As I walked into the living room about to ask my
mother some questions, I could tell she was wondering, in her mind, what I
wanted. When I started to ask her about how and when she met my father,
she had a strange smile on her and a glazing look in her blue eyes. She
just smiled as if it was frozen to her face. I thought to my self that it
must have been such a happy day for her. I asked questions about how they
met, where, and what happened from there. She answered so quickly as if
she had never forgotten it.
My mother, Patricia, was born and raised in Boston, the town of
Roslindale. Her father died when she was only twelve, and her mother past
away when she was thirty - eight, both of cancer. She went to High School
up the street from where she lived, at St. Clare's High. When my mother
graduated, she still lived in Roslindale, and has lived there all her
life. My father, on the other hand, grew up and lived in Charlestown,
until he married my mother. Both of his parents are still alive. He
attended Charlestown High, and soon they would both know each other very
It was a Friday night in 1966. A group of my fathers' friends and him
from Charlestown. went to the St. Clare High dance, as well as a group of
my mother's friends and her. The reason for a group of teen age boys from
Charlestown going to a dance in Roslindale, was because one of my father's
friends knew one of my mother's friends and so they all hung out, from
there it was history. My mother Patricia, and father, Robert, were
introduced to each other from the friends that knew each other previously.
They danced, talked, and that night, were going out. They went out for
two years until they were about twenty years old. Then a year after they
broke up, went out again, got married, and are still together after twenty
I think the way that they met each other was great. Not many people
were born, raised, and still live in the same town their whole lives. you
could say it's like a home town story. they even got married probably not
even a 10 minute walk from her childhood house. and it's especially great
how they met as teen agers and have practically together ever since.
connects to a series of woods-like surroundings. Overlooking is an
enormous tree that plays as the center and main figure in the woods. At
This place I spent two weeks standing from my deck looking upon the
glorious site of my woods. Thoreau said "Our life is like a German
Confederacy, made up of pretty states, with its boundary forever
fluctuating , so that even a German cannot tell you how it is bounded at
Parallel to the woods are two streets in which I live on one of them.
The houses and the neighborhoods on each opposing side are relatively
filled with men, women, and kids who walk amoungst the neighborhood like
they always have. The place in which i callthe "land of many
surroundings", is a place of beauty, and life besides human life. As I
walked out onto my deck after the school day, I I looked out towards the
tree that centers the woods. Giant to me of course because I live in the
city anf there's not many enormous trees. I stood there and watched people
come in and out of their backyards, their decks, and their porches not
even noticing what laid behind them. It was as if their backyards were
bare anf nothing stood there. Why did the people act this way? Did they
not care for what God had given them? Maybe so, but to me this place was
awesome! I mean to come out and see mother nature at its finest is great.
The "land of many surroundings" was certainly that. But to these people,
just going about their business and not noticing a thing was certainly
Landowners acted like they had no land. Why couldn't they recognize the
beauty that surrounded them? The woods area to me was definetly something
to be pondered by. Over my time I've seen so many squirrels, Blue Jays,
Cardinals, Humming Birds, and so many other creatures of God. This was
their home to them. It was either that or thier favorite place. I watched
them come in anf go out. But only I did. These people need to look further
out into the woods in which surrounds them than just accepting they have
this land, with that tree, and those animals.
Before this ocurred, Bob and Tim were never
friends. They always disliked eachother. The two men fought, argued, and
always had a difference in opinion.
Bob's mother had past away, and much to his surprise, his old arch
enemy from his teen and twenty years showed up acting as snub as he did
when they were both just teens.
"I'm very sorry", exclaims a close relative of Bob's.
"Thanks a lot, Sarah", Bob says to Sarah just before they hug each
other in sympathy.
Out of the corner of his eye, Bob saw a man who looked very familiar
to him. He was convinced when he saw him walking over towards him. and had
no doubt when Tim was as smug as he used to be.
"Hey, how ya doin', Bobby?", says Tim
"Not to be Tim, and yourself?", replies Bob.
"Sorry about the loss", Tim says in a way that some one was putting a
gun to his head to say it.
Bob, curious of why Tim is at his mother's wake, because their whole
lives they did not like eachother, then rplies,"Thanks a lot Tim, it means
a lot to me."
"Alright then, see ya later," Tim says with a look of disgust like
some one made him come to the wake.
Bob, with the notion that Tim was very smug and child - like saying
goodbye, doesn't reply anything to Tim. He stands there and thinks why his
old arch enemy showed up at his mother's wake in Medford, and still acted
the same way as he did when he was just a teen and young man, coyuld do
nothing but smirk.
"Hey Eileen," Bob says to his sister," Can you believe that guy, after
twenty years, he is still acting like a kid with a smug attitude."
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, the transcendentalist that he was, could
be compared to Ralph Emmerson, a New England poet, much like Longfellow
was. Although they did not share exactly the same ideas of writing, both
had a sense of life amongst people. That sense of life can be seen in
poems of Henry W. Longfellow such as: "Evangeline", "The Courtship of
Miles Standish" and "Psalm of Life". A poem with the most sense of life
in it is "The Tide Rises, The Tide Falls". Here, he puts life, mixed with
life's occurrences and bunches them together. Longfellow's poem, "The
Tide Rises, The Tide Falls", displays a sense of the everlasting in the
world and for the temporary life on earth.
Longfellow showed the true meaning of life in his title. The phrase,
" The Tide Rises, The Tide Falls", tells us the good things and the bad
things that occur in life, however life doesn't stop for us, it always
keeps going. You could say that the phrase gives us a sense of meaning to
life. Reading this you know that you are one person in the world, you are
not the world.
Longfellow shows how some people are living a tough life and try
hard. A strong line from the poem is, " along sea sands damp and brown,
the traveler hastens towards the town". This line mixes in with the
notion that life goes on no matter what you may do. Also, this line, like
a few others, could stand for the fact that the ocean is very powerful and
gives off energetic vibes. That is because, a long, sandy, damp walk, the
traveler still goes about his journey.
Power is revealed in Longfellow's poems and it shows the world is a
powerful place. "The little waves with their soft white hands, efface the
footprints in the sand". The ocean becomes more apparent of it's power
and glory. It's power comes out to us when we read, it's gentle but still
strong. Kind of the way we should be in our lives. If you think you are
better than everyone else, mother nature and God will show you that you
The Tide Rises, The Tide Falls, portrays how we always keep changing
and chugging along, and how no one in this world is any more special than
another or the world stops for them, because it doesn't. You can bring a
second meaning to the poem by saying that a person can keep striving even
through his or her hardships. The purpose in choosing this poem is to
show people the inside meaning of life.
In about 688 BC, Boxing originated as a fierce
battle and competition between two men. This was not just a battle but a
fight that would see who was the stronger man. In the Roman times, they
fought with metal in their hands and had to begin to use leather
coverings. However, boxing was soon diminished as a sport after the fall
of Rome. After many years, it was revived in the 18th century in England.
Now it would be seen as a sport of pure toughness with no killings and
brutal beatings. Now padded gloves, breaks, trainers, and time limits all
combine to form an organized sport. It carried over to America in the 20's
and 30's when the working men of America started to enjoy the sport. Men
in that time, and still today have been intrigued by betting on fights,
and the sometimes violent nature of the fights. (Elliot)
Boxing has become more than fighting over the years. More than
anything, it has become so political, it's hard to see if boxing is even
real or if the boxers were fighting for pride or money. Many wrong
influences have been put on boxers, but not all critics are against
boxers. Senior writer Jonh Elliot says "I think boxers are controlled by
many wrong influences, leaving most of the ones we never hear about having
bad careers filed with disappointments - all because some promoter wanted
to make a buck"(Elliot). Promotions what makes a boxer "big" so to speak.
The more promotion you have, the bigger fights your in and probably the
more money you'll make. Elliot went on to say "I would like to see the
politics of promoters and managers removed from the boxing
The battlefield in the ring has become such a competitive place that
sometimes you think whether the boxers even fight anymore rather than talk
and talk. Lennox Lewis illustrates to us the field of verbal confrontation
as he says "What I don't understand is that a true heavyweight champion
would not disrespect an opponent with unjustified taunts and jibes"(ESPN).
Taunting these present days is part of the game. Some could say that it is
unfair and rude. But if you have the opportunity to psyche your opponents
out, it's huge. You can't say matches are unfairly matched now. According
to HBO's Ron Borges, "The right guys are beginning to fight each other and
not just at the heavyweight levels"(Borges). Taunting has no effect now,
mostly because guys are evenly matched. If your five feet tall fighting a
seven foot tall guy, he's going to intimidate you.
From an amateur's point of view, it is much different. The intensity
during the fight is there but not much taunting. Brenden McAntyre, an
amateur boxer for just over a year says "There is no taunting or rude
remarks made by the fighters, it is like a totally different boxing match
than a pro one"(McAntyre). Professional boxing attracts more men that
amateur boxing. Amateur boxing is for fun and for sport for kids and young
men or women. Mostly, Professional boxing is controlled by money, a fine
line between young and old people.