The Ghost and Mrs. Muir
Rated G
Timeline: Through out the series and after
The characters belong to Twentieth Century Fox, I have only borrowed them for the purposes of this story. No profit shall be made from this story
Thanks to Susan G and Denise G for their support as always and for the great editing job. Also thanks to Denise R for letting me know how much she enjoyed it!
Mother's Day
My Mom
Jonathan Muir
Age 5
My mom is very nice. She is very pretty. She
sometimes tucks me in bed at night. She is
really pretty. She calls me sweetie. She smells
good. She loves me. She loves Candy.
She loved Daddy when he was alive. Even when they yelled.
Mommy has blonde hair. Her name is Mom. My Mom loves me. We love each other.
My sister wrote this for me.
Jonathan
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My Mom
Jonathan Muir
Grade 1
My mother is a great Mom. She always smiles at me in
the morning. She is very pretty.
My mother is sometimes very busy, but not always. She
took me to the zoo for my
birthday.
And brought me a model plane. She says I'm her little
man. We love each other.
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My mother
Jonathan Muir
Miss Hunter's 2nd grade
My mother is wonderful. She works hard to give me and
Candy a good life. Many nights I
can hear her typewriter working late. My mother calls
me sweetie and kisses me when we
are
alone. She would never kiss me in front of people.
She's neat that way.
She doesn't cook breakfast like other mothers but she
does lots of other neat stuff like
play ball with me or even take me fishing. She calls
me her little man. I like that. I
love
my mother.
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Mother
Jonathan Muir
5C
My mother is the best mother that I know of. She
doesn't yell at me if I make a bad
grade or mess up at ball practice and she takes my
side against Candy, except when Candy is
right
of course.
My mother works hard and makes sure we all have
everything we need.
I really like when she comes into my room at night and
covers me up. I usually push back
the covers on purpose just so I know she will come in.
She always smells so good. I know
when she is close when I can smell her perfume. I
stole one of her gloves once and slept
with it under her pillow. (Please don't tell my
mom about this)
My mother calls me Sir and shakes my hand solemnly but
when she tucks me in she kisses me
and says I love you.
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An Essay on My Parents.
By Jonathan Muir
Grade 9
My father died when I was two years old and I don't
really remember him. I know he was a
college professor and he was very popular. He was
running for senator from Pennsylvania
when
he died in a car accident. My grandfather says he
would have made a fine senator.
My mother is Carolyn Muir and she is a writer. We
live in Gull Cottage, which everyone
says is haunted but that never stops us from living
there. My mother has written a book
about
Captain Daniel Gregg and it is pretty good.
Sometimes my mother doesn't understand me and
sometimes we even argue. I want to go join
the navy when I grow up and she doesn't want me too,
but I know she loves me anyway.
I don't want to live in Schooner Bay when I get older,
I want to see the world. I hope
someday my mother will understand that.
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Jonathan Muir
12th grade creative writing.
The person I admire most.
The person I admire most would have to be my mother,
Carolyn Muir. She gives us things
we need but I wish we could have some other things as
well. She doesn't seem to
understand
that I really need a new bike or a new jacket like the
guys have.
I do know that as a writer, the money is sometimes
scarce but she has written a couple of
books and is doing well. My sister and I saw some of
Mom's books in a store in
Philadelphia
last summer.
When I was a small child I thought my mother was the
most beautiful and perfect mother in
the world. And I still do, although I don't tell her
that anymore. It just seems sort
of
babyish to admit that. Perhaps someday when I'm older,
I'll be able to tell her that
again.
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Jonathan Muir
APO New York #456789
New York, New York. 10025
Dear Mom,
I just wanted to write a quick note before we ship
out. It's not that I don't expect to
come back home but just in case this is a lot worse
than we think, there were a few
things I
wanted to tell you.
I love you, Mommy. I couldn't have asked for a better
mother and I don't think I ever
told you that. I sometimes took your hard work for
granted, not caring that you gave
everything
for us.
I know that moving to Gull Cottage took a lot of
bravery on your part, especially now
that I know of all the problems you had with
grandparents etc. But you never let on, you
always
had a smile for us and told us that everything would
be okay.
I'm sorry I was such a pain growing up, especially in
high school. I complained a lot
about not enough new clothes and not getting a new
bike or a car on my 16th birthday. I'm
sorry
I got mad at you about Jenny. I can see now that you
and the Captain were right about
that, but at the time I couldn't.
I love the way you stood behind me, even when you
hated me joining the navy and going
half-way around the world. I will do my best to come
home to you and the Captain, and I
know if
I do it will be the thought of you that pulls me
through it.
When I was a little boy I took one of your gloves one
time and hid it under my pillow
because I wanted to be able to smell you anytime I
felt like it. The fragrance of your
perfume
was a stabilizing factor in my life and I knew that
everything would be okay when I
smelled it, because it meant that you were close by.
I wish you were here with me now, but I
know
in a way that you are.
Tell Captain Gregg to take care of you for me, even
though I know he always does. I love
you both and hope to be walking up the steps of Gull
Cottage very soon.
Your son,
Jonathan.