Imagine attaching a note to a helium balloon with your contact information on it and letting it go. Only to receive a letter in the mail from someone with the exact same name, informing you they found it! Do you find this to be bizarre? Would you ever attempt something like this? Here at Bizarre but True Magazine we have a large variety of stories you will find bizarre and unbelievable. Although you will find them hard to believe every story will be true. Our award-winning journalist and researches bring stories from around to help keep you the reader entertained. Below you will find the story we have dubbed, The Buxton Balloon urban legend.
In June 2001, a girl named Laura Buxton was celebrating her grandparents 50th golden anniversary in Staffordshire , England. She really enjoyed playing with the helium balloons from the party. Her grandfather convinced her to have a little more fun by adding a note to a balloon. On the note she wrote 'Please return to Laura Buxton' along with her address. She attached the note to a gold-colored balloon, and then let it flow away with the wind. 1...
Section I,2. Analyze the consequences of American rule in Puerto Rico, Cuba and the Philippines. Did the citizens prosper? Enjoy freedom? Accept American rule? Comment on the consequences for the United States with regard to the statement made by Eric Foner in the text, “Thus, two principles central to American freedom since the War of Independence – no taxation without representation and government based on the consent of the governed – were abandoned when it came to the nation’s new possessions.
Guy had a vision of operating a hot air balloon. Every day the family would walk down near the sugar mill. Slightly pass the mill there was a fenced area and inside the fence there was a large wicker basket and deflated balloon. Upon sight of the balloon Guy would completely go into a world of his own as if there was no one there with him. During this time the only thing Guy could vision is getting inside the balloon and floating away. Guy’s imaginations were so vivid at this point that he would crumple up a piece of paper and light it. He would then let the paper burn until it was ashy film. The burning paper would float away in the air, thus symbolizing the floating of a hot air balloon.
One day after being bored, John, Lorraine, and their two friends Norton and Dennis decided to have another prank call contest. The goal of the contest is to stay on the phone with another person the longest. So, John and Lorraine decided to call Mr. Pignati who they thought was like most mundane older men. To keep an identity, they called him using prevarications, and said they were a charity looking to raise money.
My teammate originally heard this story from her classmates during her junior year in high school. My teammate had no problems remembering the story; she was more worried that I would think she thought it was true. There were pauses in her story telling as I wrote down what she said. She related the story with little emotion or suspense. The laughter in the background also affected the impact of the legend because it is difficult to be scared when there is laughter all around. My teammate also did not make a significant effort to enhance the effect of the story through hand motions or vocal tone inflections.
In the 1937 newspaper, article “Amelia’s Voice Heard by Amateur Radio Operator”, The Atchison Daily Globe reports on two Los Angeles amateur radio operators who claimed they heard Earhart transmit a distress signal at 7:00 a.m. Pacific time. The article expresses doubt about these clams using the statement “[In] San Francisco, however, a coastguard station reported at noon Eastern Standard Time it had received no word whatever although radio reception was unusually good” . The article also presents evidence supporting the two Radio operators, by explaining the amateur radio operators, “interpreted radio signals as placing the plane adrift near the equator between Gilbert Islands and Howland Island” . The article also, reports, because of this possible transmission from Earhart caused action, “the navy department ordered the battleship Colorado with three planes aboard, to begin a search from Honolulu, where it arrived yesterday ”.
On the evening of March 1st, 1932, famous aviator Charles Lindbergh and his wife, Anne Morrow Lindbergh put their 20 month old baby, Charles “Charlie” Augustus Lindbergh Jr to bed on the second floor of the Lindbergh home near Hopewell, New Jersey. When the child’s nurse, Betty Gow, went to check on Charlie, he was gone. Gow then reported the child’s absence to his parents. The police were contacted immediately and the search for the baby began. While trying to get in touch with the suspect who was leaving handwritten notes, the Lindbergh’s were very close to receiving their precious child. On May 12th, 1932, 72 days after the kidnapping, a decomposed body of a baby was found in the woods near the Lindbergh house. The child was dead and was predicted to have died on the night of the kidnapping as a result of a fractured skull. Charles Lindbergh was able to identify the baby as his own. Now the kidnapping had also become an immoral murder. Bruno Hauptmann is proven guilty through physical evidence, some which is found at the crime scene, his own physical features, and his handwriting. Additionally, his residency and money, specifically gold certificates assist in determining his innocence. Lastly, the testimonies at Hauptmann’s trial lead to one clear statement at last. Through an examination of physical evidence and case details, it can be concluded that Bruno Richard Hauptmann was responsible for the kidnapping of Charles Augustus Lindbergh.
I ran down the dark alley-way, panting. I could hear the fat man running after me. There was no unadopted stray animal or animal allowed on the streets of Mexico City, Mexico. I ran behind a giant, tall and dark stone wall, and waited for the man to pass. Soon, I decided that I had no time for waiting. I’d have to blend in with the crowd. I walked from behind the wall casually. A crowd had formed, and it was the time to disappear making it easier for me to disappear within a sheet of tall humans. I can still hear that man, though. I had to go inside a home. I found myself face to face with an orphanage. A gorgeous lady stepped out. She looked like the owner of a home or building. She was wearing a tight maroon red dress with long neon sleeves along with aqua blue slippers. She smiled at me tightly . She walked inside the big, lonely,colorful orphanage and I followed her back. I saw so many kinds of children inside eating hungrily as fast as they could and laughing merrily with their friends except for one smart,round,big,innocent,naughty egg. I walked up to him, smiling awkwardly. “hi” I murmured. The egg said hi back to me. His name was Humpty Alexandre Dumpty the Great .
In the first chapter of Fun Home: A Family Tragicomic, a graphic novel by Alison Bechdel, the author uses an intriguing combination of pictures and words to draw her readers through the story with many surprising twists and turns similar to the way a carnival fun house lures in curious adventurers . As the author first introduces her father to the story, one would believe him to be a loving and engaging father. However, once Bechdel begins comparing their playful exchange with the “Icarian Games” (pg. 379) and noting his distraction to the game because of his concern with
My third similarity is all three sources they all say that it can harm wildlife. Balloons bring joy to millions said “Still, even if balloons do pose some minor threat to wildlife,the solution isn’t to ban all balloons forever.” , the video said “it harms wildlife”, Parties can be fun without balloons said “When those balloons come back down, they can harm wildlife. Birds get tangled in the strings. Many animals mistake them for food.
I slowly opened the front door -- the same old creak echoed its way throughout the old house, announcing my arrival just seconds before I called out, "Grandma!" She appeared around the corner with the normal spring in her steps. Her small but round 5'1" frame scurried up to greet me with a big hug and an exclamation of, "Oh, how good to see you." It was her eighty-fifth birthday today, an amazing feat to me, just part of everyday life to her. The familiar mix of Estee Lauder and old lotion wafted in my direction as she pulled away to "admire how much I've grown." I stopped growing eight years ago, but really, it wasn't worth pointing this fact out. The house, too, smelled the same as it's ever smelled, I imagine, even when my father and his brothers grew up here more than forty years ago -- musty smoke and apple pie blended with the aroma of chocolate chip cookies. The former was my grandfather's contribution, whose habit took him away from us nearly five years ago; the latter, of course, comes from the delectable delights from my grandmother's kitchen. Everything was just as it should be.
I collected this urban legend from a nineteen year old male here at the University. He is a sophomore and is majoring in biochemistry. He was born in India, but moved to Phoenix with his parents, sister and two brothers. He first heard this urban legend from friends during a sleepover when he was in fifth grade. While we were standing and retelling the story, other people came up and listened to him tell the story. Afterwards, everyone agreed that they had heard this story when they were younger, but that some of the details were different. It was very interesting how one story could have so many different variations.
I was taken back when he stated it was a hoax. Elsewhere I have heard and read about this I have been given the impression that it was an unsure thing, but leaning towards confirming it as authentic.
We reminiscence of a precious gift that can make your eyes brimmed with tears of joy, and make your heart abundant with love. That’s the kind of gift that my grandmother provided for me at the tender sweet age of 11. As a matter of fact, not only did I find what a music box really was; I also confirmed a history of love from my grandmother. The past of my grandmother and grandfather and how they loved swaying to the sound of the “music box”.
Two years ago today my great grandmother passed away from old age and suffered from Alzheimer’s disease. Although all of my memories with her are vague, I will never forget the happiness that emanated from her when you were around her. Even in her last days, when she could barely remember her own children, you never saw her without a smile on her face. And that to me is something that I will carry with me for as long as I