Re: FYI: An Scary Story
Thomas and Nanci Kuykendall
At 01:22 PM 6/2/99 -0400, you wrote:
Hmmmmm Kim, you have inspired fear in me. Shades of Big Brother? Maybe
this will say it better:
"OK kids Hold it right there!!" The deafening voice issued from the
crackling loud speaker on top of the patrol car. "Just line up against the
curb, and nobody gets hurt."
The children did as they were told, fearfully. Little Susie fingered the
bright laminated yellow badge that hung around her neck, with a Scarlet
Letter H stamped on the middle and her picture and identification number
below. Mommy had given it to her after she lost her identification card
and could not leave the house for two weeks until the county issued her a
new one.
Timothy reached into his wallet to retrieve his yellow ID card with the
same red H on the front, next to his picture and number. Billy, however
was sweating bullets, and frantically searching his pockets for his card.
'I know I had it in this jacket yesterday' he thought, as panic began to
rise like bile in his throat.
The Truency Police Officers pulled up to the curb next to them and the
children could hear one muttering to the other "Another pack of those
ignorant little Homeys again..." before he turned towards the open window
and addressed the children. "All right, lets see some ID! What's the
matter with you? Got bugs down your pants?" he said to Billy.
Billy was patting himself down, checking and rechecking pockets, fearfully
glancing at the TPOs as emotion clenched tightly in his throat and tears
began welling in his eyes. 'Please, please, please.....I HAS to be in this
jacket!"
Everyone had heard the stories about the Assesment Center where they take
kids who are caught outside during school hours without ID. Cheryl Smith
had told Billy that she knew a kid who had been picked up by the TPOs, and
she had gone into gory detail about the battery of tests the children must
submit to, and the tests that parents must take, and fines they must pay,
before their children will be released to them.
By this time the TPO in the passenger seat of the patrol car had gotten out
and was making his way around the front of the car toward the children.
"OK, Kids, you know the drill." he said.
Timothy took Susie's hand as he walked toward the front end of the car,
glancing worriedly at Billy, who followed still searching his clothes with
a growing look of desperation on his face.
The TPO met them at the front of the car and said "Spread em." Timothy let
go of Susie's hand and they both leaned forward and placed their hands,
wide apart and palms down, on the front of the car and spread their feet
about shoulder width apart. Susie had to put her hands on the front
bumper, as that was as far as she could reach and the TPO had to stoop to
one knee to check her for weapons or illegal substances. These two are
clean." he said to his parter, now standing next to him. "No weapons, gum,
caffienated substances or other illegals."
When it came Billy's turn, he was shaking and crying in fear as the TPO
patted him down. "What's this?" he said when he felt something in Billy's
back pocket. He pulled out Billy's yellow ID card as Billy ventured a
nervous glance at him. "It was in my pocket!?" Billy shouted, forgetting
himself. The TPO scowled and Billy fell silent, as waves of relief washed
over him and he closed his eyes to say an incoherent silent prayer of thanks.
"Well, finish your business outside, and stay off the streets until after 3
PM." the TPO driving the patrol car called to them gruffly as they drove
off a few minutes later. Timothy looked at Susie, who's face was blank and
unreadable as she watched them drive out of sight. The he ventured a look
in Billy's direction as he collapsed against the curb, his legs folding
under him. He laughed nervously as he repeated "In my pocket the whole
time. In my pocket..." His hands were shaking with adrenline release.
"I'm getting you a wallet for your birthday, Billy." Timothy said as he
reached out to help him rise. "Come on, let's go home."
Nanci K.
>From: "Kim" <cook4you@...>Those being homeschooled must have proof with them.
>
Hmmmmm Kim, you have inspired fear in me. Shades of Big Brother? Maybe
this will say it better:
"OK kids Hold it right there!!" The deafening voice issued from the
crackling loud speaker on top of the patrol car. "Just line up against the
curb, and nobody gets hurt."
The children did as they were told, fearfully. Little Susie fingered the
bright laminated yellow badge that hung around her neck, with a Scarlet
Letter H stamped on the middle and her picture and identification number
below. Mommy had given it to her after she lost her identification card
and could not leave the house for two weeks until the county issued her a
new one.
Timothy reached into his wallet to retrieve his yellow ID card with the
same red H on the front, next to his picture and number. Billy, however
was sweating bullets, and frantically searching his pockets for his card.
'I know I had it in this jacket yesterday' he thought, as panic began to
rise like bile in his throat.
The Truency Police Officers pulled up to the curb next to them and the
children could hear one muttering to the other "Another pack of those
ignorant little Homeys again..." before he turned towards the open window
and addressed the children. "All right, lets see some ID! What's the
matter with you? Got bugs down your pants?" he said to Billy.
Billy was patting himself down, checking and rechecking pockets, fearfully
glancing at the TPOs as emotion clenched tightly in his throat and tears
began welling in his eyes. 'Please, please, please.....I HAS to be in this
jacket!"
Everyone had heard the stories about the Assesment Center where they take
kids who are caught outside during school hours without ID. Cheryl Smith
had told Billy that she knew a kid who had been picked up by the TPOs, and
she had gone into gory detail about the battery of tests the children must
submit to, and the tests that parents must take, and fines they must pay,
before their children will be released to them.
By this time the TPO in the passenger seat of the patrol car had gotten out
and was making his way around the front of the car toward the children.
"OK, Kids, you know the drill." he said.
Timothy took Susie's hand as he walked toward the front end of the car,
glancing worriedly at Billy, who followed still searching his clothes with
a growing look of desperation on his face.
The TPO met them at the front of the car and said "Spread em." Timothy let
go of Susie's hand and they both leaned forward and placed their hands,
wide apart and palms down, on the front of the car and spread their feet
about shoulder width apart. Susie had to put her hands on the front
bumper, as that was as far as she could reach and the TPO had to stoop to
one knee to check her for weapons or illegal substances. These two are
clean." he said to his parter, now standing next to him. "No weapons, gum,
caffienated substances or other illegals."
When it came Billy's turn, he was shaking and crying in fear as the TPO
patted him down. "What's this?" he said when he felt something in Billy's
back pocket. He pulled out Billy's yellow ID card as Billy ventured a
nervous glance at him. "It was in my pocket!?" Billy shouted, forgetting
himself. The TPO scowled and Billy fell silent, as waves of relief washed
over him and he closed his eyes to say an incoherent silent prayer of thanks.
"Well, finish your business outside, and stay off the streets until after 3
PM." the TPO driving the patrol car called to them gruffly as they drove
off a few minutes later. Timothy looked at Susie, who's face was blank and
unreadable as she watched them drive out of sight. The he ventured a look
in Billy's direction as he collapsed against the curb, his legs folding
under him. He laughed nervously as he repeated "In my pocket the whole
time. In my pocket..." His hands were shaking with adrenline release.
"I'm getting you a wallet for your birthday, Billy." Timothy said as he
reached out to help him rise. "Come on, let's go home."
Nanci K.
Christine
This doesn't REALLY happen does it???
Christine - Worried now!!
Christine - Worried now!!
----- Original Message -----
From: Thomas and Nanci Kuykendall <tn-k4of5@...>
To: <[email protected]>
Sent: Wednesday, June 02, 1999 1:21 PM
Subject: Re: [Unschooling-dotcom] FYI: An Scary Story
> From: Thomas and Nanci Kuykendall <tn-k4of5@...>
>
> At 01:22 PM 6/2/99 -0400, you wrote:
> >From: "Kim" <cook4you@...>
> >
> Those being homeschooled must have proof with them.
>
> Hmmmmm Kim, you have inspired fear in me. Shades of Big Brother? Maybe
> this will say it better:
>
>
> "OK kids Hold it right there!!" The deafening voice issued from the
> crackling loud speaker on top of the patrol car. "Just line up against
the
> curb, and nobody gets hurt."
>
> The children did as they were told, fearfully. Little Susie fingered the
> bright laminated yellow badge that hung around her neck, with a Scarlet
> Letter H stamped on the middle and her picture and identification number
> below. Mommy had given it to her after she lost her identification card
> and could not leave the house for two weeks until the county issued her a
> new one.
>
> Timothy reached into his wallet to retrieve his yellow ID card with the
> same red H on the front, next to his picture and number. Billy, however
> was sweating bullets, and frantically searching his pockets for his card.
> 'I know I had it in this jacket yesterday' he thought, as panic began to
> rise like bile in his throat.
>
> The Truency Police Officers pulled up to the curb next to them and the
> children could hear one muttering to the other "Another pack of those
> ignorant little Homeys again..." before he turned towards the open window
> and addressed the children. "All right, lets see some ID! What's the
> matter with you? Got bugs down your pants?" he said to Billy.
>
> Billy was patting himself down, checking and rechecking pockets, fearfully
> glancing at the TPOs as emotion clenched tightly in his throat and tears
> began welling in his eyes. 'Please, please, please.....I HAS to be in
this
> jacket!"
>
> Everyone had heard the stories about the Assesment Center where they take
> kids who are caught outside during school hours without ID. Cheryl Smith
> had told Billy that she knew a kid who had been picked up by the TPOs, and
> she had gone into gory detail about the battery of tests the children must
> submit to, and the tests that parents must take, and fines they must pay,
> before their children will be released to them.
>
> By this time the TPO in the passenger seat of the patrol car had gotten
out
> and was making his way around the front of the car toward the children.
> "OK, Kids, you know the drill." he said.
> Timothy took Susie's hand as he walked toward the front end of the car,
> glancing worriedly at Billy, who followed still searching his clothes with
> a growing look of desperation on his face.
>
> The TPO met them at the front of the car and said "Spread em." Timothy
let
> go of Susie's hand and they both leaned forward and placed their hands,
> wide apart and palms down, on the front of the car and spread their feet
> about shoulder width apart. Susie had to put her hands on the front
> bumper, as that was as far as she could reach and the TPO had to stoop to
> one knee to check her for weapons or illegal substances. These two are
> clean." he said to his parter, now standing next to him. "No weapons,
gum,
> caffienated substances or other illegals."
>
> When it came Billy's turn, he was shaking and crying in fear as the TPO
> patted him down. "What's this?" he said when he felt something in Billy's
> back pocket. He pulled out Billy's yellow ID card as Billy ventured a
> nervous glance at him. "It was in my pocket!?" Billy shouted, forgetting
> himself. The TPO scowled and Billy fell silent, as waves of relief washed
> over him and he closed his eyes to say an incoherent silent prayer of
thanks.
>
> "Well, finish your business outside, and stay off the streets until after
3
> PM." the TPO driving the patrol car called to them gruffly as they drove
> off a few minutes later. Timothy looked at Susie, who's face was blank
and
> unreadable as she watched them drive out of sight. The he ventured a look
> in Billy's direction as he collapsed against the curb, his legs folding
> under him. He laughed nervously as he repeated "In my pocket the whole
> time. In my pocket..." His hands were shaking with adrenline release.
>
> "I'm getting you a wallet for your birthday, Billy." Timothy said as he
> reached out to help him rise. "Come on, let's go home."
>
> Nanci K.
>
>
>
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::she just is::
Woah, that isn't a true story is it??
I'm glad I don't have a curfew in my city! ~Eryn
==
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then I awoke. Now I wonder: Am I a man who dreamt of
being a butterfuly, or am I a butterfly dreaming that I am
a man?" - Chuang Tsu
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I'm glad I don't have a curfew in my city! ~Eryn
==
"I dreamed I was a butterfly, flitting around in the sky;
then I awoke. Now I wonder: Am I a man who dreamt of
being a butterfuly, or am I a butterfly dreaming that I am
a man?" - Chuang Tsu
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#24591173 ::she just is::
AIM :: Opal Fayre
> Those being homeschooled must have proof with them.thanks.
>
>Hmmmmm Kim, you have inspired fear in me. Shades of Big Brother? Maybe
>this will say it better:
>
>
>"OK kids Hold it right there!!" The deafening voice issued from the
>crackling loud speaker on top of the patrol car. "Just line up against the
>curb, and nobody gets hurt."
>
>The children did as they were told, fearfully. Little Susie fingered the
>bright laminated yellow badge that hung around her neck, with a Scarlet
>Letter H stamped on the middle and her picture and identification number
>below. Mommy had given it to her after she lost her identification card
>and could not leave the house for two weeks until the county issued her a
>new one.
>
>Timothy reached into his wallet to retrieve his yellow ID card with the
>same red H on the front, next to his picture and number. Billy, however
>was sweating bullets, and frantically searching his pockets for his card.
>'I know I had it in this jacket yesterday' he thought, as panic began to
>rise like bile in his throat.
>
>The Truency Police Officers pulled up to the curb next to them and the
>children could hear one muttering to the other "Another pack of those
>ignorant little Homeys again..." before he turned towards the open window
>and addressed the children. "All right, lets see some ID! What's the
>matter with you? Got bugs down your pants?" he said to Billy.
>
>Billy was patting himself down, checking and rechecking pockets, fearfully
>glancing at the TPOs as emotion clenched tightly in his throat and tears
>began welling in his eyes. 'Please, please, please.....I HAS to be in this
>jacket!"
>
>Everyone had heard the stories about the Assesment Center where they take
>kids who are caught outside during school hours without ID. Cheryl Smith
>had told Billy that she knew a kid who had been picked up by the TPOs, and
>she had gone into gory detail about the battery of tests the children must
>submit to, and the tests that parents must take, and fines they must pay,
>before their children will be released to them.
>
>By this time the TPO in the passenger seat of the patrol car had gotten out
>and was making his way around the front of the car toward the children.
>"OK, Kids, you know the drill." he said.
>Timothy took Susie's hand as he walked toward the front end of the car,
>glancing worriedly at Billy, who followed still searching his clothes with
>a growing look of desperation on his face.
>
>The TPO met them at the front of the car and said "Spread em." Timothy let
>go of Susie's hand and they both leaned forward and placed their hands,
>wide apart and palms down, on the front of the car and spread their feet
>about shoulder width apart. Susie had to put her hands on the front
>bumper, as that was as far as she could reach and the TPO had to stoop to
>one knee to check her for weapons or illegal substances. These two are
>clean." he said to his parter, now standing next to him. "No weapons, gum,
>caffienated substances or other illegals."
>
>When it came Billy's turn, he was shaking and crying in fear as the TPO
>patted him down. "What's this?" he said when he felt something in Billy's
>back pocket. He pulled out Billy's yellow ID card as Billy ventured a
>nervous glance at him. "It was in my pocket!?" Billy shouted, forgetting
>himself. The TPO scowled and Billy fell silent, as waves of relief washed
>over him and he closed his eyes to say an incoherent silent prayer of
>
>"Well, finish your business outside, and stay off the streets until after 3
>PM." the TPO driving the patrol car called to them gruffly as they drove
>off a few minutes later. Timothy looked at Susie, who's face was blank and
>unreadable as she watched them drive out of sight. The he ventured a look
>in Billy's direction as he collapsed against the curb, his legs folding
>under him. He laughed nervously as he repeated "In my pocket the whole
>time. In my pocket..." His hands were shaking with adrenline release.
>
>"I'm getting you a wallet for your birthday, Billy." Timothy said as he
>reached out to help him rise. "Come on, let's go home."
>
>Nanci K.
>
>
>
>
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Kim
The story about the curfew is absolutely true. I learned more about it from
someone who looked it up when I sent them the story.
It seems the police in Pittsburgh feel that the daytime crime rate will drop
significantly if kids are in school where they belong.
The curfew is during school hours until the last day of school when the
curfew is off for the summer.
The fine can be $300 and 6 months community service.
The homeschooled children must provide proof that they are homeschooled.
Kim from Pa (thankfully not Pittsburgh)
someone who looked it up when I sent them the story.
It seems the police in Pittsburgh feel that the daytime crime rate will drop
significantly if kids are in school where they belong.
The curfew is during school hours until the last day of school when the
curfew is off for the summer.
The fine can be $300 and 6 months community service.
The homeschooled children must provide proof that they are homeschooled.
Kim from Pa (thankfully not Pittsburgh)
Thomas and Nanci Kuykendall
At 02:34 PM 6/2/99 -0700, you wrote:
It had the smell of pidgeon-holing and shades of early Nazi politics. Just
my vivid imagination.
Nanci K.
>From: "Christine" <chris@...>Don't worry, I just made that up, in resonse to Kim's email this morning.
>
>This doesn't REALLY happen does it???
>Christine - Worried now!!
It had the smell of pidgeon-holing and shades of early Nazi politics. Just
my vivid imagination.
Nanci K.
[email protected]
Nancy,
Wow, what a story! Also what a resemblance to the Jews and the stars
that they wore. This sure has made me start thinking! So far, Indiana
hasn't had a problem with day curfew that I know of, but I sure have been
reading stories in GWS, and HEM. This is scary!
Tami in IN
Wow, what a story! Also what a resemblance to the Jews and the stars
that they wore. This sure has made me start thinking! So far, Indiana
hasn't had a problem with day curfew that I know of, but I sure have been
reading stories in GWS, and HEM. This is scary!
Tami in IN
[email protected]
In a message dated 6/2/1999 6:01:38 PM Eastern Daylight Time,
cook4you@... writes:
<< he story about the curfew is absolutely true. I learned more about it from
someone who looked it up when I sent them the story.
It seems the police in Pittsburgh feel that the daytime crime rate will drop
significantly if kids are in school where they belong.
The curfew is during school hours until the last day of school when the
curfew is off for the summer.
The fine can be $300 and 6 months community service.
The homeschooled children must provide proof that they are homeschooled.
Kim from Pa (thankfully not Pittsburgh) >>
I am from Pittsburgh and never heard this story. While I do see truancy
officers driving around in their cars, I have never heard of any homeschooler
having a problem. People don't tend to let their kids roam the streets of
the city all by themselves. I would imagine that most homeschoolers are on
their own streets and/or being driven to some activity. There is no such
thing as proof that you are a homeschooler unless of course you carry your
parents signed affidavit that they had to send in to the school district.
Some kids fall under the private tutor act if they have parents or some other
close relative who is a certified teacher in the state and they would not
have such an affidavit. I question whether this story is actually true. I
thought it was made up to illustrate a point. I also have never heard of the
fine for a curfew. I don't think we have one. I'll have to check that out.
I have a friend who is an editor for one of the newspapers and she is a
homeschooler. I'll call and ask her.
Cindy in Pittsburgh
cook4you@... writes:
<< he story about the curfew is absolutely true. I learned more about it from
someone who looked it up when I sent them the story.
It seems the police in Pittsburgh feel that the daytime crime rate will drop
significantly if kids are in school where they belong.
The curfew is during school hours until the last day of school when the
curfew is off for the summer.
The fine can be $300 and 6 months community service.
The homeschooled children must provide proof that they are homeschooled.
Kim from Pa (thankfully not Pittsburgh) >>
I am from Pittsburgh and never heard this story. While I do see truancy
officers driving around in their cars, I have never heard of any homeschooler
having a problem. People don't tend to let their kids roam the streets of
the city all by themselves. I would imagine that most homeschoolers are on
their own streets and/or being driven to some activity. There is no such
thing as proof that you are a homeschooler unless of course you carry your
parents signed affidavit that they had to send in to the school district.
Some kids fall under the private tutor act if they have parents or some other
close relative who is a certified teacher in the state and they would not
have such an affidavit. I question whether this story is actually true. I
thought it was made up to illustrate a point. I also have never heard of the
fine for a curfew. I don't think we have one. I'll have to check that out.
I have a friend who is an editor for one of the newspapers and she is a
homeschooler. I'll call and ask her.
Cindy in Pittsburgh
Thomas and Nanci Kuykendall
At 08:53 AM 6/3/99 EDT, you wrote:
Here is the 'dish.' When I got Kim's email talking about daytime curfews
it reminded me of Nazi politics, as well as the novel 1984. So I composed
a short story on the spot to sum up the fears that the curfew laws had
summoned in me. When Kim wrote to say that the story was "true" I believe
she meant in the sense that there were existing curfew laws that she had
discovered, not that this particular scenario was the personal history of
real children. I picked the names out of thin air, my kids are named
Alexander and Thomas, and are far too young to even go in the yard by
themselves.
I also wasn't thinking of kids on a big city street. More along the lines
of a town the size of ours, with kids maybe walking to the park or corner
store a few blocks from their house (we have both) on quiet residential
streets. However, when I WAS a ps kid growing up in the city, I would walk
to the corner store; two blocks to the beach; take the public bus to and
from school with my brother starting when we were 6 and 7; and in general
run around with my friends. Maybe people who let the ps system raise their
kids let them do more on their own, because they get into the mentality
that their children don't need them. I don't know, just my personal
experience.
Nanci K.
>From: Pinderscmb@...from
>
>In a message dated 6/2/1999 6:01:38 PM Eastern Daylight Time,
>cook4you@... writes:
>
><< the story about the curfew is absolutely true. I learned more about it
> someone who looked it up when I sent them the story.I question whether this story is actually true. I
>thought it was made up to illustrate a point. I also have never heard ofthe
>fine for a curfew. I don't think we have one. I'll have to check thatout.
>I have a friend who is an editor for one of the newspapers and she is aHey everybody,
>homeschooler. I'll call and ask her.
>
>Cindy in Pittsburgh
Here is the 'dish.' When I got Kim's email talking about daytime curfews
it reminded me of Nazi politics, as well as the novel 1984. So I composed
a short story on the spot to sum up the fears that the curfew laws had
summoned in me. When Kim wrote to say that the story was "true" I believe
she meant in the sense that there were existing curfew laws that she had
discovered, not that this particular scenario was the personal history of
real children. I picked the names out of thin air, my kids are named
Alexander and Thomas, and are far too young to even go in the yard by
themselves.
I also wasn't thinking of kids on a big city street. More along the lines
of a town the size of ours, with kids maybe walking to the park or corner
store a few blocks from their house (we have both) on quiet residential
streets. However, when I WAS a ps kid growing up in the city, I would walk
to the corner store; two blocks to the beach; take the public bus to and
from school with my brother starting when we were 6 and 7; and in general
run around with my friends. Maybe people who let the ps system raise their
kids let them do more on their own, because they get into the mentality
that their children don't need them. I don't know, just my personal
experience.
Nanci K.
Kim
Cindy, I'm the one who sent in the story about the curfew in Pittsburgh and
I got it in two newsletters from news sites on the Internet. Then I heard
it from someone on another homeschooling list (A PA one). The law
apparently started yesterday.
Kim from Pa
I question whether this story is actually true. I
I got it in two newsletters from news sites on the Internet. Then I heard
it from someone on another homeschooling list (A PA one). The law
apparently started yesterday.
Kim from Pa
I question whether this story is actually true. I
> thought it was made up to illustrate a point. I also have never heard ofthe
> fine for a curfew> Cindy in Pittsburgh
Kim
When Kim wrote to say that the story was "true" I believe
wrote a beautiful story that may be a harbringer of things to come but it
was the news story I was referring to as real. I really did not know that I
was confusing anyone and I'm sorry if I did.
Kim
> she meant in the sense that there were existing curfew laws that she hadYes, that's exactly what I meant and I'm sorry if I confused anyone. You
> discovered.
wrote a beautiful story that may be a harbringer of things to come but it
was the news story I was referring to as real. I really did not know that I
was confusing anyone and I'm sorry if I did.
Kim
[email protected]
In a message dated 6/3/1999 11:28:44 AM Eastern Daylight Time,
cook4you@... writes:
<< Cindy, I'm the one who sent in the story about the curfew in Pittsburgh and
I got it in two newsletters from news sites on the Internet. Then I heard
it from someone on another homeschooling list (A PA one). The law
apparently started yesterday.
Kim from Pa
mainstreamed LOL. I'll look into it. This is not good.
Cindy
cook4you@... writes:
<< Cindy, I'm the one who sent in the story about the curfew in Pittsburgh and
I got it in two newsletters from news sites on the Internet. Then I heard
it from someone on another homeschooling list (A PA one). The law
apparently started yesterday.
Kim from Pa
>>Thanks, I haven't heard about it yet. I guess that is because I am not
mainstreamed LOL. I'll look into it. This is not good.
Cindy