Battle Mountain is where Jeannette and her family lived it was a poor neighborhood buildings were dirty, cars were faded and old, sidewalks were cracked. They lived in an old train depot and they fixed there home with whatever they could find and the family settles in. Jeannette mom Rose Mary worked in Mary S. Black Elementary she was a teacher she like to work with kids. Jeannette dad Rex Wall worked in a barite mine. Also, Jeannette had three siblings name Lori, Brian and Maureen they all had each other backs. All three of her siblings including Jeannette slept in cardboard boxes and her dad made chairs out of old crates. However, Jeannette and her family were very poor that sometimes when there wasn’t food they wouldn’t eat but when her…
Edith Wharton describes what the landscape looks like in that part of the country during the winter months. "Day by day, after the December snows were over, a blazing blue sky poured down torrents of light and air on the white landscape, which gave them back an intenser glitter"(3). This particular description of the snows in this part of the country describes a simple fact in a manner that the reader can understand and eventually come to, not just acknowledge, but deepen their own sense that this could be a factual tale.…
The “Night Flying Woman” was a story told by an Ojibway grandmother to her young…
Gloria Bird’s writing and Sherman Alexie’s writings were my top favorites out of this folder. Turtle lake was a funny, entertaining read. I couldn’t help myself from picturing the stereotypical group of men; with all of them making fun of one another and causing ruckus. The Stick Indians is such a childish fear and I think that is what makes it so terrifying. Knowing that they should not scare you, yet they do; using your imagination against you. The…
Experience is the key to living life and helping others live a better life. It is important for a person to know that mistakes are what make people grow and understand things. There is saying that goes like this, “History will repeat itself” (unknown). This quote is an important message to the people of the world because one day, history will repeat itself and the world must be ready to face what is to come. With this in mind, people have to look over the history that is dark and that is rarely explained. Lakota Woman, a story by Mary Crow Dog is an autobiography of what an Indian woman went through during the times of discrimination and segregation of many people. Her story revolves around her life, her husband, and her traditions. Throughout…
Rose, Steve. “Fjord Fiesta: How did a modest film about a loner from deepest Iceland sweep so many festival juries off their feet?” (11-11-2003). Newyorktimes.com. Web 05-04-2011…
After reading the texts assigned for this week, I have selected “The Odjibwa Corn Hero” for my first response paper for two reasons: a) it is the only story I read that made me want to eat a bucket of corn afterwards and b) even though I do not know anything about Native American folklore, the story seems to have something familiar at its core which I intend to uncover.…
My dad told me about how Cynthia Ann Parker, Quanah’s mother, was captured as a hostage at age nine. At first she was treated horribly; she was beaten and starved on a daily basis, but after marrying Peta Nacona, the chief, she became an integrated part of the Comanche and adopted their ways. She denied all requests from her White family to return to them because she had fallen in love with the land, the community, and the lifestyle of the Comanche (Williams, “Cynthia Ann Parker”). I found this fact very interesting because the basis of all the stories between Whites and Indians that I have heard always included hatred between the two races.…
“With a clamor of bells that set the swallows souring”(LeGuin, n.d., para.1) so do they set forth a glorious description of Omelas, its citizens, and its annual summer festival. I feel the opening paragraph of the story is a vivid recollection of a time once beloved by our narrator at a young age, a description of how she saw the world and experienced the festival as a child living in Omelas. Details given in the way she identifies the landscape and geographic surroundings come across as a reconstructed memory, for example: “Far off to the north and west the mountains stood up half encircling Omelas on her bay... snow still crowning the Eighteen Peaks burned with white-gold fire...”(LeGuin, n.d., para.1), or “The great water-meadow called the Green Fields...”(LeGuin, n.d., para.1). These sentences sound like they're being reflected upon by an eye witness. “Even here, the voice we are hearing is not LeGuin, but a character, the 'pretended author'”(Baker, 2001, para.2). Not only are these places verbally painted for you to see in your mind, but a sneaky use of capitalization by LeGuin could be showing the reader that the narrator knows these places personally. A mountain range can have WHO WALKS 3…
What if you were to wake up, your mouth is dry and you're lost in the middle of an arid desert. Would you continue the endless journey through the endless nothingness and be a survivor or give up on all your ambitions of a brighter future. Well if you give up that's ok today because Salva didn't because he was a survivor. In the book A Long Walk To Water written by Linda Sue Park which is based on a true story. Salva is in school when some Sudan rebels open fire and Salva is told one thing and that was to run into the bush. Therefore when he leaves, he dreads it because he is going the opposite direction of his home and his family. Salva is a survivor because he endured the arid desert where water was far from home, he encountered animals and struggled during the transition to America.…
In The Way to Rainy Mountain, the author. N. Scott Momaday, delivered the history of his ancestors, the Kiowa tribe. Ever since the death of his grandmother, he was motivated to dig deeper into the Kiowa culture as he returned to his grandmother’s grave and commenced on a journey to Rainy Mountain. The piece provides short stories and myths in regards to Kiowa’s history. The author begins by illustrating the settlement of the Kiowa tribe where “a single knoll rises out of the plain in Oklahoma, north and west of the Wichita Range. For my people, the Kiowas, it is an old landmark, and they gave it the name Rainy Mountain” (283 Momaday). Throughout the short passage, Momaday used traditional Kiowa’s myths to guide the readers and reflect Kiowa’s culture.…
The father of the narrator tells his story about his unhappy youth to his son meantime they are working in a garden. The father’s story takes place when he was about eighteen years old, and the time where tractors replace mules as a agricultural tool. The picture ‘Stone City, Iowa’ painted by Grant Wood gives a perfect picture how I understand the father’s district. It is a village- like society from the former days. It is marked by farming and it is very idyllic and peaceful.…
People called it a murderous night, but that term was clinched. Since it was raining cats and dogs and you could probably see a speck or two of the flashing lightening above and hear the roar of the sky which now that i think about it, sounded like a lion with a very bad throat indeed, but oh well, what is such a big deal in that? “No biggie” as my friend put it. Leave out the thunder and the lightening and just speculate – what’s better than thousands of cold, crystal droplets falling on you from the sky above on an uneventful and upsetting day? On that such day, i was out walking – walking with not much concern as to where i was headed. I went about spilling out all the things that backed my wretched day. I let the rain wash them all up. Where the rain took it, i didn’t know, but i knew this- it would be with the soil within the next 24 hours!…
This narrative starts off with a series of periodic sentences. A periodic sentence allows the author to cram in little details and give supporting information before revealing the true interpretation of the text. This rhetorical strategy used at the beginning of the story allows the author to set up his thoughts before he starts to claim a particular idea, making the base of his argument strong. In addition, the author's use of personification when describing life as if “the seasons rolled by..” made it easier for him to get to his purpose rather quickly (Accawai). His introduction combined with some imagery…
The location of my grandparents’ farm is very relaxing for me. As I lay on my bed I started to reminisce about how the farm used to look. The farm was distant from all the noise almost as if deserted from society. It was not a fancy house but everything that surrounded it contributes to that special feeling of home. Every summer when I would visit I remembered that it had a tall burgundy fence around it and a very long path to get to the main house. When I would arrive at the farm, I knew that it was special the smell was something unexplainable and unordinary it is definitely nothing like California. It had a mixture of fresh non polluted air, the smell of pigs and cow manure with a little of the smell of crops my grandpa would grow. My grandparents would receive me with a warming hug and my nice hot meal. As the clock would hit four a.m., I could clearly listen as the roosters sang and the bright warming sun would shine throw my window and strike my eyes. After, I would wake up and would run towards my grandpa’s cotton field, in hale a long breathe of fresh air and just absorbed the sunny day. As I admired the view I was able to see miles and miles of green and brown fields, two red big tractors on the far end of the barn, a chicken coop, most of my grandpa’s animals and on the other side of the house was a small canal. Later that day while I was resting against a lemon tree I could hear my grandpa calling out my name from the barn; he wanted me to help him put the last horse away. When I finished, the bright shinny sun went down and the sky blackened the moon almost shine as bright as a sun illuminating a path from the barn to the house. While we walk down the path there was only silence around us, but it was very relaxing. Almost quiet comforting. I looked up to the sky and saw the stars. They sparkled brighter than usual. Felt like I could jump up and just reach out for one. Everything about my grandparents’ farm is warm and comforting place. It all felt like…