Word: tree
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...million people. Even before the results were official, Port-au- Prince erupted in spontaneous street demonstrations bigger than the ones that followed the departure of the hated Jean-Claude "Baby Doc" Duvalier in 1986. As police in riot gear nervously looked on, thousands of jubilant Haitians waved tree branches as a sign of joy and shouted, "Aristide is President!" Aristide's victory, said Haitian economist Gerard Pierre Charles, marks a breakthrough in "the people's historic struggle for democracy against authoritarianism...
...buyers are spooked, the rest of the economy shudders. In the last shopping days before Christmas, stores across the country were already thick with post- holiday sales. Some items were moving nicely: oversize freezers to keep groceries bought in bulk; wood stoves to cut down on utility bills; shoe trees, mason jars, sewing kits, to extend the life of life's necessities; and any $5 present that looked as if it cost $25. At the IKEA store in Elizabeth, N.J., shoppers could lease a Christmas tree for $20 and get $10 back if they returned it for recycling into mulch...
Kimberly Carr, 10, of Montgomery, Vt., recycles her garbage and is designing a board game in which the goal is to save the elephants. Elizabeth Bayley, 17, is active in a Seattle-based youth group that organizes tree plantings, stencils storm drains with dump no waste notices and monitors pollution in Puget Sound. Jeremiah Johnson, 10, from Brentwood, N.Y., puts his McDonald's detritus in recycling bins, tells his mother how long it takes each shopping bag to biodegrade and intervenes whenever his younger brother is about to commit an environmental outrage, like pulling the legs off a defenseless...
...later years a person sometimes visits his childhood home and circles it with a sort of alienated wonder. Someone else's lights are burning inside upon someone else's Christmas tree, and the child that once lived there is now a stranger in the skin of a middle-aged man. It seems a sort of obscure outrage that the windows and doors are not all open at once, telling stories. The home, like the mind, is a time capsule. Where are the stories and jokes of the house? Its old animation has become a ghost and gone into memory...
...during some of the darkest days of World War II, British Prime Minister Winston Churchill visited Franklin Roosevelt in the White House at Christmas. He helped the President light the White House tree and in a short speech noted the curious intermingling of doubt and joy enveloping the world: "Let the children have their night of fun and laughter. Let the gifts of Father Christmas delight their play. Let us grownups share to the full their unstinted pleasures before we turn again to the stern task and the formidable years that lie before...