Slide 1:My Scrapbook By Martha Boyle


Slide 2:June 7: My Hopes I hope that I can write a book someday. not like the kind we did in writing lab. A real one, like in a library or bookstore. And not a mystery or adventure one, but an emotional one. Maybe I can make kids Change their opinions on emotion books like some authors did to me. Most kids at school Call the kind of book I want to do a chapter book, but I call them novels. Maybe I could be the youngest person ever to write a novel. Maybe I can develop a unique style of writing that no other authors have. I already know the first sentence of my novel: “The orphan’s Secret wish was that her bones were hollow like A bird’s and that she could just take off and fly away.” I also hope that one day I can go to a real ocean such as the Atlantic or Pacific. I like Madison with all the lakes (especially Lake Wingra), but I think it is not the same. When I’m eighteen I want to live in a cottage on a cliff that looks over the sea. What else do I hope? I hope that I get to know Martha Boyle next year (or this summer). I hope that we can be friends. That is my biggest hope. She is the nicest person in my whole entire class. Olive Barstow’s Journal (Brought to me by her mother.)


Slide 4:“CROTCH” Live on Wisconsin Public Radio Embarrassing Moment


Slide 5:Where Olive Died


Slide 6:Over the river and through the woods (NOT)… …To Godbee’s house we go!


Slide 7:The view from our Adriondack chairs looking out at Buzzard’s Bay


Slide 9:Tonight I hated my family. Grandma her hands. “They’re like crabs – ugly, pink, crippled crabs.”


Slide 10:D E C I S I O N No Novel!


Slide 11:Her name was Olive. She arrived at her grandmother’s house in tears. She was an orphan. She held her grandmother’s old wrinkly hands and wept. Then she heard the ocean. She looked up as a giant wave crashed on a giant rock, and for a moment she forgot how sad she was. My Novel


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Slide 14:12 is too young to die


Slide 15:Spark - lers Jimmy took my hand!


Slide 16:This is the best day of my life!


Slide 17:J I M M Y My First Kiss I was used to win a bet. Jimmy is a microbe. Microbes cause disease.


Slide 18:2 WOODS HOLE RESTAURANT


Slide 19:Godbee’s A R T


Slide 21:Life-c hanging Thoughts


Slide 22:The ocean like a big blue overcoat zippered me up The ocean is full of tears, you know Under the sea I lived I was a sea creature for one moment If I had died beneath the waves My grandmother dreamed of the ocean Can you put the sea in a bottle, keep it? Can you watch a hand grow old? Why did one girl die and not the other? Save me, oh save me, so I do not drown A girl with one kiss equals an ocean of tears I kissed a stone and thought to drown Who is this boy who left me a note? You are always there like the sea or sky or air Meet me at the seawall, salt on your toes, waiting


Slide 23:The Knob


Slide 24:Godbee or Me? ELEGANT ~ PROTECTIVE ~ NICE ELEGANT ~ PROTECTIVE ~ NICE STRONG ~ SMART ~ PRETTY ~ LOVING ~ HAPPY ~ POLITE ~SAFE STRONG ~ SMART ~ PRETTY ~ LOVING ~ HAPPY ~ POLITE ~SAFE Dear Godbee, I like to be at your house best of all. I like to climb on the stoney rocks down at the beach. I am a relly brave girl. I like to pretend I’m on a boat on rough water thats sinking. Love, Martha A Note from When I Was Six or Seven


Slide 25:I Think I Know What To Do The World Is Not What You Think It Is By Jimmy Manning


Slide 26:From One Generation To Another Dad passes the Writing Torch on to me


Slide 27:A Memorial from the Sea