Spirit at Turtle Island

By D. N. Bishop

After learning that they stand on an old Aboriginal settlement called Turtle Island, 4 young people begin to experience strange and unusual situations. Are they real? Does Alex know? Did curiosity kill the cat? Hummmm?

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Sep 24, 2016
• ISBN: 9781524621605

D. N. Bishop

While living in Michigan I received several degrees in Fine Art and Art Education. My interests have always been diverse. Focusing on the ability for self–expression, I love music, art, theater, history, photography and dance. Since my grandmother published a history book at the age of 84, history was more than simply names and dates to me. Growing up in this environment and loving to sing, I began singing at The Henry Ford Museum and Greenfield Village for approximately five years.  After moving to Texas, I began teaching two-dimensional art and discovering that all children need to express themselves in any and all forms. I therefore, furthered my studies and received a Masters degree in Educational Counseling. Once again the classroom stimulated my need to gain more knowledge. It was back to the books. I independently studied Art Therapy for a number of years. Through my years of teaching and being involved with a diverse 145,000 children (plus two of my own) I discovered the joy in creative writing...and so I write, draw, paint, and at time go outside in that wondrous world and like  Chibiabos, sing to the trees.  

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Published by AuthorHouse 11/01/2016

ISBN: 978-1-5246-2159-9 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-5246-2160-5 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2016912288

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Contents

Preface

Dedication

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

About The Author

Disclaimer:

Preface

When visiting Canada four young people encounter a culture unlike their own. Although faced with unusual situations and feeling uneasy at times, they didn’t look for differences. With understanding, respect, acceptance, and discovering similar values, they open the door to enrichment and lasting friendships.

The world is closer. We are neighbors of many cultures. It is easy to listen, think, and then open the door.

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Dedication

For your love, inspiration, support and encouragement, I dedicate this book to:

Ella Tibbals Bishop and William Bishop

Kristin and Paul Volpe

Jennifer and Jacob Gleason

Sarah, Avery, Charlie and Alex

A special thank you to Jennifer and Jacob for making our adventure in Canada possible.

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Chapter 1

The first day of a new school year, and here goes the same old assignment: Please write a paper on what you did during your summer vacation. Oh brother! I know she is never going to believe this one! Like a swift arrow, the thought Hold on to your chair, teacher; here it comes runs into my head as I pick up my pencil and start to write.

Alexander Gleason

September 1

Room #206

Good night! I thought we would never get there! We had been in that Jeep bumping our way down an old gravel road for hours. If we hit one pothole, we hit a zillion. Wham! Yeow! One of the bumps was so big I thought my teeth were going to bite my eyeballs.

The road was boring. You know—gravel, gravel, gravel after miles of more … yep! Gray gravel. Once we were driving through the forest, the view was a bit more interesting than gravel. At least I could search for critters at the edge of the woods. I noticed both sides of the road were lined with so many trees that I could only see four feet into the forest. I was surprised to see how dark it was. It looked like the sun was trying to break through, but it was having a lot of trouble. I watched sunlight bounce its way down from leaf to leaf yet never quite make it to the ground.

Sitting directly behind my dad, I looked up and thought, Oh no! Not the hat! Please, not the hat! Dad was putting on his tour guide cap. The minute that hat sat on his head, all kinds of made-up stories about people who lived in the area flew out of his mouth. Like a big river, you never knew exactly where or when the tales would ever end.

"If you will look to your left, you will