A pathos appeal is clearly being used in this commercial. It starts with a family being concerned about the broken truck and ends with the father doing whatever it takes to repair it. There are emotional pulls when they show the father finding a picture of his father and him as a little boy standing in front…
The commercial targets pre-teen boys and young men by appealing to their wanting more independence and wanting to grow up and be liked by girls. A quote heard in the commercial more than…
It's Thursday, the day of the Farmers Market in Swansea, Il. This market takes place every Thursday at the Rural King parking lot, during the summer months of April thru October.My grandfather Norm started this event about 4 year ago, with just around 3 vendors. Now the business booming, with approximately 15 vendors participating ,vendors now range from wooden sculptures, to jewelry, and even Shea butter to help eliminate dry skin. Norm was born and raised in Belleville, il where he and his wife Deloris raised four children Mary ,Mike, Tom ,Barb. When Norm was young he attended Belleville west high school, where upon he found his first job working in Sears sales department. Later into his career he found an interest in auctioneering, and created his own family business, called "Geolat auction". After 30 years of being an auctioneer, he retired and began his real passion in agriculture. At his house in Belleville Norm owns around 3 acres of land that he uses to grow peppers,tomatoes,beets,turnip,and even square watermelon. Norm was…
Most people living in the country or small villages, People rarely strayed more then a few mile from home, Messages traveled no faster then the fastest horse or ship. In alot of ways the way people lived and worked over the last 250 years. Has changed. In the eighteenth century King James II stepped down to be replaced by William and Mary. They had agreed to accept a bill of rights that limited their power.…
I never really think about not having a dad growing up unless someone points it out. That is, thinking about how it affected my life. “Sure it bothered me, but I didn’t need him,” is a quick summary I tell my friends. My father left Illinois not too long after I was born. My mother was still here, falling a tad bit short of the “responsible” example. Overall, I’ve done superb without him. However, thinking about all the times I wish he’d been here, I realize it made a big impact on my outlook and opinions.…
Once again, I found myself wandering through the uncomfortable, brightly lit halls of the hospital. I was to find the room where my father was, an all too familiar task. "Room 443", I was told by my mother who had requested me to take my dad back to his apartment. Upon entering the elevator I let out a sigh of apprehension and turned to wearily push the button labeled "4". Whiffs of disinfectant products meandered themselves inside my nose while I looked around to see egg-white walls and nurses shuffling about in their bright, floral print scrubs. One of them approached me with a kind smile. "May I help you?" I briefly responded saying I needed to find my father, Charles Jolitz. "Go down the hall. He's in the last room on the left." Slowly making my way to the door, I speculated about what had happened to my dad this time. I entered the room thinking to myself, "Boy, he looks worse every time.", his salt and pepper hair ruffled, beard unshaven and a look of loss on his face. Though as soon as his eyes met mine, that face lit up and the corners of his mouth upturned into a smile. "My chickadee!", he exclaimed. I asked him how he was feeling and if it was time to go as the nurse carted in a wheelchair. All three of us made our way down to the lobby exchanging small talk. I dashed to my car, happy to be out of the dreariness that is a hospital. I hoped he would tell me why he was there yet again. Once in the car, he told me in a few words that he had had another episode due to taking his pain medication with a fifth of vodka and had lost control. He ended up dialing 911. My dad hurriedly changed the subject asking if I was hungry and if I would like to go have a burger. I let out another sigh. "I'm sorry, Dad. I'm not hungry, I've already eaten but I can take you to get one. We can go for lunch later this week." "Alright, sweetie.", said he. We arrived at his apartment complex and I walked him to his…
In my life, I have met certain people who have changed me for the better and have helped shape me into who I am today. A lot of those people have left but one that has always stood by my side and sticks out in my mind is my favorite person in the whole world, who happens to be my Papa. He has been there for me since day one, literally. He was the second person to hold me as in infant, after my mother. People like him don’t come around everyday. He is the most genuine person you will ever meet. A lot of people would speak this way about their relatives or friends but every person who my grandpa meets, leaves with a smile on their face.…
Bharati Mukherjee’s short story, “A Father”, begins with an account of an ordinary Wednesday morning in the household of an immigrant Hindu family. Mukherjee writes this story from the third-person point-of-view with informal diction. This makes the reader feel as though they are a part of the story, watching and observing. This style allows the reader to feel as though they are physically present in the two-bedroom apartment in Detroit with the Bhowmick family, a part of all the drama.…
Daddy had been gone for almost half a year now but I still remember it like it was yesterday. It was early winter in the state of North Carolina, my brother Ian and I have been waiting for this day for months now. It was Christmas. Ian and I ran downstairs at 7 in the morning hoping Mammy and Daddy were awake. Unfortunately they weren’t so we woke them up. Mammy and Daddy slowly stumbled down the stairs till they finally made it to the living room. Where they presented us with two gifts, one for each of us. My gift was the latest Meccano set, in Ian’s gift was a baseball glove and ball. Ian was always the sportier one of the two of us.…
Dad was dying. That I knew. Every night I would wish on a star. I would sit on my bed, looking out my window, and waiting for the star to make my wish come true. But I never found that star. I didn’t follow the rules and so my wish didn’t come true. Now I know it couldn’t have mattered anyway.…
Now that you've mentioned it, I don't remember the last time I saw one of those commercials with Jamie Lee Curtis. I was one of those customers who was deceived into thinking the yogurt was/is better than others. I must be honest I still buy it to this day because it is delicious. I'm pretty sure there are lots of food items on the supermarket shelf that falsely advertise their items will do something that they honestly will not. I want my money back…
"Hey grandma I'm taking the four-wheeler, and going down the road and back " hollered Glenn.…
Dependent, reliable, honest, ambitious, impulsive. These are some of the words that do not describe me, but I do hope that these are the words that describe both of you my children.…
Time spent with my grandfather in simpler times. Before computers, video games, cell phones and the mall. His home always felt safe and warm. I have fond memories of sitting on the porch talking with my grandfather as we watched the cars passing by. From my earliest childhood memories he was there, always eager to listen and giving me advice, the father I never had.…
The story in "A Conversation With My Father", written by Grace Paley, paragraph 30-35 is a fiction. Although it's based on a real incident, it has everything that it needs to be a fiction. The story has characters and a certain timeline of events. Additionally, the story began with a permanent state, in which the mother and her son live in the city, the son has good grades and he's a successful young man. Later on, the plot gets complicated. The boy became a drug addict and the mother, thinking she's protecting him, followed his way and became an addict herself. That's our change in the plot, something happened. Afterwards, the boy got out of drugs, leaving his mother all alone, still an addict. That's another change in the plot. Finally, it leads to a permanent state again – the mother is grieving for her misfortune.…