I nodded in agreement and asked why. Nmother told me it was none of my business why, and that she was the mother and she told me to sit on the curb after school, and that I better not get up or move, or else.
After school came. The kids and parents at my elementary school all came and went. I was the only person around. Even most the teachers had left. I was sitting on the curb as I had been told, by the street, under the olive tree. A lone teacher was walking out to her car. She asked me what was wrong and why I was sitting there alone. I told her my mom had told me to sit exactly here, and not move or get up until she got here. The teacher told me to come into the school office. It was around 5 pm. I was in second or third grade. The whole school had gotten at at 2:15 pm.
The principal called nmother and the remaining teachers were talking in the office. They got ahold of the teachers that had been out front in the pick up line in the parking lot. They confirmed nmothers big black Cadillac had been out front and she had picked up flying monkey older brother at the opposite end of the parking lot, to where she had instructed me to sit on a curb and not move. I had done exactly as she told me to do, fearing the or else.
I had sat there, highly anxiously waiting. As the last of kids and parent had left I was afraid to sit and afraid to move. It was a horrible feeling. I was deeply conflicted and figured I’d have to eventually get up and walk or something. I was only in second grade.
The principal spoke to nmother when she arrived. Nmother did a sing song voice that she juuuust didn’t see heeeer! And that was why she didn’t collect me from school. Clearly that doesn’t add up and the eye witness account from the pick up line teacher was that nmother picked up flying monkey brother and took off, fast. Even flying monkey brother had ran out at the sound of the bell to get to the car far ahead of any other kids that day. When confronted with that fact, nmother brushed it off with “well I’m here now and she’s making us late to eat dinner”.
Nmother did it on purpose. This was at about the same time a girl had gone missing from our Elementry school yard, which had happened on a weekend. She had lived across the street from the school. People were on high alert these days. Yellow ribbons were all over the school and streets in honor of Ileen Misheloff. And my nmother decided to force me to sit there for hours alone. As a second grader. Nmother had hoped I’
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Hi, Not sure if this is the best sub for this question and apologies if it isn’t.
My grandfather had some olive trees that he planted over 30 years ago and they were very special to him as they were a gift from his (deceased) youngest brother.
However, his neighbours poisoned the trees just before Christmas, completely killing both of them.
Is there anyway I could make something from the wood of the dead trees or is it impossible, since it was poisoned?
If I can, does anyone have any ideas of what could be made to remember the trees and more importantly his younger brother. Would I just find a local carpenter and give them the wood and my request?
Please help! My grandfather said if he was offered 2 million dollars to cut down the trees (obviously before they died) he would have turned it down. Please note we are not financially well off in any sense.
First time poster in this sub, I tried to search for an answer but didn’t see anything.
I have a large mature olive tree that is next to our driveway, however during certain times of the year, it constantly drops olives. Is there a spray or any other solution to discourage the tree from growing olives on it? I’m based in Southern California if that affects anything!
Thanks for the help reddit!
