Quiet Please - In the House Where I Was Born

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1:24Hurry in, these deals won't last. Visit vansouralbersons.com for more deals and ways to save. The neutral broadcasting systems present Quietly is, which is written and directed by WC. Quietly tonight is called, in my house, where I was born. Another year, another year, and I come back to the house where I was born.

2:28Every year I do it, just before graduation there. Just waiting to come here. Everybody ought to go back once a year to the house where he was born. Just look around and remember, remember, and change from. The house where I was born is old. Then the old Porsche's gone. The big day window where I used to just watch the snow on winter last moon. And the wooden steps go straight up from the sidewalk to the big double front door. The house was painted red when I lived there. Red was quite trimming. There was a big colladian plant in the front yard. Elephant ears, my grandmother used to call it. You remember those, too?

3:29My brother and I used to pull them and make them brothers out of grandma and jaw still are here, too. Can't even tell now where the colladians were. Then the old wood shed, the two generations of it, the car and the iron issues down. I remember 3DO 1884. And my brother's initials 1905. And all the other. That's gone through. Another's a dog, a little brown and white fox's face. A name named... Kitsy, wasn't it? So many years ago. Here was living room. The sitting room we called it. Around those basebrennen with the ice and glass in the doors, vertical. The couch table with a cracked marble top with a lamp set.

4:31The round lamp with a yellow trick sheet. And my brother and I, reading the highly made, and wishing we too to be particularly grateful in one cut. They're not a thing like that, do they? Mother, sitting at the road, we'd argue over the big, ring battle-homitable public. And there'll be a hot time, and we'll overcome for the first time. Well, I wasn't so long ago. Then my father, inside the manger, hadn't come back to the market. And the center's quite dry now. Then the white man lost his skills as far as the ice down. But I don't know the white man lost to me. I'm not afraid of the black fox. Maybe they could tell me where I started at. But the old room, a glow comes slowly from my eyes. And there, shifters, the drops of the fox's spine.

5:34And I'm a little boy. But let's get back to the black-tiggered junction, please. No, no. Oh, no, no. Oh, no, no, no. What will I tell you about some of this, right? Is it almost time to do it? Sure, it's almost time to do it. But no. It's bad if we leave that dumpster here. We're dancing in our lonely room. And the white man is living right there. And the black man is living right here. That's the one in the real world, mama. Right, it's a little bit too big. Where we are going, it's not the real world. Where we are going, it's not the real world. Well, it's the world that we're going to have to somebody. But no, no, no. The black man is very kind and very good. And down all the walls in the basement, and out in the center of the wall, it's supposed to be a little bit of a good day.

6:34And I suppose my dreaming people know where my dreaming people are. And when we were really there, we'd have a very cleverly guarded battle. And I think we'd like people to kind of drive the bear away. But they do let the bear come at me, and it's the best of us we want to. And then we go to the wind. And we'll let the people ride on the track, with every door. And then we'll wake him up in the morning, and he takes them back to the world. And then we'll go to the wind. Oh, I don't think so. No, he's gone for no other than me. I'm going to get it. But he's going to get it. So he's going to get it. I guess not. That's not possible. It's a little easy. That's just the doctor. I'm going to get it. I'm going to get it. I'm going to get it. I'm going to get it. Why, I have a sword of man. Oh, mama. I'm going to get it. Oh, what? My eyes have seen the glory of the family,

7:35my love. He's standing out of the wind, and the grace of God has healed. He has missed the face of my dreams. Every seldom, he's gone. He's lost his mind. That's not his long face. And the light grows dim. And I am in darkness again, till the house where I was born. And this house where I was born is in a great city, and the wide street fulfills with crowds of people. And I remember again, so many things. The thunder of the elevated railways overhead on a brisk afternoon in the orphanage. And the open streetcar clanging its way up the street. My father pointing and telling me

8:35that that's the last trip of the open streetcar is up Broadway, so next summer. And a friendly policeman and a round top helmet, thanking me, Jovillie, is night-stakes. As we talk, the plaza on the way to the central part of the street. And the house where I was born. Wearing a happy and the crisp evening, climbing the boundstone steps into a high ceiling now, with a fireplace in the front room. The great stairway, and the long, in-fighting menace. And the cat with a blue ribbon for a collar and the longest, sharpest claws in the world. And the telephone that he could talk even to Brooklyn with. The house where I was born. And now, a sign on the front along side the tall doors. The sign that says, Swedish restaurant, then still in the concrete sidewalk at the foot of the set.

9:36The prince of my two shoes, but I could span with a hand. Then my conditions. Then the date, 1901. And I turned away from the tall floor with one. For I have not done with my homework, Jovillie, yet. In the house where I was born, there is not one stone upon another. For the path of war that it crossed its joy on. And the structure followed for all the people who dwell in it. But the scent of my luck is strong in the evening air, even here. And before my eyes, I've seen a desolation dim. And the house where I was born lived again. And it is a spring evening.

10:38There seems to be music in the air. Can I feel happiness again as I saw this that night? When I first got home, I cried. What was her name? Have I forgotten? I knew that the threshold was my loss. Oh, darling, this is home. A fine home, wonderful home. My people have lived here. Since the 30th was, you have told me that. They don't build houses like this anymore, my love. See the wall. I'm this stone from the glory over there. And the water. Why there is my great-great-great grandfather's blood in that house? I know. He drew blood from his own arm and spayed it into the mountain. Because I thought there was always something of him in the house. Well, it was also a charm, you know, the witch woman. I know. You say there are three things that Jesus can tell him what to do to make the house stand forever. Well, how do you know so much about it? You have done it so many times. Oh, so I have.

11:39And really, it's glass in the windows too. I was told what the house going to tell you. There's not another one like it in the whole village. I was told. And we'll take it to America when we go. Yes, you really want to go to America. What, of course I do. You do, too, don't you? Could he not be happy here with you? Well, we could be happy anywhere. But in America? Oh, no, we would be rich and I'd have two dresses and someday we'd have a mother's house. What's wrong? It is so far from this house where you have been born in it. Why would our children be born? San sampaih clapping noises San numerous Santa Vivo Ferrari and there are not so many of us fall in love with this place, that I am just like a отateful doll

12:39with my love for a fellow. And with the love of the Pacti Pacti there wouldcus manage back to Zhenan. What happened? I wanted Go. You and all around the world except a few of these ziplock-ır weiß lips on you Then the house where I was born is a doby shack somewhere in the Texas Van Halen. The wide plains of the west, that your way endlessly beyond it. Now the corrugated is broken, the Bunkhouse roof is gone. Horn toad squat on the decrepit porch, right laid, cowboy in Indian. I look above the door, and the brand is building. The brand that looks in the early darkness like Raptor A, but might be too up and too down, or a running doubting. And there's a dry, dusty smell about the place, and a echo of almost forgotten songs, cribbered down the air.

13:40But the Chisholm Shaea went past our place, all the way from Belton up to the North Fork of the Canadian Appalines. I've seen white faces, bothered by the thousands go past our gates. Hood, the riders, places in the hot known, the long moon this night. Van belongs, low song of oyster jokes, his music, to the years of a lot forgotten texting. We never come back to stay to the house where he was born. The late flowers on the grave up there on the little hill, under the cottonwood tree. Van the house where I was born is a doby shack,

14:45Van the house where I was born is a sawed roofed cottage in a peat bog country of Ireland, to 9.19. Then returned for the visit with the old folks after three years in America, where I'd become all yanky. Van my brother and I took before the door, talk at evening about the strangeness of the new world in its custom. The customs of other people beyond the various seas. And it is this very day, 34 years ago, in 1914. And I'm back here, there'll be war and you'll be before the year is out, Malad. Oh, that's just tough. I just talked to stars every war the world has ever seen. Carries are billers just waiting for somebody just at the world alike. And as many a good ladle comes to us and puts it at house. Well, we'll never get in it. The Americans. Yeah. I don't know about that. You're too far away. Let the English and the Germans fight about cars that he went to say.

15:49What you're saying? You won't go to war. I'm not too sure about that. Imagine your friend tells you she's taking an innocent family trip to Greenville, South Carolina. We'll call her Emma. The trip sounds great to you. Hiking at John's Dabbs, dinner at Topsoil, a room at the best hotel in town. Harmless, right? Here's the same. Emma and her family never returned from Greenville. They disappear. You search for answers, but nothing adds up. Emma had a great life back home. You guys were best friends. What happened? Well, the truth is once Emma realized she could have access to Michelin-recognized restaurants, nature, local shops, and performing arts all in one place, everywhere else started to seem a little... Meh. Emma's vacation is a cautionary tale. If you're coming this way, don't forget to tell your friends and neighbors goodbye. Visit Greenville, South Carolina, but you may never want to leave. Learn more at visitcreamvolsc.com.

16:54Earn your Farm D in as little as 33 months with West Coast University's hybrid program no bachelor's degree required. Eligible transfer credits may be accepted. West Coast University, as real as it gets, visit West Coast University.edu. WCU cannot guarantee employment. Fight for the English? No, I wasn't. I got very much sure enough. But there are some very good Irish regiments in the British Army. The English skills and skills are there. The Royal Irish rifles, the double skills of the... You stay out of it. All right. Well, you can't go and leave the old folks alone. No, if I wish I'd go here now. I've cut it out. Well, you talk of this war just around the corner. That's just exactly what I think, too. Well, all right. Well, I'll be back in a state long for your war rise. And I'll stay there, too.

17:54Then I left the house where I was born. The smoky damp little house beside the road of the sea. And I'd not seen it again. Save when it comes. Decoration day time, and I go back. Unbeknownst to my brother. I'm looking a door to where he sits. An old man plucking his pipe, alone by the peak fire. And once, it was long years ago. The village creed. That was him. And I heard my brother... ...became me. I... ...he could have been different, Carter. My brother just come back from the war. Maybe he was a sighting young black Carter. Ah, him and me. Well, I would have done something with the place. But now it's too late. And there was a day on the ranch in the Texas panhandle

18:57when a tall young man in Levi's in high hudabood, paddled and brided the horse, said goodbye to an old man. Should hands over half dozen cowhands in the Mexican food? Road away towards a railroad that was to be the first laugh of a long, long journey. And I remember, I turned and looked back at the house, what I was born. And someone was singing an old song. I was walking on the hill, the streets of a little, as I walked out in a little one day. I found a young cow, and I laughed up in one line, laughed up in one line, and I thought it was a good thing.

20:09And here again, in the house where I was born, I stand again beside the walls of stone mockered with the blood of my great, great, great grandfather, and in my arms I hold a weeping one. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, I'm sleepy. The muscles are beyond the little choir, my dear. Only to like an end of my destiny. I'll never see you again. Oh, but you will. And now I can really get myself out of my hands. Oh, God, my dear, my God, my dear, my dear, my dear. There we've been to always before. Now be reasonable, and in six months a year. Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Don't tell me. I'm going to stay here both of us. This is our home. This is our house where you were born. Look at me, love.

21:11Love it. I love you. It'll be such a little while. You will come to a manor. We'll be so happy. And so will it. It's such a little time to wait. We know it is. I love you. And I, just as. And I went away. And I have never again seen the house where I was born. Except in dreams. Dreams such as this dream tonight. When the ruins lift and form themselves for a little moment in the darkness. She moved to America. And the day she arrived, I was trapped in. I was never able to find her again. But then she was never able to find me.

22:14She was. When the house where I was born there was no memory left of me. Only the two prints of a child's shoes and the concrete remade. There's a memorial that I once lived. The house where I was born is forgotten. And the house where I was born when my little brother and I played in the Caladian bed. This is almost forgotten, too. There is a pack of yellow letters somewhere in the house. Lost behind the theme in the attic, maybe. The pack of yellow letters was soldiers mailed in the place where the stamps were going. And my name and my nephew number in the other corner. My mother is a full of names like Albert, Miss Alvin, Shoton Cole, Dead Man's Hill, Compton White, Ray Bond. Names like those sacred letters on an ancient island set.

23:15Obscured by newer names written over them. Omaha Beach, Baston, Okinawa. They are all names of places where men have died. And one day, they'll all be forgotten. Please, God. I remember one of those names, those first names. I won't tell you the name of a town, a clean little town that wants to live through the houses. The dirty shambles in October 1918. I couldn't hear the shells from the 77th bursting in the streets. I couldn't hear what the chapter was saying to me. I could just see a dirty, face man in the helmet moving his lips to be bent over me. This is very quiet. And very lonely. I didn't even hear the shell that killed him and the other man that was standing alongside him. It was quiet for a long, long time.

24:20And then, I heard a little boy's voice. And I said to myself, I'm home. That's my boy. That night before decoration. And I was a girl. And it was. What's going on? What's going on? What's going on? That night, I was a little bit empty. There's an excellent room on the roof. This is a nice room. What's going on in the middle, Mama? I'm going to have a little bit of a sweet song. I'm going to have a little bit of a sweet song. I'm going to have a little bit of a sweet song. I'm going to have a little bit of a sweet song. This one's a part of the day, so it's just hard to find a beautiful song. Many of good lives will come to a end, just like an hour ago.

25:21So it's the season. It's the season. The sun is shining. The sun is shining. The sun is shining. The sun is shining. The sun is shining. The sun is shining. The sun is shining. The sun is shining. The sun is shining. They set a marble tomb above my shattered self, seeking to do meon at us. To recompense the searing days, the crawling nights I died in. He lies here deep, the grave I let his day. He lies here deep, unknown to all said God. Oh, sweet it is, they say. Oh, sweet it is to die of a battle dance.

26:25Yes, it is sweet, as God was sweet and warm wood. So is death. I die. I felt a bit of fire in the cleaving steel, the pain. I am content. Yet I am weary in my set of men's, the cleave of death is not so very deep. And lately the spring has come. And yesterday a tiny root of some green thing has split the stones apart, while in I lie. Let's tend the questing fingers seek my hand, as mine saw flowers on some yesterday for God. Above my head the hucked clang of arms, the measured tread of sentinels that God might dead for goodness' sleep. My face is dim in eternity now.

27:31But once you knew me, perhaps you were to hear the sizes that spoke my name. Is it you that I hear through the dust or my gun? Is it your little song that I hear over my mother? I am in my tune of marble. I am in my tune of soul. I am in the chief of the moral. I am the chief of the dead. I died. And dying became a mystery. To every mother's son, to every brother, to every soldier, to his comrades.

28:33I, the chief of the dead. I was content to lie here, masked in uncertainty. Having the army devoured you here in my marble tune. I was content, I say. Yet now spring comes again as I saw it once before that day I died. Is it your hand that rats on the stone or my sister? Is it your tears that fall on the stone or my wife? I hear the trumpets now. The volley sound, the sails flashed against the sound. I may not know. I may not rise.

29:35I have my beauty here alone. I, in my tune of marble. I, in my tune of stone. I, in the chief of the moral. I am the chief of the dead. Why have I used to tonight was called in the house where I was born. It was written and directed by Lollis Cooper and Ernest Kaplow was the man who spoke to you. Out of the accounts were a lot of significance.

30:37Chief of the voice, Betty Ragging and Jason Huffman. I am feelings that are in constant conditions from politics. Doctor Rick McCree, my descendant of the eyes of the world. Honestly, I seldom find trouble when I have to care. Since the stars shot in hell, the world went away, I have a car relic of the Heaven's half. Why are we going? Dennis Campbell. There's a few slow-broad casting systems.