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The smell of grandmas
meatloaf filled the air. No one makes meatloaf like my grandmother. It is one of the
reasons that I enjoy going down to the cape to visit my grandparents. After supper we went
into the living room to relax. My aunt came into the house. This is usually a pleasant
surprise, to see her; this time, however she mentioned that she had "found a bat in
her attic. With this, my Grandfather started telling us a story about when a bat was
found in my aunts room many years ago. The house was my familys first; it was
where my family had started.
The house was on Newburg Street in Roslindale. My Grandparents bought it right after
they got married in 1942. The house was bought for around thirty thousand dollars. One of
the things my mom vividly remembers is that it had somewhere around sixty-five steps. I
guess if you had to deal with that every winter you would remember it! Soon after my
Grandparents Mary and Orlando bought the house they had their first child, my uncle Ronny
Dimatteo, my Godfather. Later to follow would be aunts Kathy, Geri, Marian, Susan,
Margaret and my Mom.
From my grandparents recollections my mom and aunt Susan were in the same room
when they opened their closet and a bat flew out. They started to screaming
when my grandfather ran into the room to see what was going on. He told them to stay in
the room and he would be right back. He went downstairs and got the broom from
the kitchen. He went into the room and handed my aunt the broom and told her that
dinner would be ready in five minutes. He then left. My Grandfather was
not a wimp nor scared; he had seen worse in WWII. He just has a strange sense of humor,
which he still has today. If you think about having seven kids in a house growing up, that
must have been madness.
The great thing with this house was that it was not
just big but it was the right size for that size of a family. It had a spacious yard to
relax in. My grandparents would sit out in it and read; I guess it was their form of
ecstasy, To be able to just relax and finally have some time to themselves. My grandfather
was a chef at the Boston hotel. He would work as much as he could to support his
family while my Grandmother was a secretary. They both worked very hard and did a great
job at raising the family. He was proud of that first house. He paid for it
with his hard-earned money.
After my Grandfather told the story, we all laughed a little and smiled.
Stories like these are the things that make families strong, their traditions and stories.
As Americans, we need to hold on to these stories because our nation is made up of so many
different people from different backgrounds and keeping these stories alive in our
families is important; out of all of them our stories define our familys. This house
had so many memories in it from where my older generations had grown up.
The Pit is sand; it is about two
thousand yards long by thirteen hundred yards wide. It is located behind my grandparents
house. They have had it behind their house ever since they moved in. The Pit is a great
place to sit and reflect. It is usually quiet for the occasional dirt bike of 4x4. As I
walk through the pit I see birds that have spikes on the top of their head. I do not know
what kind they are but maybe a person that would hangout here would have spiked hair
separating them from society. This place is like its own little word.
Today the Pit is desolate. Cold and moist, but clear skies. There are some burnt
out logs on the mound in the middle of the pit. Empty beer bottles decorate the barren
sand. There are some birds bathing in a puddle a few yards away, as I approach they fly
onto a telephone wire that runs along the pit. The human interference in the pit must be
low for other than I the only people the visited are the people that had the fire. There
are also some tracks that I would guess come from dirt bikes that the visitors road in on.
As I look closer there is different kinds of tracks the tire marks are different so it
must have been more people than I thought. The tracks remind me of scars, scars upon the
earth. People that have been in car accidents sometimes have glass scars from going
through the windshield. Like their scars the scars on the ground should disappear with
time, probably during the next rainstorm.
Today squirrels are running along the telephone wires. They hop onto trees and
disappear but come back every few minuets to get more acorns. They are stocking up for the
long winter. New Englanders do the same they close their summer cottages and open up ski
homes for the winter. The puddles have grown from the nights rain. The atmosphere is
cool but calm; the wind and the sand that is wiped up affect me into my face. I should
have worn a hat like my mother said. I will probably have sand in my hair all day. As I
look up onto a mound of dirt I see some wild flowers growing the seeds must have been from
the birds or squirrels dropping the remains of their food. It is intriguing to see the
life cycle and the new life that arises from the littlest things. As the animals need the
nuts to live thy also are helping create life by means of there scraps that they leave. It
reminds me of a saying that one persons trash is another persons
The pit is shining the sand is caked upon the earth. As I walk I sink into the
sand, this is not because it is soft sand but there is moisture in the sand, which
absorbed my weight. It gets easier for me to walk as I approach the embankment. The birds
are sitting on the trees searching for food. After I leave perhaps they will become more
active in their search. Some people do there best work when other are around and some do
there best work when they are left alone perhaps the birds are the type that do their work
when they are alone. I know I personally do my work when no one is around so I can
concentrate. As I walk through the woods I whistle to a tune I had just heard on the
radio. It is the only sound that is echoing through the pit as I walk back.
As I walk through the Pit I study the sand, which seems to be riddled with tread
marks. Scar's of human interference. I realize that my footprints could be considered the
same thing as I move on. I sit down on a rock at the top of a mound. I realize that is its
warmer from the past days. I can appreciate that since I am not feeling that good. Some
people never seem to be effected by the weather. It could be snowing out and their wearing
a tee shirt. I guess its the same all throughout even animals dont get
affected while some grow coats of fur to protect them. The Pit seems to be very quiet
today. It brings to mind the tranquility of nature by itself. Humans interact between
themselves and nature also interacts within itself .There is very little movement that I
notice. Maybe the animals have given up and went in for the winter. I know its time for me
to give this up and go home.
Thoreau is one
of the nations great transcendental writers for the mid nineteenth century.
“A Plea For Captain John Brown” which was read to the citizens of Concord,
Mass in 1859. He draws on Parallelism and rhetorical questions that force
the reader to think. He creates areas that the reader may relate to. His
most famous work could be argued is Walden .In his works he tries to make
sense of that which people in general have difficulty-making sense of.
In the speech “A Plea For Captain John Brown” Thoreau demonstrates
his strong ability to persuade people to understand the motives behind John
Brown’s action. For one not familiar with him John brown is the leader of a
group of men who tried to storm weapons Depot in Harpers Ferry. The reason
of this was traced back to Kansas where he organized a resistance to make
the state a free one. Also Thoreau reminds us that during the time of the
civil war much blood was shed due to the strong support and opposition of
“A man of rare common-sense and directness of speech, as of action;
a transcendentalist above all, a man of ideas and principles, that was what
distinguished him.” The research that was done was extensive on behalf of
the defense. Thoreau’s qualities were best shown threw his transcendentalist
writings. For Example “Walden” Thoreau would go for walks in the woods, when
he came upon something that he did not know, He would write it down. Thoreau
kept copious notes and when he returned home would look it up. He strived
for knowledge and would not shy away from a challenge that nature would
The best quantity that I found in his writing was Rhetorical
questions. His tactics were to write a question that the reader would
sympathize with. With this the reader’s attention would be grabbed and his
point could be made with more support.
Overall the Passionate plea that Thoreau gave was strong and
convincing, He helped shed light on a past that many had not known, Also to
give motive for John Browns actions. This in my opinion has not been seen
until the recent invasion and occupation of Iraq , in Defense that many have
tried to futilely explain.
there is one thing that binds the world together it is sports.
Wether it be the rich or the poor all can enjoy the excitement of sports.
One of the biggest sports worldwide is Soccer. It is the official sport of
the world it has not been as big in the U.S. the main method to play soccer
is game using no hand: a game in which two teams of 11 players try to score
by kicking or butting a round ball into the net goals on either end of a
rectangular field. Only the goalkeeper may play the ball with a hand or arm.
Soccer is the basic foundation of many countries it gives hopes to
those who have talent but not money. As the United States has stadiums that
hold fifty to sixty thousand people foreign countries stadiums hold over one
hundred thousand people. Like America which basis success on the
individual’s soccer is much the same it is a team sport but on a break away
it is down to the individual to score for the success of the team just like
America where people support their families? Also it is and international
sport, which is played in almost every country, America is made up of many
different types of people, which are integrated into society. Baseball was
created here and sent of to be played worldwide well we received soccer. It
was created in England hundreds of years ago and with the expansion of the
empire the sport grew.
The sport has given hope and help to those in desperate situations like
David Aquila "Soccer for Peace changed my life 100 percent," says Mr. Baus,
who plays for and coaches a team in San Blas. Before he started playing, he
spent most of his time with a group of young toughs, hanging out on street
corners and pulling off small-time robberies. "I'd probably still be with
them, living off crime," says Baus. Soccer for Peace is one of the most
successful of many antiviolence organizations in this war-torn city of 1.5
million, which has between 4,000 and 5,000 murders each year. This gets many
probable victims off the street and into organizations. When asked Canadian
soccer coach Tony Waiters described the World cup “It was incredible,
because I'd been part of the England team way back in the '60s when they
went to the World Cup final. I was cut just before the final squad was put
together. To go with Canada was, for all of the players at that time and
myself, the fulfillment of a lifetime's ambition.” The world cup is like the
super bowl but draws more than a hundred million viewers worldwide. This
has provided so much joy and excitement for people it is just widely
publicized in the united states as say Football but opens the doors to the
international community which reminds us we are not alone, just like America
everyone is equal and deserving