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		<title>Persuasive Essay: Relevant Environmental Issues</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[For Earth Day, use newspapers to encourage the study of issues relevant to students&#8217; lives; help them self-select topics.
Directions in the following lesson on writing persuasive or evaluative essays encourage teachers to gather newspapers to supplement students&#8217; research on environmental issues. After identifying stories about environmental issues in the print version of their local or [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>For Earth Day, use newspapers to encourage the study of issues relevant to students&#8217; lives; help them self-select topics.</p>
<p>Directions in the following lesson on writing persuasive or evaluative essays encourage teachers to gather newspapers to supplement students&#8217; research on environmental issues. After identifying stories about environmental issues in the print version of their local or regional newspaper, students should search for additional information in the archives of Web or electronic editions of their newspapers.</p>
<p>&lt;http://www.readwritethink.org/lessons/lesson_view.asp?id=268&gt;</p>
<p>Students may also evaluate opinions about the environmental issues offered in editorials, letters to the editor, columns and cartoons. Students should use the news and commentary to form their own opinions and craft effective persuasive or evaluative essays.</p>
<p>North Carolina&#8217;s Standard Course of Study includes argumentation (problem-solution and evaluation) as a goal in the English/Language Arts curriculum.</p>
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		<title>Taffy of Torpedo Junction, selected endings</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[A good story makes readers wonder what happens next, after the story ends.  Students in Greenville wrote about what happened after Big Jens and his  crew rescued Taffy.
Of Taffy&#8217;s continuing stories, one judge wrote, &#8220;These were all very  interesting endings. The students did a good job!&#8221; Reprinted below are four  of [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p class="TxBrp6" style="text-indent: 0in; line-height: 17.55pt;">A good story makes readers wonder what happens next, after the story ends.  Students in Greenville wrote about what happened after Big Jens and his  crew rescued Taffy.</p>
<p>Of Taffy&#8217;s continuing stories, one judge wrote, &#8220;These were all very  interesting endings. The students did a good job!&#8221; Reprinted below are four  of the chapters, chosen for their overall high quality. Three of the  stories take place just after Taffy is released from the hospital, and the  other describes Taffy&#8217;s future family. Also published below are excerpts  and ideas from other chapters written by students. Thanks to students from  Greenville&#8217;s Eastern Elementary and Hope Middle School and their teachers,  Ms. Broyles and Ms. Roth for sharing their work and encouraging other  readers to think beyond the story.</p>
<p class="TxBrp6" style="text-indent: 0in; line-height: 17.55pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> </span></p>
<p class="TxBrp6" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0in; line-height: 17.55pt;" align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Recovery</span></p>
<p class="TxBrp6" style="text-align: center; line-height: 17.55pt;" align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> </span></p>
<p class="TxBrp6" style="text-indent: 0.6pt; line-height: 17.55pt;"><span> </span>Taffy had never been so happy to see the little old shack in her entire life. After two long days in the DFâ€™s sick house, Taffy was anxious to get home. As Big Jenâ€™s jeep pulled closer, Gramp started up. â€œNow Taffy, just because itâ€™s late and youâ€™re in recovery, doesnâ€™t mean that we shall not honor the Sabbath day and listen to the sermon.â€?</p>
<p class="TxBrp6" style="text-indent: 0.6pt; line-height: 17.55pt;"><span> </span>Taffy smiled in spite of herself. It wasnâ€™t that she didnâ€™t want to listen to the radio sermon. She was so tired that all she wanted to do was sleep.</p>
<p class="TxBrp6" style="line-height: 17.55pt;">After what seemed like an eternity, Big Jens pulled up into the sand surrounding Gramp&#8217;s and Taffyâ€™s home. Big Jens shot Gramp a look, and Gramp said, â€œTaffy, why donâ€™t you head on inside and start up a pot of coffee. Me and Big Jen here are just going to discuss your condition.â€? Taffy nodded obediently and slid down from the jeep, with Brandy on her tail. The way Gramp and Big Jen waited for her to go before they started to talk, Taffy suspected that it wasnâ€™t just her health they were talking about, but she was just too tired to do any snooping today, so she opened the door to the shack and walked in.<span id="more-4"></span></p>
<p class="TxBrp6" style="text-indent: 0in; line-height: 17.55pt;"><span> </span>It looked the same as always. Homey, but messy, with fishing nets thrown about and papers strewn on the floor and on the few tables they had. It was good to be home. After a momentary search for the coffee pot, Taffy set it gently on the burner and poured in the brew. Once she saw that it was beginning to boil, she sat down on the nearest stool and sighed. Something just seemed odd to her. Like something more than Sailor throwing her off had happened, but, as Brandy laid his head on her lap and Taffy relaxed, she soon forgot about her worries.</p>
<p class="TxBrp6" style="line-height: 17.55pt;">Soon, Taffy heard Big Jenâ€™s jeep riding away and Grampâ€™s approaching footsteps. He opened the door, peered around at the mess and sat down next to Taffy. â€œTaffy, how about going and getting me some coffee?â€?</p>
<p class="TxBrp7" style="line-height: 17.55pt;"><span> </span>â€œOf course, Gramp.â€? Taffy reluctantly rose from her stool and poured Gramp a cup of coffee. â€œHere you go.â€? Taffy handed Gramp the coffee with a shaky hand.</p>
<p class="TxBrp7" style="line-height: 17.55pt;"><span> </span>â€œTaffy girl, you canâ€™t go around getting all sick on me now.â€? Gramp said. â€œCome on and have a sit and listen to the sermon.&#8221; After a few seconds of fumbling with the dial, Gramp tuned into the sermon station. As the preacher began to talk, Gramp stared thoughtfully at Taffy. The bump on her head had gone down considerably in the two short days since the incident at the Snyders. She was so young, yet so strong. It was just about killing him, keeping the secret from Taffy, but it was for her own good. Shaking his head and waking up from his daze Gramp put his hand on Taffyâ€™s knee and said â€œTaffy, I love you. I just want you to know that.â€?</p>
<p class="TxBrp7" style="line-height: 17.55pt;"><span> </span>Taffy looked back at him with a smile <em>as </em>big <em>as </em>Cape  Hatteras and as bright as the midday sun itself. â€œI love you too Gramp. I really do.â€? And with that Taffy Willisâ€™ world was set right. (Catherine C., 6<sup>th</sup> grade)</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: ">The End of the Road</span></p>
<p class="TxBrp10" style="line-height: 29.75pt;">Taffy sat by the fireplace, her boys sitting in front of her. On the rug lay Brandy, young Harley beside her. Only a few days ago had Gramp told her the whole story, that she hadnâ€™t just fallen off her horse that night long ago. Taffy had nearly fainted.</p>
<p class="TxBrp12" style="line-height: 33.7pt;">â€œCaptured by Nazis?!â€? she cried, her eyes big.</p>
<p class="TxBrp12" style="line-height: 33.7pt;">â€œWell, spies,â€? said Big Jens with a smile.</p>
<p class="TxBrp11" style="line-height: 32.85pt;">â€œLuckily the war is over, and all have been set free from those concentration camps,â€? said Gramp, sighing.</p>
<p class="TxBrp12" style="line-height: 33.7pt;">â€œYes,â€? answered Taffy, dazed. â€œWell, I need to get home to Justin and Nick. Thereâ€™s no telling what Kennyâ€™s been doing with â€˜em.â€?</p>
<p class="TxBrp12" style="line-height: 33.7pt;">â€œWell, knowing my son, itâ€™s probably somethinâ€™ crazy,â€? replied Big Jens.</p>
<p class="TxBrp12" style="line-height: 33.7pt;">â€œOiâ€™ll see ya soon, Taffy Jens!â€? called Gramp as she got into her car.</p>
<p class="TxBrp12" style="line-height: 33.7pt;">â€œGâ€™ bye, Gramp!â€? Taffy called back, and drove off.</p>
<p class="TxBrp12" style="line-height: 33.7pt;">â€¦</p>
<p class="TxBrp12" style="line-height: 33.7pt;">Whoa!â€? said Justin, so amazed he couldâ€™ve fainted. â€œReal enemy soldiers? Didâ€™cha fight â€˜em, Ma?â€?</p>
<p class="TxBrp12" style="line-height: 33.7pt;">â€œWell, no. I was the victim,â€? answered Taffy.</p>
<p class="TxBrp12" style="line-height: 33.7pt;">â€œWhatâ€™s a victim, Mommy?â€? asked little Nick.</p>
<p class="TxBrp13" style="line-height: 33.7pt;">â€œWow!â€? exclaimed the boys, fascinated.</p>
<p class="TxBrp14" style="line-height: 33.7pt;">â€œWell, I wouldâ€™ve been dead if Grandpa Jens hadnâ€™tâ€™ve come and saved me,â€? said Taffy. â€œI only thought that Iâ€™d fallen off my horse and gotten a <em>nasty </em>bump,â€? Taffy told the boys, showing them the bump behind her ear.</p>
<p class="TxBrp12" style="line-height: 33.7pt;">â€œThatâ€™s awesome, Mom!â€? said the boys. Taffy turned to her husband and smiled. â€œI remember when we went crabbing that very day,â€? said Taffy.</p>
<p class="TxBrp12" style="line-height: 33.7pt;">â€œItâ€™s true, boys,â€? Kenny turned to them. â€œYour mother was on her way home when Sailor got startled and threw her. The men picked her up and carried her away in a blanket!â€?</p>
<p class="TxBrp12" style="line-height: 33.7pt;">â€œYou had to go into the details, didnâ€™t you?â€? Taffy giggled. She ran after Kenny. Soon after, the boys had joined her.</p>
<p class="TxBrp12" style="line-height: 33.7pt;">In the end, Taffy and Kenny ended up lying on the couch, Justin and Nick tickling them.</p>
<p class="TxBrp13" style="line-height: 33.7pt;">The parents laughed, then yawned. â€œI think itâ€™s time for bed,â€? said Kenny, getting up to stretch. The boys went into their war of â€˜awwâ€™ and â€˜do we have to?â€™ Then again, Kenny won, picking them up under his arms and taking them down the hall to their bedroom.</p>
<p class="TxBrp13" style="text-indent: 0in; line-height: 33.7pt;"><span> </span>Soon after, Kenny came down the hall and into the kitchen, where he opened the freezer and grabbed the ice cream. He sat at the table, gazing at all the family photos on the wall. Kenny smiled at the pictures. â€œPure luck.â€?</p>
<p class="TxBrp12" style="line-height: 33.7pt;">He took his last spoonfuls before putting his glass in the sink.</p>
<p class="TxBrp12" style="line-height: 33.7pt;">â€œAll right, time for bed,â€? Kenny said as he walked out of the kitchen, only to find a sleeping Taffy. Kenny laughed. â€œJust like an angel,â€? he said.</p>
<p class="TxBrp12" style="line-height: 33.7pt;">With that, Kenny picked up his sleeping wife with a small kiss, then carried her down the hall into their bedroom, leaving Brandy and Harper snoozing silently on the rug. (Emily M. 6<sup>th</sup> grade)</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: ">Honoring Taffy</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: ">&#8220;All ready to go!&#8221; said Dr. Dolittle, Taffy&#8217;s doctor for the day. &#8220;Your head has healed and your grandfather is waiting downstairs to take you home!&#8221;</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: ">&#8220;Thank you, Dr. Dolittle,&#8221; said Taffy. &#8220;I know the way out.&#8221; So Taffy sped down the stairs and went outside and curiously, Gramp wasn&#8217;t there.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: ">Suddenly, a taxi drove up and the driver asked, &#8220;Are you Taffy Willis?&#8221;</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: "><span> </span>&#8220;Yes, and may I know why you ask?&#8221;</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: ">&#8220;Your grandfather asked me to pick you up.&#8221; said the taxi driver. So Taffy got in and the taxi driver drove her home. Once Taffy got home, she gathered her stuff and went inside.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: ">&#8220;Hello!&#8221; she called, seeing that the lights were off, and nobody was there. &#8220;Is anyboâ€”&#8221;</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: ">&#8220;Surprise!&#8221; Gathered around the living room was Gramp who was holding Brandy, Malene, Big Jens, two of the FBI agents and the Greek guy. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: ">&#8220;Wow!&#8221; said Taffy. &#8220;I can&#8217;t believe it! You guys threw a party just because I got out of the hospital? I&#8217;m not that important!&#8221;</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: ">&#8220;Well, you are to us, and we just wanted to show you some gratitude,&#8221; said Gramp.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: ">&#8220;As you can see, we&#8217;ve got the whole party with us, so we will, before listening to music, listen to something else,&#8221; said Malene. As she turned it on, it blurred, and then focused onâ€¦</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: "><span> </span>&#8220;Taffy Willis, right?&#8221; said the man on the radio. &#8220;Yeah she&#8217;s the reason all the bombing off the coast of North Carolina has stopped. So how about we give her a moment of our lives to thank her for what she&#8217;s done.&#8221; Then there was silence. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: ">Taffy was stunned. Her, a hero? And that, to Taffy Willis, was the best time of World War II. (Alex L., 4<sup>th</sup> grade)</span></p>
<p class="TxBrp12" style="text-indent: 0in; line-height: 33.7pt;">The Awakening</p>
<p class="TxBrp12" style="text-indent: 0in; line-height: normal;"><span> </span>The next morning Taffy work up wondering what had happened to her. &#8220;Hey Gramp.&#8221; said Taffy.</p>
<p class="TxBrp12" style="text-indent: 0in; line-height: normal;"><span> </span>&#8220;Yes, Taffy, what is it?&#8221; said Gramp.</p>
<p class="TxBrp12" style="text-indent: 0in; line-height: normal;"><span> </span>&#8220;I just had one of the weirdest dreams I&#8217;ve had in a while,&#8221; said Taffy.</p>
<p class="TxBrp12" style="text-indent: 0in; line-height: normal;"><span> </span>&#8220;Oh, really? What was your dream about?&#8221; asked Gramp.</p>
<p class="TxBrp12" style="text-indent: 0in; line-height: normal;"><span> </span>Taffy told him the whole story little by little, still not knowing what had really happened. &#8220;I had a dream that I had fallen off of Sailor, and then I got thrown into a bush and landed on my head.&#8221;</p>
<p class="TxBrp12" style="text-indent: 0in; line-height: normal;"><span> </span>&#8220;That sounds like an interesting dream, Taffy,&#8221; said Gramp.</p>
<p class="TxBrp12" style="text-indent: 0in; line-height: normal;"><span> </span>She kept telling Gramp about her dream. &#8220;And then the next thing I knew, I was being captured in a blanket and gagged and blindfolded.&#8221;</p>
<p class="TxBrp12" style="text-indent: 0in; line-height: normal;"><span> </span>There was a short pause between the two of them, but then Taffy kept on explaining her dream. &#8220;And then they put me in a corner. They had put choloroform on me. Big Jens came to the rescue and saved me from the house.&#8221;</p>
<p class="TxBrp12" style="text-indent: 0in; line-height: normal;"><span> </span>Gramp was still in shock to think that his granddaughter had a &#8220;dream,&#8221; for he knew better.</p>
<p class="TxBrp12" style="text-indent: 0in; line-height: normal;"><span> </span>&#8220;I remember I had been taken away from that scary house, and I was safe,&#8221; Taffy included.</p>
<p class="TxBrp12" style="text-indent: 0in; line-height: normal;"><span> </span>Taffy looked around and realized where she wasâ€”the DF Station in a bed, resting.</p>
<p class="TxBrp12" style="text-indent: 0in; line-height: normal;"><span> </span>&#8220;Hey Gramp,&#8221; Taffy asked.</p>
<p class="TxBrp12" style="text-indent: 0in; line-height: normal;"><span> </span>&#8220;Yes, Taffy, what is it? Gramp asked.</p>
<p class="TxBrp12" style="text-indent: 0in; line-height: normal;"><span> </span>&#8220;Why am I in the DF Station?&#8221; said Taffy.</p>
<p class="TxBrp12" style="text-indent: 0in; line-height: normal;"><span> </span>Knowing he needed to protect her, he said to himself, &#8220;What a person don&#8217;t know won&#8217;t hurt them.&#8221; (John H.,<span> </span>6<sup>th</sup> grade)</p>
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<p class="TxBrp12" style="text-indent: 0in; line-height: normal;"><span> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: ">Quotes and ideas from the last chapters that students wrote for<em> Taffy of Torpedo Junction</em>:</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: ">A humorous ending:</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.25in; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: ">â€œPeople were smiling and hugginâ€™ me for weeks to come after I saved Cape Hatteras. The people of the town awarded me with a medal.â€? Taffy said to her grandchild.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: ">â€œGrandma Taffy, weâ€™ve heard that story a million times!â€? (Rachel F.)</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: ">A tragic ending:</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: ">&#8220;The next morning Taffy was out and about. She went outside on the beach and built a raft out of all the driftwood to get out most of her energy. When she put the raft in the water, the tide started to pull her outâ€¦ it pulled her out so far, she was never seen again.&#8221; (Matt D.) </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: ">Other tragic endings:</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: ">&#8220;(Taffy) looked up to see Gramp but she could not find him&#8230; (Big Jens) sadly said â€œTaffy I am sorry to say that your grandpa has suffered a fatal heart attack.â€? â€¦ Big Jens told Taffy that they tried to revive him, but they were not successfulâ€¦. Then Big Jens decided to speak up and say that Taffy could live with him.&#8221; (Sean S.)</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: ">&#8220;Grandpa was having troubles. He had been warring with himself whether to tell Taffy about that night. Grandpa was the only one left who knew the truth. He knew there wasnâ€™t much time left. â€¦ however his body would not be ignored and he forced himself to lie down. The wind began to howl outside but something strange happened. As suddenly as it came, the wind ceased, leaving a gentle zephyr of warm air. Grandpa was washed over with a feeling of great peace. As he fell asleep for the last time, his secret drifted across the breakers and was lost to time.&#8221; (Aakash G.)</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: ">Surprise endings:</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: ">Big Jens turned against his friends: &#8220;When Taffy tried to stretch her arms, she was tied to a chairâ€¦ a figure stepped from the shadows in the corner. &#8216;Big Jens! But why?&#8217; she asked. &#8216;Because the Germans pay more!&#8217; he yelled.&#8221; (Britton P.)</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: ">Gramp and Taffy move away from the Outer Banks: <span> </span>Gramp said, â€œTaffy, I have some news for ya. Weâ€™re going to move to Engelhardâ€? <span> </span><span> </span>in England. (Addie V.S.) </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: ">Taffy&#8217;s captured and taken away on U-boat as Gramp tries to reach and rescue her (Stacie H.)</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: "> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: ">About the Naziis (historical references)</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: ">&#8220;(The Nazis) were sentenced to a lifetime in jailâ€¦. Silently, they all snuck out of the jail without being noticed. (Holstein) planned to burn Taffyâ€™s house to the ground. He began to cover the house in gasoline and lit the match to set the fire. Just as this happened, Big Jens turned the corner of the house. Big Jens got him! Holstein was back in the same jail as the last time, only this time he was alone.&#8221; (Tyler V.)</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: ">&#8220;The chilly cell was dim as Lieberstein looked out longingly, like a bird longing to be free from his cageâ€¦<span> </span>Being in jail gave him plenty of time to think, and he realized something. He realized that Taffy saved so many friends and family. Now he was thankful that Taffy came on that dark night. She saved him as well, saved him from doing something so cruel, so evil, that he shuddered each time that he thought of the task he nearly completed. He felt like he owed Taffy his life.&#8221;(Anja B.)</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: ">Someone working for Nazis kills Sailor. (Jaisa L.)</span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: ">Thoughtful endings: </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: ">When Taffy&#8217;s well past 70, her grandson finds a note in a bottle from Gramp and gives it to his grandmother. â€œDear Taffy, Just in case I never see you again, this is for you. Iâ€™ll always love you for I know just how truly special you are. The cape has a way of getting things to you so I know itâ€™ll get to you someday. Love ya, Taffy, forever. Grampâ€? (Caroline O.)</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: ">Taffy spent two weeks at the hospital and never asked any questions as to what had happened. When she was finally released, she asked Gramp â€“ â€œThis may be a little odd, but has anything odd happened recently?â€? </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: ">Gramps eyes got very wide. â€œIâ€™m afraid that was a dream you must have had while at the sickbay.â€? (Caleb P.) </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: "> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: "> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: ">Two expressions of gratitude:</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: ">â€œTaffy, you may or may not realize it, but because Gramp let you keep that helpless little pup that washed up on the beach, you saved this island and a lot of men at sea,â€? said Big Jens. â€œTaffy, I just want you and your friends to forget about what happened these last nights. Iâ€™m sure this war will be over soon.â€? (Kenneth B.)</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: ">Taffy grabbed her coat and went outside with Brandy to see the ocean. When outside, a patrolman stopped her. He said, â€œThanks for everything Taffy. I couldnâ€™t of done what you did. But I pray thanksgiving every night that youâ€™re still here.&#8221; (Miles W.)</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: ">Family life:</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: ">Several students wrote about Taffy&#8217;s future family and predicted romance for Taffy and Kenny (Kate B., Mark S. and Ashwinee P.). Two writers described her sons as soldiers, a Navy Seal and Vietnam veteran. (Pancho D., Alyssa H.)</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: ">One writer thinks Taffy remains single, becomes a successful artist and exhibits her paintings in museums. (Kaelyn Q.)</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: "> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: ">Other accomplishments for Taffy:</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: ">Taffy wins honors and medals. (Lucas D., Pancho D.)</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: ">Several writers predict that Taffy graduates from college. In one chapter, a university representative visits Taffy: &#8220;East Carolina  University would proudly like to accept you as one of our students. Term starts in September. New hope lingered in the air. â€? (Mayee Z.)</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: ">Taffy&#8217;s careers:</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: ">Two students predicted that Taffy becomes an FBI agent (Naseer A. and Aaron H.) </span></p>
<p class="TxBrp13" style="text-indent: 0in; line-height: 33.7pt;">Taffy and Gramp open a seafood restaurant. (Bennett L.)</p>
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		<description><![CDATA[Starting in January, newspapers across North  Carolina will be publishing a condensed, serialized, 16-chapter version of the book Taffy of Torpedo Junction, thanks to the author&#8217;s daughter, Marcia Wechter Kass and the University of North Carolina Press. In classrooms and homes, through this statewide reading initiative, readers will become acquainted or reacquainted with Taffy [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><img src="http://metalab.unc.edu/uncpress/pics/jackets/w/wechter_taffy_afloat.jpg" align="right" height="225" width="150" />Starting in January, newspapers across <st1:state w:st="on">North  Carolina</st1:state> will be publishing a condensed, serialized, 16-chapter version of the book <em>Taffy of Torpedo Junction, </em>thanks to the author&#8217;s daughter, Marcia Wechter Kass and the <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placetype w:st="on">University</st1:placetype> of <st1:placename w:st="on">North Carolina Press</st1:placename></st1:place>. In classrooms and homes, through this statewide reading initiative, readers will become acquainted or reacquainted with Taffy who lived on the Outer Banks during World War II and witnessed the torpedo attacks along <st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">North Carolina</st1:place></st1:state>&#8217;s coast.</p>
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</em>To better understand any book, readers will often learn about the author. The NC NIE Web site links to sites with information about the author, Nell Wise Wechter. Marcia Wechter Kass, the author&#8217;s daughter, adds to that information in the following interview. Teachers (and parents), if you or your students have additional questions for Marcia Wechter Kass, pass those along.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">AN INTERVIEW with MARCIA WECHTER KASS</p>
<ol style="margin-top: 0in" start="1" type="1">
<li class="MsoNormal">What      motivated your mom, Nell Wise Wechter, to write <em>Taffy of Torpedo Junction</em>?</li>
</ol>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black">Thank you very much for the opportunity to reminisce about my mom and her writing. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black">Nell Wise was a born storyteller, and, as soon as she could put pen to paper, her imagination appeared in print. She observed and absorbed everything around her in the early days of the 20th century.<span>  </span>She saw her father, Enoch Wise, go out in his shad boat everyday to make a living and her mother, Edith Best Wise, work the garden and tend the chickens (and kill snakes!) to turn that &#8220;living&#8221; into meals.</span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black"> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black">Nell, my mom, was the first person from her <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placetype w:st="on">village</st1:placetype>  of <st1:placename w:st="on">Stumpy</st1:placename></st1:place> Point, NC to attend college.<span>  </span>She obtained a two-year-normal teaching certificate from what was then <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placename w:st="on">East</st1:placename> <st1:placename w:st="on">Carolina</st1:placename>  <st1:placetype w:st="on">Teachers College</st1:placetype></st1:place>.<span>  </span>Her favorite professor, Emma L. Hooper, taught English literature.<span>  </span>Mom later dedicated a book to Miss Hooper.<span>  </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black">I believe my mom&#8217;s motivation grew from a sense that values and history need to be preserved. She was prescient in that regard.<span>  </span>And, truth be told, she loved to see others reading her words!<span>  </span>As to <em>Taffy of Torpedo Junction</em>, that was a story she felt HAD to be told&#8230;before the censors and plutocrats &#8220;cleansed&#8221; it of its truth.<span>  </span>My mom and dad lived that story every day of World War II.<span>  </span>She left a lot of the blood and gore out of the book, but Daddy, a pharmacist&#8217;s mate sent to the Outer Banks by the Coast Guard, used to tell me that she would help him at the Coast Guard Station, when he was overwhelmed with shipwreck victims.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp;</p>
<ol style="margin-top: 0in" start="2" type="1">
<li class="MsoNormal">Who      inspired the characters in the book?</li>
</ol>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black">Real people inspired my mom, despite her apologies to the contrary.<span>  </span>Carol White (now Carol Dillon) became Taffy. Carol was my mother&#8217;s student at the school in Buxton.<span>  </span>She had a horse and a dog, and she rode the back Banks just as Taffy did.<span>  </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black">My father inspired Big Jens. My dad was the only medical person on the Outer Banks throughout most of the war and took care of all the military people and most of the civilians and their pets.<span>  </span>I have met many people on the Banks named &#8220;Bob&#8221; or &#8220;Doc&#8221; who owe their lives to my father. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black">Sal Oden, the postmistress, was loosely based on Carol White Dillon&#8217;s mother, Mrs. Maud White.<span>  </span>My mother boarded at Mrs. White&#8217;s house before she married my dad.<span>  </span>Mrs. White was a stern but wonderful woman (just ask Carol!) <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black">The school teacher, Miss White, is my mom.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black">Brandy was actually named after a neighbor&#8217;s dog when my family lived in <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Greensboro</st1:city>, <st1:state w:st="on">NC</st1:state></st1:place>, the place where mom wrote the book.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><br />
</o:p></p>
<ol style="margin-top: 0in" start="3" type="1">
<li class="MsoNormal">What      was life like on the Outer Banks during your childhood?</li>
</ol>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black">Life was hard on the Outer Banks during and after World War II.<span>   </span>&#8220;Nice&#8221; things were scarce, and I remember being excited about tangerines at Christmas. I lived in <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Stumpy   Point</st1:city>, <st1:state w:st="on">NC</st1:state></st1:place> until I was 6 years old and can remember our family&#8217;s having the first telephone in the village. I have a photo of me, barefooted, talking to Governor Kerr Scott on the day the phone was installed.<span>  </span>The Outer Banks had no paved roads and no bridges. All travel was by ferry.<span>  </span>The nearest doctor was 35 miles, and the nearest pharmacy was 60 miles away. But I had a great childhood!<span>  </span>I fished for soft crabs and crawfish, went shoeless most of the time and enjoyed listening to my maternal grandmother talk about the &#8220;old days&#8221; while she crocheted and dipped snuff.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<ol style="margin-top: 0in" start="4" type="1">
<li class="MsoNormal">How      would you describe the tone and content of your mother&#8217;s writing?</li>
</ol>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black">The tone of the writing is both immediate and nostalgic. The content is as pure as Elsie the Cow&#8217;s milk! <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<ol style="margin-top: 0in" start="5" type="1">
<li class="MsoNormal">Who      illustrated <em>Taffy of Torpedo      Junction</em>?</li>
</ol>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black">Mary Walker Sparks illustrated <em>Taffy</em>. Ms. Sparks, a talented artist, caught the flavor of the story.<span>  </span>She was also my 6th grade teacher and the person who taught me how to write in &#8220;cursive&#8221;. I had made it that far in school by printing neatly. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">&nbsp;</p>
<ol style="margin-top: 0in" start="6" type="1">
<li class="MsoNormal">Did      your mother write other books?</li>
</ol>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black">Nell Wise Wechter&#8217;s book credits include: <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black"><span></span></span><em><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black">Taffy of Torpedo Junction</span></em><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black"></span><br />
<em><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black">Teach&#8217;s Light</span></em><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black"></span><br />
<em><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black">Swamp Girl</span></em><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black"></span><br />
<em><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black">Betsy Dowdy&#8217;s Ride</span></em><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black"></span><br />
<em><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black">Some Whisper of Our Name</span></em><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black"></span><br />
<em><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black">The Mighty Midgetts of </span></em><em><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black">Chicamacomico<br />
Windrift</span></em><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black"> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black">Her first story, written when she was 18 years old, was serialized in a local newspaper, <em>The Coastland Times,</em> and titled &#8220;<em>The Romance of <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placename w:st="on">Juniper</st1:placename>  <st1:placetype w:st="on">River</st1:placetype></st1:place>&#8220;.<o:p></o:p></em></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><em><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black"><o:p> </o:p></span></em></p>
<ol style="margin-top: 0in" start="7" type="1">
<li class="MsoNormal" style="color: black"><span>What else would you like to say about      your mom and her work?<o:p></o:p></span></li>
</ol>
<p class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black">Above all, I wish for my mother to be remembered as someone who loved and devoted her life to children.</span></strong><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black"><span>  </span>When she died, I got a letter from the first class she ever taught in 1932, saying she was the best teacher they ever had. <span> </span>My sentiments, exactly! <o:p></o:p></span></p>
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