shares a look with Tom who nods and takes a deep breath and walks into the building.
The first thing Emma sees is the decorations. It is cheerfully decorated with the traditional sit-down wedding breakfast with groaning tables. Her breath catches as she takes in all the familiar faces. Anna stands beaming next to Mr Bates, Daisy stands with Mr Mason and Mrs Patmore with Andy and Thomas lingering nearby. Isobel and Violet are gathered together, and Robert, Cora, Billy, Edith and Mary stand with their backs to the doors. All gaze upon the couple in the centre of the room.
Then Robert leads the toast to the happy couple. "The bride and groom!"
The crowd of people in the room echo the toast.
"To the bride and groom." Emma and Tom both say in the ensuing silence that follows as the guests sip their drinks.
A sea of faces whirls around to face the newcomers. The family's faces light up at the sight of them standing there at the back of the room.
"Emma! Tom! And Ivy and Michael, darlings! What are you doing here? And how did you know where to find us?" Mary cries happily. She moves towards them, joined by Billy, Cora and Edith, and embraces Tom and Emma in turn.
Emma laughs, slightly embarrassed. "I got the dates wrong, thought the wedding was tomorrow," she receives an embrace from Cora who turns to greet Tom, "but we turn up at Downton to be greeted by the hall boy who told us where you were." An embrace comes from Cora too.
Tom turns to Mr Carson and Mrs Hughes (or should they say Mrs Carson?) with a smile. "And it means that we can congratulate you in person. Mr and Mrs Carson."
"Oh, are you back for a holiday?" Mrs Hughes asks, very touched.
"Say you'll stay!" Mary begs.
"That's just the point." Emma replies. "We can stay as long as you want us."
"I don't understand. What are you saying?" Edith asks, with a hesitant smile.
"Just this. That we've come back and we'd like to stay for good." Tom explains. "If Lord Grantham will have us."
"Of course, we'll have you!" Cora exclaims. "We'll be delighted!"
"I echo every syllable." Robert says very happily. He takes Michael into his arms. "Hello, Michael, my boy! Give old Donk a kiss!" They kiss.
Ivy pulls away from Emma. "And me!"
"Oh! And you of course!" Robert hands Michael over to Cora to happily greet Ivy.
"Emma, Tom, this is amazing news. Are you sure?" Billy eagerly questions, getting his chance to embrace Emma with a kiss on her cheek and shakes hands with Tom.
"Don't worry." Emma reassures. "We're really, really sure."
Robert puts Ivy down and shakes Tom's hand cordially before greeting Emma with a kiss on the cheek.
"So, what happened?" Billy asks.
"Well, it's quite simple. He had to drag me all the way to Boston," Emma's comment receives a few chuckles, "to work it out and it took us a while, but we got there in the end."
"Go on, what was it?" Mary presses.
"We learned that Downton is our home. And that you are our family. If we didn't quite know that before we left, we know it now." Tom answers tearfully.
George and Sybbie have spotted Michael and Ivy, waving. Cora and the nannies put the children down, and George and Sybbie run to Ivy and Michael and give them hugs. Little Marigold totters after them.
"Marigold?" Edith softly encourages her daughter to say hello, too.
Marigold walks up to Ivy and Michael, rather more shyly than George and Sybbie. Ivy puts her arms around her. "Hello!"
Michael decides to join in by wrapping his arms around Marigold as well.
And everybody coos over them happily. Emma's heart swells. She's definitely not crying.
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LONG VEERSION
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kathy!!!! congrats on the milestone, i'm soso proud of you lovely🥺🫶🏻
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Fred Van Vleck Superintendent | ECS Board of Education Meeting Recap for May 11 2023
Shared by Fred Van Vleck Superintendent of Eureka City Schools.
May 17, 2023 – Eureka, CA – The following is an overview of the Eureka City Schools Board of Education regular public meeting from Thursday, May 11, 2023.
Before the regular meeting the Board hosted the 2022-2023 Employee Recognition Reception.
● Katy Schrum of Washington Elementary School was honored with the Apple Pin Award.
● A Certificated Employee of the Year was recognized for each school: Kathy Warren from Alice Birney, Emily Rico from Grant, Lisa Barrera from Lafayette, Betsy Rains from Washington, Lisa Jouaneh from Winship, Hillary Sicaud from Zane, and Hilda Torres from Eureka High.
● Emily Rico from Grant was honored as the District Certificated Employee of the Year. ● Zane Middle School Principal Tammi Wagner was honored as the Eureka City Schools Administrator of the Year.
Students from Winship Middle School’s Digital Media and Film class recited the Pledge of Allegiance and then presented a recent video episode from the class’s Viking News Network. They were accompanied by Winship Principal, Kristi Puzz, and Digital Media/ELA Teacher, Joel Mitchell.
Media student, Isaiah Jessen said, “It first started out as an afterschool club and now it’s a full-fledged elective class. We’ve learned teamwork, film skills, video production and the creative process. I think we can all confidently say that this is our favorite class.”
All items on the consent calendar were approved. Discussion/Action items were as follows:
● Master Facility Plan Update
● Approval of Guaranteed Maximum Price (GMP) for the EHS Albee Stadium Increment #1 Project
○ Two parts. One motion: Motion/Second by Board members Johnson/Ollivier to direct staff to pause and not move forward with the Guaranteed Maximum Price (GMP) for the EHS Albee Stadium Increment #1 Project. The Board would
like staff to move forward in getting a complete price on the project – in order to have a more accurate price from OPSC and the total cost of the whole project. Student Board Representative: aye 1, no 0, absent 0. Governing Board: ayes 3, noes 1 (Rebholtz), absent 1 (Pardoe). Motion carried.
Presentations, reports, and discussions are solely meant to inform/update the Board and gain feedback, they were as follows:
● Discussion on Recommendation for Elementary English Language Arts Curriculum Adoption, Amplify CKLA
● Discussion on AP Calculus Curriculum Adoption, Bedford, Freeman & Worth ● Annual District English Learner Advisory Committee (DELAC) Presentation ● Local Control Accountability Plan Update
● Food Services Department Update
● Enrollment Update
● 2022-23 Building and Grounds Site Visit Reports
● Policy Updates from CSBA – December 2022 (First Review)
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See the Viking News Network video Winship digital journalism students shared here:
Viking News Network Board Meeting Edition
Winship VNN YouTube Page
Click on any of the links below to see Board meeting video recaps:
May 11, 2023 ECS Board Meeting Recap
April 26, 2023 ECS Board Meeting Recap
March 30, 2023 ECS Board Meeting Recap
March 9, 2023 ECS Board Meeting Recap
ECS Board of Education 2023-2024 Strategic Plan
All Board items and attachments can be obtained via the following link: https://eureka.novusagenda.com/agendapublic/meetingsgeneral.aspx
More information on the Board of Education can be found at:
www.eurekacityschools.org/Governance
The next Eureka City Schools Board of Education meeting will be:
Thursday, June 1, 2023
Eureka City Schools
2100 J Street, Eureka, CA 95501
Frances H. Taplin Board Room
All Meetings Begin at 6:30 p.m.
Press Contact:
Sierra Speer Dillon
Communications and Marketing Coordinator Eureka City Schools
[email protected]
Tel: 707-441-3373
Originally published here: https://askfredvanvleck.com/ecs-board-of-education-meeting-for-may-11-2023/
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Kathie (Bugs): ¡Ay, me encantan los besos dulces! ¿Podrías darle uno a un bello capullito de rosas?
Porky: Cla-Claro, ¿co-conoce alguno?
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You can't get blood out of a stone
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1996: Top 22
Sweden: One More Time - Den Vilda
France: Dan Ar Braz & L'Héritage Des Celtes - Diwanit Bugale
Turkey: Şebnem Paker - Beşinci Mevsim
Austria: George Nussbaumer - Weil's Dr Guat Got
Ireland: Eimear Quinn - The Voice
United Kingdom: Gina G - Ooh Aah... Just A Little Bit
Netherlands: Maxine & Franklin Brown - De Eerste Keer
Portugal: Lúcia Moniz - O Meu Coração Não Tem Cor
Finland: Jasmine - Niin Kaunis On Taivas
Slovenia: Regina - Dan Najlepših Sanj
Iceland: Anna Mjöll - Sjúbídú
Bosnia & Herzegovina: Amila Glamočak - Za Našu Ljubav
Malta: Miriam Christine - In A Woman's Heart
Norway: Elisabeth Andreassen - I Evighet
Cyprus: Constantinos - Mono Gia Mas
Switzerland: Kathy Leander - Mon Cœur L'Aime
Croatia: Maja Blagdan - Sveta Ljubav
Greece: Marianna Efstratiou - Emis Forame To Himona Anixiatika
Spain: Antonio Carbonell - ¡Ay, Qué Deseo!
Belgium: Lisa del Bo - Liefde Is Een Kaartspel
Poland: Kasia Kowalska - Chcę Znać Swój Grzech
Estonia: Maarja-Liis Ilus & Ivo Linna - Kaelakee Hääl
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"...."
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Sylveon and Miraidon were staring at each other.
"Ay-yo, Lizard boy."
"...?"
"Yeah, you. I'm talkin' to you, buddy boy."
Miraidon tilted its head before walking up to her and leaning in.
"So, you listen here, cycle man. When you're with Kathy, you're under the provision of the Fairy Goon Squad, you hear?"
"....Goon Squad...?"
"Yeah! Goon squad! We're all about justice and making sure we look out for Fairy types against you predacious dragons."
Yeah, it has no idea what she's going on about.
"Act all innocent all you want, but that ain't gonna get you nowhere, you hear? You want respect? You gotta earn that shit. So, I'm here to lay the ground rules."
Miraidon just leaned a little closer.
"....alright. Alright." Sylveon is nodding. "Looks like you're ready to listen. Good shit. Okay! Rule number 1: Kathy is top dawg, okay? That girl over there? That's our Fairy Goon Trainer. She feeds us and is really nice. So, if you don't want us on your ass, you better be nice to her, you hear?"
Miraidon simply nodded. It was going to do that, anyway.
"Good. Rule number 2: I'm second in command while we're in this region. I don' care if you're Arceus itself. If it ain't goin' against Kathy, you listen to ME. I'm the Fairy Goon Leader, and we're not letting no damn dragon giving us orders. You got that, Dragon?"
Miraidon nodded.
"Good. Well, that's all the rules for now! I'll give you more ground rules as you stay here and as we venture to other regions. You're getting off light right now, but fuck up and I'm gonna hunt you down myself, you hear?"
Miraidon smiled and started licking his new friend in the face.
"ugh-- f--fucking hell. Stop licking me, damn it! That's naaaastyyyy--"
Nope. She's getting affection. He doesn't make the rules.
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