Monday, March 23, 2015

Salutations from Atlanta, Georgia!

Hi First Graders,
I learned that fancy way to say hello when your teacher read Charlotte's Web. I like to learn big words and use big words. Do you like that too?

Georgia is the state right next to ours - it is not very far away at all. I am finding out that many things here are just the same as in South Carolina. Mia asked about the plants here. I went outside in the backyard, and found some that you can see right now in Rock Hill.

 
These are called daffodils, and they are nice because you only have to plant them once, and they come up every spring. Some other flowers have to be planted each year.
 
Here are more flowers in the yard. They smell very sweet. Their name is grape hyacinth. I'll bet you can guess why they are called that.
 
 
 
The weather here is a lot like the weather in Rock Hill. It rains a lot in spring! We went to for a walk in Piedmont Park on a rainy day, and I saw some animals that don't mind getting wet at all!
 
 
The ducks and turtles live in a pond, so raindrops don't bother them a bit! How many turtles can you count in the picture? How many ducks? Which is more? How many more?
 
 
 
 
I don't want to get wet, though. Dr. Kristie shared her umbrella, and kept me nice and dry. These birds are Canadian Geese. They swim in the pond too. Behind the park you can see the skyscrapers downtown.
 
Atlanta is a large city - bigger than Charlotte, so there are lots of big city things to do that are very different from Rock Hill. We took a ride on the subway. In Atlanta it is called MARTA. It goes a lot faster than a car, because it doesn't have to stop for red lights, and there are never any traffic jams.
 
 
 Xaria asked if I met any famous people. No, I haven't, but I did see a famous place. This is the house where Dr. Martin Luther King was born and grew up. It is on Auburn Avenue. We took the picture from the car window as we were driving past. You might have seen it in a book about Dr. King.
  
 
 
That is all I have for now. I will try to write one more time before I come home.
 
Your friend,
Flat Stanley




 
 

 

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