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Irmgard Borgmann
Der kleine Theo
- Kinder- und Jugendbuch
- Deutsch
- 1077 Wörter
- Ab 3 Jahren
- 266
Der kleine Theo
Theo ist ein kleiner Junge mit einer großen Fantasie. Mit seinen fünf Jahren träumt er davon, einmal auf den Mond zu fliegen, oder in einem Rennwagen große Siege zu feiern, so wie Sebastian Vettel. Er möchte auch einmal ein großer Tennisspieler werden, oder so saugute Geschichten erzählen können wie sein Opa.
Wenn Theo von seinen Träumen erzählt, nimmt ihm nur sein Opa ernst. Opa ist Theos bester Freund. Oft sitzen sie in der alten Scheune, basteln einen Drachen, oder auch andere Dinge, und Opa erzählt ihm dann Geschichten aus seiner Kindheit. Theo liebt diese Geschichten, und manchmal kann er es nicht richtig glauben, was der Opa da erzählt.
Opa wohnte als Kind in einem kleinen Ort . Der Ort heißt Wetten und liegt am Niederrhein. Hier ist es auch heute noch sehr beschaulich, und Opa sagt, dass dort am Abend die Bürgersteige hochgeklappt werden. Theo überlegt wie die das wohl machen, Bürgersteige hochklappen. Ob das wieder so eine kleine Schwindelei von Opa ist? Opa hat auch ein Foto von seinem Elternhaus, so wie es auch heute noch aussieht. Nur das Fenster ist neu.
Es ist November, es stürmt und der Wind fegt um das Haus. Nun dauert es nicht mehr lange und es ist Weihnachten. Opa hat schon gefragt ob Theo seinen Wunschzettel schon geschrieben hat. Bis das er zum Mond fliegen kann, so schnell ist wie Sebastian Vettel, oder ein großer Tennisspieler ist, was Theos drei größten Wünsche sind, will er sich Gedanken machen, was er sich jetzt wünschen könnte.
Ganz oben auf dem Wunschzettel schreibt Theo, dass sein bester Freund, sein Opa noch ganz lange gesund bleiben muss. Und das ist das aller-aller-Wichtigste auf der ganzen Welt. Und Theo schreibt das mit einem roten Stift auf den Wunschzettel.
Theo überlegt, ein Hund, ja ein eigener kleiner Hund, wäre einfach wunderbar. Aber die Eltern würden es nicht erlauben, denn das Geld ist knapp. Theo hatte es gehört wie sein Papa das mit Mama besprochen hat. Aber vielleicht könnte Opa ja einspringen, und ein gutes Wort einlegen.
Ob das Christkind weiß was bei uns vorgeht, fragt sich Theo.
Im Dezember sitzen Theo und Opa im warmen Wohnzimmer , und drücken sich die Nasen an der Fensterscheibe platt. Es schneit, hurra es schneit, nur Theo darf noch nicht in den Schnee, er hat eine Erkältung, und die muss erst weg sein, bevor er wieder nach draußen darf. Opa erzählt wieder von Früher. In Wetten gab es einen kleinen Bach, der im Winter gefroren war, und Opa und sein Freund hatten Schneegleitschuhe, die waren stumpf und alt, und mit Gummiringen befestigt. Opa erzählt wie er mit Speck die Kufen eingerieben hat, damit sie besser über die Eisfläche flitzten. Das war ein Spaß. Oder wie er mit seinem Freund, an einem Sonntag im Krieg, in den Glockenturm der Kirche geklettert ist. Dort haben sie die Kirchenglocken geläutet, und alle Wettener haben Angst gehabt das etwas passiert war. Opa hat sich dann im Gebüsch versteckt, bis es Abend war, sein Freund hatte es geschafft abzuhauen. Spannend mu [mehr]
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A.M. Sullivan
The Wearing Of The Green
- Hobby und Handwerk
- Englisch
- 39389 Wörter
- Ab 18 Jahren
- 2
- 1
The news of the Manchester executions on the morning of Saturday, 23rd
November, 1867, fell upon Ireland with sudden and dismal disillusion.
In time to come, when the generation now living shall have passed away,
men will probably find it difficult to fully realize or understand the
state of stupor and amazement which ensued in this country on the first
tidings of that event; seeing, as it may be said, that the victims had
lain for weeks under sentence of death, to be executed on this date. Yet
surprise indubitably was the first and most overpowering emotion; for,
in truth, no one up to that hour had really credited that England would
take the lives of those three men on a verdict already publicly admitted
and proclaimed to have been a blunder. Now, however, came the news that
all was over--that the deed was done--and soon there was seen such an
upheaving of national emotion as had not been witnessed in Ireland for a
century. The public conscience, utterly shocked, revolted against the
dreadful act perpetrated in the outraged name of justice. A great billow
of grief rose and surged from end to end of the land. Political
distinctions disappeared or were forgotten. The Manchester Victims--the
Manchester Martyrs, they were already called--belonged to the Fenian
organization; a conspiracy which the wisest and truest patriots of
Ireland had condemned and resisted; yet men who had been prominent in
withstanding, on national grounds, that hopeless and disastrous
scheme--priests and laymen--were now amongst the foremost and the
boldest in denouncing at every peril the savage act of vengeance
perpetrated at Manchester. The Catholic clergy were the first to give
articulate expression to the national emotion. The executions took place
on Saturday; before night the telegraph had spread the news through the
island; and on the next morning, being Sunday, from a thousand altars
the sad event was announced to the assembled worshippers, and prayers
were publicly offered for the souls of the victims. When the news was
announced, a moan of sorrowful surprise burst from the congregation,
followed by the wailing and sobbing of women; and when the priest, his
own voice broken with emotion, asked all to join with him in praying the
Merciful God to grant those young victims a place beside His throne, the
assemblage with one voice responded, praying and weeping aloud!
The manner in which the national feeling was demonstrated on this
occasion was one peculiarly characteristic of a nation in which the
sentiments of religion and patriotism are so closely blended. No stormy
"indignation meetings" were held; no tumult, no violence, no cries for
vengeance arose. In all probability--nay, to a certainty--all this would
have happened, and these ebullitions of popular passion would have been
heard, had the victims not passed into eternity. [mehr]
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Ernst Haeckel, John Arthur Thomson
Evolution in Modern Thought
- Natur
- Englisch
- 95496 Wörter
- Ab 18 Jahren
- 2
Ernst Heinrich Philipp August Haeckel (German: [ˈhɛkəl]; February 16, 1834 – August 9, 1919[1]) was a German biologist, naturalist, philosopher, physician, professor, and artist who discovered, described and named thousands of new species, mapped a genealogical tree relating all life forms, and coined many terms in biology, including anthropogeny, ecology, phylum, phylogeny, stem cell, and the kingdom Protista. Haeckel promoted and popularized Charles Darwin's work in Germany and developed the controversial recapitulation theory ("ontogeny recapitulates phylogeny") claiming that an individual organism's biological development, or ontogeny, parallels and summarizes its species' evolutionary development, or phylogeny.
The published artwork of Haeckel includes over 100 detailed, multi-colour illustrations of animals and sea creatures (see: Kunstformen der Natur, "Art Forms of Nature"). As a philosopher, Ernst Haeckel wrote Die Welträtsel (1895–1899, in English, The Riddle of the Universe, 1901), the genesis for the term "world riddle" (Welträtsel); and Freedom in Science and Teaching[2] to support teaching evolution.
Born in Saltoun, East Lothian, he taught at the Royal (Dick) Veterinary College from 1893 until 1899 then University of Aberdeen from 1899 until 1930, the year he was knighted. His popular works sought to reconcile science and religion. Thomson's Outline of Science, published in 1922, sold more than one hundred thousand copies in five years.[3]
A granite headstone, pointed like a Gothic arch, in a grassy churchyard
Thomson's grave at St Peter's Church in Limpsfield, Surrey, England, photographed in 2013
In his Gifford lectures and a number of books written with his friend Patrick Geddes he argued for a form of holistic biology in which the activity of the living organism could transcend the physical laws governing its component parts.[4][5] Some had termed the work of Geddes and Thomson as neovitalist though the position presented in their books is more closer to panpsychism as Thomson had claimed that mind can not emerge from matter and that it has existed in nature all the time. Thomson had believed there was life at all levels, he wrote that "there is nothing inanimate". He had however found the vitalist ideas of Henri Bergson inspirational.
Friedrich Leopold August Weismann (17 January 1834 – 5 November 1914) was a German evolutionary biologist.[1] Ernst Mayr ranked him the second most notable evolutionary theorist of the 19th century, after Charles Darwin. Weismann became the Director of the Zoological Institute and the first Professor of Zoology at Freiburg.
His main contribution was the germ plasm theory, at one time also known as Weismannism[2] according to which (in a multicellular organism) inheritance only takes place by means of the germ cells—the gametes such as egg cells and sperm cells. Other cells of the body—somatic cells—do not function as agents of heredity. The effect is one-way: germ cells produce somatic [mehr]
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Terry Phelan
The Siege of Kimberley
- Belletristik
- Englisch
- 68582 Wörter
- Ab 18 Jahren
- 2
Terry Phelan
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Terry Phelan Personal information
Full name Terrence Phelan
Date of birth 16 March 1967 (age 47)
Place of birth Manchester, England
Height 5 ft 6 in (1.68 m)
Playing position Defender
Senior career*
Years Team Apps† (Gls)†
1984–1986 Leeds United 14 (0)
1986–1987 Swansea City 45 (0)
1987–1992 Wimbledon 159 (1)
1992–1995 Manchester City 104 (2)
1995–1997 Chelsea 15 (0)
1997–2000 Everton 25 (0)
1999 → Crystal Palace (loan) 14 (0)
2000–2001 Fulham 18 (0)
2001 Sheffield United 8 (0)
2001–2005 Charleston Battery 39 (0)
2005–2009 Otago United 6 (0)
Total 447 (3)
National team
1987 Republic of Ireland U21 1 (0)
1990 Republic of Ireland U23 1 (0)
1990 Republic of Ireland B 1 (0)
1991–2000 Republic of Ireland 42 (1)
* Senior club appearances and goals counted for the domestic league only.
† Appearances (Goals).
Terrence "Terry" Phelan (born 16 March 1967) is a former professional footballer who played as a left-back from 1984 to 2009. He played in the Premier League for Manchester City, Chelsea and Everton, as well as in the Football League for Leeds United, Swansea City, Wimbledon, Crystal Palace, Fulham, Sheffield United. He finished his career abroad for Charleston Battery and Otago United. Nicknamed "The Scuttler",[citation needed] he also made 42 appearances for the Irish national team, whom he represented at the 1994 FIFA World Cup.
Contents
1 Club career
2 International career
3 Coaching career
4 Honours
5 References
6 Footnotes
Club career
Phelan started his career as part of the Leeds United youth system, and made 19 appearances for Leeds in the 1985–86 season, but was released on a free transfer by Leeds manager Billy Bremner. Phelan then spent a year at Swansea City, earning a move to top division Wimbledon a year later.
In his first season at Wimbledon, Phelan was a member of the team which won the FA Cup with a shock win over Liverpool in the final. He also helped Wimbledon finish seventh in the league on two occasions during his time there. After five years at Wimbledon in which he made 198 appearances, Phelan was transferred to Manchester City for £2.5 million at the start of the 1992–93 season, equalling the British record transfer fee for a defender as well as equalling the club's record fee. At Manchester City, Phelan made 122 appearances over three and a half seasons. Arguably the best goal of Phelan's career came at Maine Road for Manchester City in an FA Cup tie against Tottenham Hotspur when the full-back ran the length of the pitch skipping several challenges and keeping his cool to slot home.
Phelan moved to Chelsea in November 1995, where he spent two years on the fringes of the first team (playing just 15 times in the league) before moving to Everton, where he played regularly under Joe Royle, until he suffered an injury from which he took nearly 18 months to recover.
During Phelan's injury, Wa [mehr]
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H. H. Fick
Hin Und Her
- Belletristik
- Englisch
- 13918 Wörter
- Ab 18 Jahren
- 4
About H.H. Fick and the German-Americana Collection
H.H. Fick
H.H. Fick
The German-Americana Collection is a rich source of material on the heritage of Germans in the United States. Consisting primarily of monographs on literature and history, in recent years it has expanded to include archival materials on everyday German-American life, including photographs, church records, organizational records, and almanacs. However, its existence, and research value, can be traced to a remarkable founding collection.
In 1935, the University of Cincinnati Libraries acquired the H.H. Fick German-Americana collection for its holdings. Over the course of his lifetime, Heinrich Hermann Adolf Fick, a leader in Cincinnati’s German-American community prior to the First World War, assembled an outstanding collection of books on German-American life and culture. Fick gathered this collection for students of German-Americana, but he was much more than just a book collector. Fick was a noted educator, advocate, writer, and a poet.
Born in Lübeck, Germany on August 16, 1849, Fick was educated at theGrossheimsche Schule, and in 1864 he immigrated to New York where he went to work for his uncle. He then moved to Cincinnati where he would spend much of the rest of his life. He initially had the intention of doing work in sales, but quickly grew dissatisfied with the business world.1
In 1870, he was appointed as a teacher at an elementary school in Cincinnati, where he taught both German and art. Fick was so successful as an art instructor that by November of 1878, he was appointed Superintendent of Drawing, a position he held until 1884.2 During Fick’s tenure, the Drawing Department continued to grow in renown. In a 1902 history of the Cincinnati schools, John B. Shotwell wrote that during Fick’s superintendency, “Exhibits of drawing were frequent at institutes and at meetings of the National Education Association, and Cincinnati continued to hold her reputation as a leader in this branch of education.”3 It is not surprising that Fick felt that drawing proficiency was ‘just as important as reading and writing.’4 He even published a book on drawing, Pencil and Brush; An Introduction to the Elementary Principles of Graphic Representation, for the use of students and teachers in Cincinnati's schools.5
In 1884, Fick resigned from his position as Superintendent of Drawing, and moved to Chicago, where he wrote for the German press and gave private lessons in German and art. It is here that that he met and married Clementine Barna, who was also a German teacher. With Barna and a colleague named Louis Schutt, Fick established a German-English school in Chicago, and served as the school’s director.6
He returned to Ohio in 1890, to Ohio University in Athens, and began studying for his Ph.D., which he was awarded in 1892. Fick then took a position as principal of the Sixth District School in Cincinnati. In 1901, he became Assistant Superintendent of the Pub [mehr]
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MARK BEWLEY
TWELVE MONTHS OF A PECULIAR YEAR
- Horror
- Englisch
- 31311 Wörter
- Ab 14 Jahren
- 90
A collection of twelve stories that weave to create this horror novel and lead to a thrilling conclusion in December.
JANUARY: A young woman wakes up and discovers she is not quite herself. After stumbling about her house, she realises she is very hungry…for human flesh. She then spends the night seeking food, dragging her body around a Suffolk town with a group of fellow hunters.
FEBRUARY: Kevin is a want-to-be writer, and seeks to establish the art with the approval of his busy wife. Frantic and pathetic man needs to make this venture work, or what can become of him.
MARCH: Joshua Hartson has had a strange few months. And so too has his usually quiet town. And now he meets a beautiful woman and a being from another World.
APRIL: Stephen wakes from a strange dream. He tell his friend he dreamt he was human; yet he thought he was a swan; but what is he truly? Human or a large bird?
MAY: Sophie and Timothy love to play in the park. When one day some big boys come and bully them, they run away, stumble into some bushes a new world, populated with well-known fictional characters.
JUNE: Sadako has a dark secret- she kills people for no apparent reason. Her father must help her, so he sends his daughter to a psychiatrist. Can the doctor help she needs? Does she even want it?
JULY: As a family await the birthday boy, Nathan, who is late for his own secret party that he knows about, the Johnson family chat, mock, joke and tease each other.
AUGUST: in the heat of august a dog chases his enemy a wily feline, until they meet an ugly Alsatian.
SEPTEMBER: The work in a factory is too much for one young employee. Duke spends time alone in his bedsit.
OCTOBER: the student had finished reading aloud his writing, and the class must critique his work. What will say? Will they like it, will they be harsh? He is extremely worried. Some colourful characters voice their views, but will anyone favour his work?
NOVEMBER: an arrogant actor hates his fellow thespian. The director spoils him, and lets him take days off, while the other actors play silly thespian exercises. Why does Harrold hate him so?
DECEMBER: the year reaches its thrilling climax as Josh Hartson tells us about his year and the month of December. Many characters we have met in this strange year will be there in this most frightful story of all; a mad scientist transforming humans into ever living creatures. Could this for the betterment of mankind? Read the journal of Joshua Hartson to find out the conclusion of this horror novel. [mehr]
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Azeezat Oluwa
Broken Tales
Volume one in the Broken Tales Series
- Fantasy
- Englisch
- 7694 Wörter
- Ab 14 Jahren
- 424
- 1
It has been three months since she died. 91 days, 2,184 hours I have not been taking it well. I refuse to get out of my room. Uncle Max tries to come in but I don’t let anybody in. I hear voices from down the hall. Uncle Max is talking to someone .
“ She won’t let anyone in,” Says Max.
“ Not even the boyfriend?” asked someone else.
“ Yeah,”
Someone very unfamiliar walks into the room. I throw my pillow at the person.
“ Go away,”
“ Makaila I am doctor Johnson,” He says.
“ What do you want,”
“ I want to help you get over her,”
Her. He was talking about Karla. Karla, Karla. All of a sudden the ground rushes to me, and the darkness rushes over me.
I wake up to an unfamiliar room. Has white walls,blue curtains. Something is hooked onto my hand and I hear beeping. I see Jason and Max standing in the corner. Jason walks over sensing I am awake.
“ Max can you please give us a minute,” Jason asked. Uncle Max just sighed and left the room.
“ Makaila, do you know how worried we were?” I didn’t answer. “ Hey listen to me. I will find who killed her”
“ Who?” I asked. “ Who killed my sister?”
“ Makaila calm down. Let me explain. So I was looking at the body,”
“ Wait,” I said. “ You were looking at the body. Did you open the casket,”
“ If that’s what you want to call it. Anyways I was looking at the body and I found what the police called ‘scratch marks ‘ were actually vampire teeth marks,”
My body froze. I couldn’t get the words right in my brain.
“ What?” I was very surprised.
“ Nobody in my family knows who killed her but it must be someone that has contact to your family,”
“ I don't know anybody who would do such a thing. I mean she was only seven. “Sometimes I wish I was the one that died and not my parents nor Karla,”
Jason held my face with both hands, “ Snap out of it Makaila. I would kill myself if something happened to you,”
“ Why would you kill yourself?”
“ Because I love you,” Suddenly he held my face with both hands and kissed me with joy I have never felt before..
I am going home today. Uncle Max is making me go to school tomorrow. I am still trying to get over Karla but, that can never happen. When we got home it was nighttime so I just went into my bathroom to get ready for bed and that is when I saw her. She looked perfect. Not like the last time I saw her. Her clothes were not spattered with blood. Her hair was not out of place. Her face was perfect.
Karla.
I screamed at the top of my lungs. My head was starting to hurt. It hurt more than a migraine. Like I was being stabbed in the stomach. The migraine stopped abruptly and she was gone. Max was by my side rocking me back and forth. I don't know how long we sat there . I must have fell asleep because when my alarm sounded I was in bed. I checked the time and it was seven. I quickly got ready for school. I did not even bother to straighten my hair. I left it in its curly self and got into the toyota. When I got to school there was a girl I have never seen before in my seat.
“ Excuse me. Hi,” I said. “ My name is Makaila,”
“ My name Isabella,” She said with a thick puerto rican accent.
“ Ok. We sort of have assigned seats and you would be seating in mine,”
“ Oh. I so sorry,” She said seating in the seat next to me . The bell indicating class has started rang.
“ Class today we are going to learn about integrals,” Everyone groaned.
The bell rang after 45 minutes of boring integrals. As I stood up I felt a tap on my shoulder.
“ Hi. Will you help me find my next class.” Isabella said as she handed me her schedule. I saw we had the same schedule.
“ What instrument do you play?” I asked noticing she also had orchestra.
“ Cello,” She said.
“ Cool I play the violin,”
We started walking down the hall. I felt arms around my waist.
“Hey,” I said turning to see Jason. “ Jason this is Isabella she is new,”
“ Hola,” Jason said to Isabella in fluent spanish.
“ Hola,” She said back. “ Como Estas? “
“ Bien. Y tu?” Jason said.
“ Bien,”
I just stood there like what the heck are they saying.
“ So Isabella how do you like the school so far?” I asked.
“ It is good. It is so big. Schools in puerto rico are not this big,”
The one minute bell rang. Jason gave me a quick peck on the lips and went the other way.
At the end of the day I grabbed my keys from my bag and started walking towards my car. As I was walking to my car there was the migraine again. I screamed and grabbed my hair. I dropped to my knees. I saw her at the window of my car. This time she was not alone . My parents were sitting next to her. I closed my eyes and reopened them. They were gone . Jason was next to me . Followed by Isabella, followed by the nurse. Jason helped me get up. Suddenly I noticed everyone was staring.
“ Are you okay?” The nurse asked, “ What happened?”
I took a deep breath. “ I don't know what happened. One minute I was walking to my car, the next I have this huge migraine,”
The nurse indicated for me to follow her. “ Follow me,”
She led me into her office . She indicated for me to sit down. I watched as she was typing something into her computer. She checked my blood pressure and my temperature . My bp was normal but, my temp was a little over 101.
“ Looks like you have a fever,” She said. “ I am gonna have to call your uncle to come pick you up,”
“ No. Thats okay. I can drive her,” Jason chimed in.
“ What about my car,”
“ Isabella will drive it,” I even forgot Isabella was in here .
“ Yes. I will drive your car,” Isabella said.
“ Okay It's settled then,” The nurse said picking up my printouts with medications to get.
When we got outside I asked Isabella for my car keys.
“ The nurse said Jason should drive you home,” she said.
“ Well In my car,” She handed over the keys. I handed it to Jason. We waved bye to Isabella and promised that she would pick me up up in the morning.
Jason and I got into the car. He started driving but he stopped at Mcdonalds. He pecked me on the lips and got out of the car and went around to open my door. So gentlemanly. We sat across from each other at a booth.
“ What are we doing here,” I asked as we settled in.
“ I know what happened was not because of a fever,”
“ Okay. This is not the first time it happened,”
“ What do you mean?”
“ I was in the bathroom. The day I got back from the hospital. I had saw her in the mirror. I had this migraine, like the one I just got. I saw her in the car window this time,”
“ Wow. I don't know what to say. What do you think it means?”
“ I don't know. I have never experience this. But get this, I saw my parents with her this time,” I said. I felt hot tears coming down. Jason got up and put his arms around me .
“ Hey. Its okay. Come on. I want to show you a place,” We went into my car and drove for what seems like an hour into a big high meadow. The snow was covering up a lot of the meadow. We got out of the car.
“ This place is beautiful,” I said breaking the silence . “You could see the whole city here . Places like the town center and the museum of art. I have always wanted to go to an art museum. Learn visual arts,”
“ We could go to the art museum. I can teach you how to draw and sketch thing,”
“ We can. I could teach you violin if you want. You know what's weird?”
“ What?” He asked.
“ We have been together for more than three months and we don't even know each other's birthday,”
“ Weird. Okay I will go first. Mine is in October. October 27th,”
“ Happy belated birthday,” I said. We were in February now. “ Mine was November 1st,”
“ Happy belated birthday too. How old are you?”
“ You don't ask a lady her age but, I just turned 18 so I am technically a legal adult. How old are you? In both vampire and human years,”
“ I am 22 in human years. I am 130 in vampire,”
“ Why are you in highschool?” I asked.
“ Because my parents wanted me to get a degree in college so I have to pass high school first,”
“ Oh. You know we have to start applying for college soon. “
“ I figured. What school were you thinking of? I was thinking SUU. Southern Utah University,”
“ Oh really? What does that have?” I asked.
“ It has theatre, dance, performing arts, and spanish,’’
He shrugged
‘’ I’m not sure yet which college i'm going to,’’
‘’ look at us we're talking about ‘school’ ‘
“ Do you always come here?” I asked. [mehr]
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