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01-26-13 09:02 PM
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This is my work but please ignore the word count because I do not want it rising so fast.Just don't take away my jersey points for this. Is it possible to travel through time and visit an entirely different era? Reports of "time-slips," episodes in which people have suddenly found themselves in a different period of history, have circulated for years. Some people claim that these time-slips are proof of reincarnation, evidence that perhaps the person lived during that era in a previous life. Others claim that Earth actually has mysterious time warps that can transport people backward and forward in time and space. Still others believe the whole concept is simply the result of an overactive imagination. But for two teachers visiting France, the phenomenon was all too real. And, although the two never identified what caused them to slip through time, they never had any doubts that they had actually traveled back in history. Ellen Leicester and her friend Nicole Longbranch were excited about their trip to France.they were both French teachers and had been there before, but this time they were going to spend an entire month in romantic Paris. They planned to visit all of the historical sites they could, particularly the grand palaces and homes built during Marie Antoinette's time, just before the French Revolution. Each of them found that period of French history fascinating. It was a time when French fashions and society were at their opulent best. Of course, the era rich lifestyles eventually brought about the downfall of France-and the beheading of Marie and her husband Louis XVI. But those events did nothing to dimish the wonder of the era, at least not as far as Ellen was concerned. The teachers spent the first day of their trip unpacking and planning how they wound spend the rest of their time there. They planned to spend the next day at Versailles, the magnificent palace built by Louis XIV, a palace that still housed some of the art world's most priceless treasures. From there, they would visit Petit Trianon, Marie Antoinette's summer home. Ellen and Nicole head out the next day and tried to visit Versailles, only to discover the grand palace was closed for the day. Not to worry, Nicole told her friend. They could head straight for the Petit Trianon. They didn't have their guidebook with them, but Ellen was certain she could find her way. The ladies began their journey down a narrow dirt lane that seemed familiar to them both. Before long, though, Ellen realized that she was a bit turned around. She admitted as much to Nicole who suggested that they continue walking toward a group of farm buildings that lay ahead. Maybe someone there could give them directions-or even a ride to Petit Trianon. It was strangely quiet as they headed down the wooded path. They soon reached a gate and saw two men working in the garden. The men were dressed oddly-in long grayish-green coats-and they seemed totally consumed with their work. "Excuse me," Ellen said in French. "Could one of you point me in the direction of Petit Trianon?" Both men looked up, a little startled. "Do you plan to visit the Queen?" one asked, with a confused look on his face. "Why, no, my dear. Whatever do you mean? Which queen ? France no longer has royalty," Ellen replied. The men looked even more confused than ever and shook their heads. "Come, Ellen," Nicole said "These two gentlemen must be confused. Let's head toward the cottage and ask for help." The two made their way to a cottage. In front of the small house, standing on steep stone steps, they saw a woman and a young girl. Both were wearing long dresses. Although the dresses were a bit tattered, they had once been beautiful. The fabric, Ellen noticed, was exquisite. "Excuse me," Ellen began, only to be suddenly interrupted. From around the corner a strange man appeared, wearing a wide-brimmed hat and cloak. His dark-skinned face was badly marked by small, round scars. "May I show you the way, mesdames?" the man asked and bowed with a flourish. He pointed to a bridge and a ravine. "The place you are searching for is just over there. You're almost there," he said, again bowing low to the two women. The teachers headed off in the direction where he pointed, not knowing what to make of what they had just seen. It was as if they had stumbled onto some strange historical pageant, complete with people in costume. But as they approached the building they recognized as Petit Trianon, things grew even stranger. Once again, the air was eerily still. Off in the distance, the two could see a couple of workers loading sticks into a cart. The workers were dressed oddly for such a task-in red and blue capes. The rest of Petit Trianon seemed deserted. Just to the right of the two men sat a woman, her hair white with powder. She was sketching the scene in front of her and seemed unaware of the presence of the two visitors. Then, in the blink of an eye, the two teachers were back in their room at their hotel. The whole situation was incredibly weird. Neither of them could remember how they got back to Paris, nor did they know how much time had passed since their sightseeing trip had started. But they both were certain they had been to the summer estate. And their tired limbs and muddy shoes were proof that they had walked some distance. The incident haunted the two women. The next day, they went to the French Academy of History to see if they could get to the bottom of what had happened. There, they researched Petit Trianon and the surrounding areas. Ellen was shocked at what she found. The gray-green costume she had seen the first two men wearing matched the uniform of the royal livery during the time of Marie Antoinette. In another of the old dusty volumes, Nicole found an article about the caretaker's cottage. It reported that a fourteen-year-old girl lived there with her mother, who was Marie Antoinette's cook in 1789. Then there was some information about a pock-marked man. According to one of the books they uncovered, Marie Antoinette had an intimate friend named the Comte de Vaudriuil. The reference said he was pock-marked and was of Creole descent, which would explain his dark skin. Then they found the strangest coincidence of all. Marie Antoinette liked to spend her summer days sketching the fields of Petit Trianon. She usually did so completely alone, with no ladies at her side. Had the two actually stepped back in time? Had they somehow slipped through history's window and actually become part of Marie Antoinette's world? Had they, in fact, actually seen Marie Antoinette? Or was this all some sort of strange coincidence? Perhaps there was some logical explanation. Perhaps, indeed, the Petit Trianon hosted some sort of historical programs that featured costumed participants. The women had to find out. The next day, they headed back to Petit Trianon. When they arrived, they were shocked to find that the place was far different from the one they had seen previously, There were no farm buildings and no cottage. Only a fallen stone wall marked where a cottage once might have been. There was no ravine either, nor a bridge that led to Petit Trianon, only a well-worn pathway. When the two approached the building, they were met by a caretaker, but he far different from the cloaked gentleman they had seen earlier. He wore modern clothes and simple pants, and he behaved quite normally. "Tell me, sir," Ellen asked, "is Petit Trianon ever home to some sort of historical pageant with actors in costumes playing roles?" The caretaker shook his head. "No," he replied. "We operate mostly as a simple museum. There's no budget for that kind of fancy show." "Do you know," Nicole continued, "if there was a small cottage just over that ravine?" "And a bridge? Was there ever a bridge?" Ellen asked. The caretaker smiled. "Yes, how did you know? The cottage was home to Marie Antoinette's cook and her daughter, but it fell into disrepair years ago and was finally torn down. "And there was a bridge, too," he continued. "It was part of the formal gardens the Queen had created in this part of her world. But it fell down many years ago." Ellen finally believed what she would not let herself believe before. She had indeed, somehow, slipped through time and had visited eighteenth-century France. And, as she wrote years later in a famous book about the incident, "I would not have believed such a thing could happen. . .But now I know that indeed all things are possible." This is my work but please ignore the word count because I do not want it rising so fast.Just don't take away my jersey points for this. Is it possible to travel through time and visit an entirely different era? Reports of "time-slips," episodes in which people have suddenly found themselves in a different period of history, have circulated for years. Some people claim that these time-slips are proof of reincarnation, evidence that perhaps the person lived during that era in a previous life. Others claim that Earth actually has mysterious time warps that can transport people backward and forward in time and space. Still others believe the whole concept is simply the result of an overactive imagination. But for two teachers visiting France, the phenomenon was all too real. And, although the two never identified what caused them to slip through time, they never had any doubts that they had actually traveled back in history. Ellen Leicester and her friend Nicole Longbranch were excited about their trip to France.they were both French teachers and had been there before, but this time they were going to spend an entire month in romantic Paris. They planned to visit all of the historical sites they could, particularly the grand palaces and homes built during Marie Antoinette's time, just before the French Revolution. Each of them found that period of French history fascinating. It was a time when French fashions and society were at their opulent best. Of course, the era rich lifestyles eventually brought about the downfall of France-and the beheading of Marie and her husband Louis XVI. But those events did nothing to dimish the wonder of the era, at least not as far as Ellen was concerned. The teachers spent the first day of their trip unpacking and planning how they wound spend the rest of their time there. They planned to spend the next day at Versailles, the magnificent palace built by Louis XIV, a palace that still housed some of the art world's most priceless treasures. From there, they would visit Petit Trianon, Marie Antoinette's summer home. Ellen and Nicole head out the next day and tried to visit Versailles, only to discover the grand palace was closed for the day. Not to worry, Nicole told her friend. They could head straight for the Petit Trianon. They didn't have their guidebook with them, but Ellen was certain she could find her way. The ladies began their journey down a narrow dirt lane that seemed familiar to them both. Before long, though, Ellen realized that she was a bit turned around. She admitted as much to Nicole who suggested that they continue walking toward a group of farm buildings that lay ahead. Maybe someone there could give them directions-or even a ride to Petit Trianon. It was strangely quiet as they headed down the wooded path. They soon reached a gate and saw two men working in the garden. The men were dressed oddly-in long grayish-green coats-and they seemed totally consumed with their work. "Excuse me," Ellen said in French. "Could one of you point me in the direction of Petit Trianon?" Both men looked up, a little startled. "Do you plan to visit the Queen?" one asked, with a confused look on his face. "Why, no, my dear. Whatever do you mean? Which queen ? France no longer has royalty," Ellen replied. The men looked even more confused than ever and shook their heads. "Come, Ellen," Nicole said "These two gentlemen must be confused. Let's head toward the cottage and ask for help." The two made their way to a cottage. In front of the small house, standing on steep stone steps, they saw a woman and a young girl. Both were wearing long dresses. Although the dresses were a bit tattered, they had once been beautiful. The fabric, Ellen noticed, was exquisite. "Excuse me," Ellen began, only to be suddenly interrupted. From around the corner a strange man appeared, wearing a wide-brimmed hat and cloak. His dark-skinned face was badly marked by small, round scars. "May I show you the way, mesdames?" the man asked and bowed with a flourish. He pointed to a bridge and a ravine. "The place you are searching for is just over there. You're almost there," he said, again bowing low to the two women. The teachers headed off in the direction where he pointed, not knowing what to make of what they had just seen. It was as if they had stumbled onto some strange historical pageant, complete with people in costume. But as they approached the building they recognized as Petit Trianon, things grew even stranger. Once again, the air was eerily still. Off in the distance, the two could see a couple of workers loading sticks into a cart. The workers were dressed oddly for such a task-in red and blue capes. The rest of Petit Trianon seemed deserted. Just to the right of the two men sat a woman, her hair white with powder. She was sketching the scene in front of her and seemed unaware of the presence of the two visitors. Then, in the blink of an eye, the two teachers were back in their room at their hotel. The whole situation was incredibly weird. Neither of them could remember how they got back to Paris, nor did they know how much time had passed since their sightseeing trip had started. But they both were certain they had been to the summer estate. And their tired limbs and muddy shoes were proof that they had walked some distance. The incident haunted the two women. The next day, they went to the French Academy of History to see if they could get to the bottom of what had happened. There, they researched Petit Trianon and the surrounding areas. Ellen was shocked at what she found. The gray-green costume she had seen the first two men wearing matched the uniform of the royal livery during the time of Marie Antoinette. In another of the old dusty volumes, Nicole found an article about the caretaker's cottage. It reported that a fourteen-year-old girl lived there with her mother, who was Marie Antoinette's cook in 1789. Then there was some information about a pock-marked man. According to one of the books they uncovered, Marie Antoinette had an intimate friend named the Comte de Vaudriuil. The reference said he was pock-marked and was of Creole descent, which would explain his dark skin. Then they found the strangest coincidence of all. Marie Antoinette liked to spend her summer days sketching the fields of Petit Trianon. She usually did so completely alone, with no ladies at her side. Had the two actually stepped back in time? Had they somehow slipped through history's window and actually become part of Marie Antoinette's world? Had they, in fact, actually seen Marie Antoinette? Or was this all some sort of strange coincidence? Perhaps there was some logical explanation. Perhaps, indeed, the Petit Trianon hosted some sort of historical programs that featured costumed participants. The women had to find out. The next day, they headed back to Petit Trianon. When they arrived, they were shocked to find that the place was far different from the one they had seen previously, There were no farm buildings and no cottage. Only a fallen stone wall marked where a cottage once might have been. There was no ravine either, nor a bridge that led to Petit Trianon, only a well-worn pathway. When the two approached the building, they were met by a caretaker, but he far different from the cloaked gentleman they had seen earlier. He wore modern clothes and simple pants, and he behaved quite normally. "Tell me, sir," Ellen asked, "is Petit Trianon ever home to some sort of historical pageant with actors in costumes playing roles?" The caretaker shook his head. "No," he replied. "We operate mostly as a simple museum. There's no budget for that kind of fancy show." "Do you know," Nicole continued, "if there was a small cottage just over that ravine?" "And a bridge? Was there ever a bridge?" Ellen asked. The caretaker smiled. "Yes, how did you know? The cottage was home to Marie Antoinette's cook and her daughter, but it fell into disrepair years ago and was finally torn down. "And there was a bridge, too," he continued. "It was part of the formal gardens the Queen had created in this part of her world. But it fell down many years ago." Ellen finally believed what she would not let herself believe before. She had indeed, somehow, slipped through time and had visited eighteenth-century France. And, as she wrote years later in a famous book about the incident, "I would not have believed such a thing could happen. . .But now I know that indeed all things are possible." |
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