Michael's great-great aunt Dewbert is one hundred years old and she has a penny for every year that she has been alive. Aunt Dew keeps her pennies in an old wooden box that she calls her hundred penny box. When Aunt Dew moves from Atlanta to live with Michael's family, he is drawn to the hundred year old woman. Michael spends a lot of time with her counting the pennies from the box, and with the count of each penny aunt Dew tells him a story about that particular year that the penny was added into the box. Michael's mother wants to get rid of the battered old box that holds the pennies, but Michael understands the value and the importance of the box to aunt Dew. Her life is in that box, "When I lose my hundred penny box, I lose me" (Mathis…
She gave it to my mother and then when I was in middle school my mom gave it to me. The book was called a drop of trees and it was true story about a girl who lived in the desert. When I came to the U.S, I took this book with me along with other books because it remands me of my mother. I think it would be nice to take something that reminds us of our families and loved ones. I think it is a nice tradition.…
The Gift (Xulon Press, 2015) by Lila Ellexson Senter offers readers a rare opportunity to appreciate Christmas through certain forms of literature and visual arts. The book makes a wonderful and meaningful gift to anyone who would bother to flip the pages and digest its contents: the book is something to be held by the hands, but the messages are meant to be kept and cherished in the heart.…
"The voice of the sea is seductive, never ceasing, whispering, murmuing, inviting the soul to wander for a spell in abysses of solitude".…
Task: Write a personal letter of thanks to a friend or relative who has given you a gift on an occasion of your choice or write a personal piece expressing your own personal experiences, thoughts and feelings. It may the form of a poem, song or a short story…
The black box represents the tradition that this town holds. It represents how they continue the practice of the lottery simply because that is how it is. No one bothers to question how or why this tradition came about, just that it is practiced every year. It has become a thing of habit that everyone in the town knows is bound to happen no matter what. The box gets put up on a shelf every year and is forgotten about. In the same way, this tradition is also forgotten about until the next year comes.…
Last week I spent time packing up boxes and moving things around the house. In the process, I started pulling things out of places where I had stashed them for safe keeping, forgetting that I even had these treasured items. While I was in this Spring cleaning frenzy, I opened a closet, no different from an attic or shed, and found an old forgotten box. When I finally managed to open it, a little disaster punched me right in my face, figuratively of course, but it got me thinking.…
Every year the hospitals auxiliary board puts up this pretty tree next to my desk, the Tree of Peace. There are volunteers that set up next to it selling Christmas ornaments and with a purchase you get a tag to hang on the tree, your choice of tag could be “ In memory of” or “ In honor of” and there is a tree light celebration and with a few carols, and punch and cookies afterwards. It is a beautiful way to start the holiday season here and spread some holiday cheer. This year, I bought two, one in memory of my good pal Nicholas and one for my Dad. Merry early Christmas too you guys in heaven & I miss you every day. Your memory makes the peace tree all the more brighter.…
posed during this period in my life. “How can I fashion a gift”? (McAdams, 2006, p. 348). I have sought to answer that question in several ways. I have been keeping a journal for the past 10 years because I want to share significant peak experiences with my children, grandchildren, and succeeding generations. I want them to know my challenges, my successes, and my insights into major life events. Further, I can continue the legacy my parents and grandparents passed down to me by teaching my offspring how to make quilts, my grandmother’s favorite pie, and quote my father’s favorite poems.…
For over centuries now people have been graciously giving gifts for many occasions whether it be baby showers, birthdays, anniversaries, and holidays like Ramadan, Christmas, or even old Saint Valentine’s Day.…
Each of my kids has a marble jar in our kitchen. When they do something good or helpful for the family, whether it’s helping a sibling or unloading the dishwasher we put a few marbles in the jar with their name on it. When the marble jar is filled we celebrate with a trip to Chucky Cheese or another fun outing. I have even gone so far as to have BIG marbles that if the kids are good for dad when I am at work they get a BIG marble and that means I will find something special to do with just them. I can’t stop thinking about the marble jars in relation to Paul and James and their thoughts on Faith and Works.…
The second thing I chose to put in my bag are some pictures of my family. I have my grandparents, all my aunts and uncles, my mother and sister, my fiancé and baby, and finally my dog Dori. The reason I chose these pictures to put in my bag is because I couldn’t stress enough how much my family members mean to me. I have had several friends either lose their brother, mother, or even grandparents, and it makes me WANT to cherish every moment with my family and REALIZE that I should. It also makes me thank God for the family that he blessed me with.…
Every person has on object in their life that is very precious to the, for me, it is my pearl necklace. They are small and round and a lustrous cream color with a pink sheen. They have a tiny gold clasp that holds the necklace together. My pearls tell a story than no other personal artifact can: my heritage. The pearls symbolized tradition and womanhood in my family’s life, and they were to be worn with dignity and pride. Every holiday, the girls of the family accessorized their outfits with the pearls given by our grandmother. They were something we all had in common: the thread that linked our generations together. I recall looking down at my Nana’s casket and I could almost hear her voice whispering in my ear, “Never let any one prevent you from being you,” her outlook on life. Taking my last glimpse of Nana, I gently rubbed her casket goodbye and then rubbed my pearls. Instead of clinging to my mother that day, I clenched to my pearls.…
People kept objects that are valuable to remember the loved one. Lila realized that Mr. Pirzada missed his family and he would have an object to think about his family. “He took out a plain watch without a band, which he kept in his breast pocket, held it briefly to one of his tufted ears, and wound it with three swift flicks of his thumb and forefinger.” (Lahiri 1035) The pocket watch is set to Dacca’s time, and symbolizing Mr. Pirzada thinking about his family who stayed in Dacca. Even though Mr. Pirzada is not with his family, he still have someone beside him Feeling lonely can be hard. Lilia feels sad and missed him a lot. Mr. Pirzada flew back to Dacca in January. “Though I had not seen him for months, it was only then that I felt Mr. Pirzada’s absence. It was only then, raising my water glass in his name that I knew what it meant to miss someone who was so many miles and hours away, just as he had missed his wife and daughters for so many months.” (Lahiri 1042) Even though Lilia is sad in the inside and not showing it. She still missed him. Both missed someone important in their…
Credibility / goodwill: After I made my first book, I got several compliments on it. Afterward, I came to the conclusion it might make a great mantelpiece, or even a desk ornament. Itsinthestars.com/us shows a survey taken in 2012 that states “The average person ends up purchasing 16 gifts or more a year.” Gift buying can add up quickly so I have found that it is nice to have a backup plan in case you’re broke at the time. Surely some of us in this very room have come to this dilemma so I am hoping to provide an idea for such an occasion.…