English 10: Writing Portfolio
Catholic Memorial High School
|While searching in the attic for my
winter clothes, I came upon something I have only seen in old
fashion movies. This five fingered object smelt of oil and was made out of smooth brown leather.
The old fashion baseball glove, probably from the early 1900’s, was one of the most interesting
things I have ever seen. I knew exactly what it was, however I had no idea where it came from and
who was the owner of this glove. The search for the answer was about to begin.
Examining the glove was the first thing I did. It looked like an old plain glove that any old
timer would have. To my grandfather I would go. My grandfather had lived in the house before my
parents took it over. But while talking to my mom, my grandfather had never played baseball,
meaning he would never have owned a glove. It did not stop me from asking him some questions
When I got to my grandfather's to show him the glove he was mesmerized. Why did this glove
appeal to him? He looked at it and put the biggest smile that I had ever seen on his face. “I
thought this was long gone and never to be seen again.” Then he lifted up the flap of the glove as
much as he could. There it read "Robert Foy #31 Brooklyn Dodgers". He then explained to
me how his father played baseball for the Dodgers, but retired at a young age due to back problems.
He thought he lost the glove but his wife put it deep into the attic so he could not think and get
depressed about the game he loved to play.
So the mystery was cracked. I found out what the glove was and where it came from. But wait, why
I wasn’t ever told about him and his professional baseball career. And why was the glove still in
my house over 80 years later? Looks like I need to look into yet another mystery.
|The world today is very hectic and
full of news. We never really have a chance to get away from all
the chaos of the world. However, in Quincy Massachusetts there is a place I like to go to too relax.
This excluded area is less then a mile from my home, and about ten miles from Boston. From my house
I walk down Pontiac road, and take a left onto Samoset Ave. From there I walk about five hundred
paces till I arrive at Rabbit’s Path. About a five minute walk through Rabbit’s Path, I arrive at my
location, M2 Wall. M2 Wall is a very relaxing place. Over looking Merrymount Beach and into Boston,
it is a place where I like to get away from all the madness in the world, and be by myself to think.
Today as I look out into the ocean, the water is calm and not making its usual splashes against the
wall. The water is a light blue, and when you look very close to the wall, you can see some life
under the water. The tiny fish swims across the water with ease. I keep my eye on the unattractive
grey fish. This fish is not like tropical fish you have in your tank at home; it is an outsider, a
grey tiny fish that no one wants to claim. As I look further out into the water, it gets darker and
darker, by the time it looks flat, and it is the darkest blue I have ever seen. The sky is blue,
with few clouds in the sky. Birds are flying around aimlessly and with great speed. I am around this
place, and wonder if I am as peaceful as the water. Can such a simple place have so much affect on a
man’s life, that it changes them as a person?
As I approach M2 wall today, I am shivering from the cold rain that has fallen earlier in the day. I
get to the wall and it is a totally different seen. The black waves are slamming against the wall,
and I am unable to sit on the wall to observe, and I need to stand in front of the wall. There are
no birds today, for the have seem to have gone to a more calm place. The trees across the way to my
left are swirling in the wind, and it has lost all of its leaves from the long fall. The tree looks
dead from the fierce winds that have swept through the past couple of days. My fish is disappeared
under tha black water, and I have no idea if he will be back. As a fish, is it possible to leave
your home and come back the next day? I no as a man, I must protect my home from the bad climate, no
The air is chilly today, and i do not know why. The past couple of days at M2 wall have been
perfect. Now as i sit here, I look into the sky and see the dark clouds overhead. It looks gloomy
and sad. I can see the birds blending in with the sky, because they look grey and dark. As I look
across the way, I can see the trees swaying in the wind. The bark of the tree is white and grey and
all leaves are gone. The water has some sort of like in it; however I can not tell what it is. The
creature is swirling around uncontrollably and seems to be very small and uncertain of what is
around him. The water itself is a little wavy and not very clear. It almost looks like a grayish
crystal that is a little transparent. The jetty is soaked in sea water and covered with seagulls.
There also are barnacles and snails snatching on the sides. I feel as if I have to hold on in life,
to make sure everything will be alrite in the end, and safety will be promised.
When arriving at M2 wall today, I had a little visitor. It was a chipmunk that seemed like he had
found his new home. It was a very light brown with black streaks down the side. It was eating
something; however I could not tell what. As I approach it, it scurried off into the nearby forest.
As I brought my attention the water, I noticed the water was much more clear and relaxed today. No
life was seen in the water, but it was still very peaceful. It was like ice, no movement, until a
bird flew in the water to pick up his lunch. The jetty is full of life, mostly birds. The snails
and barnacles are still holding strong. The clouds, well there are no clouds, which is unusual for
this time of year. The trees across the way look livelier in the cool sun. Then I looked at the
forest, and saw the chipmunk approaching the wall again. Can you always run away from what you fear
and then return after it seems harmless? Or do you face your fears and take chances in life?
M2 wall is very chilly today. It is windy and not good conditions. I look out into the dark water
and see no life whatsoever. The waves are large and angry. They are smashing against the wall and
jetty. The birds are flying over heard trying to get out of the wind, but the fierce wind is
holding them back. They seem to be working together, but they still are having serious problems.
The trees are swaying in the wind and do not look pleasant. It has also come to my attention that
the weather most has been too much for the chipmunk, who is nowhere to be seen. The clouds in the
sky are black, like they are ready to pour rain down onto the earth. Earth covers me sometimes,
losing me in nature, and leaving me to myself to come to sense with what is really important.