My Family Story
When trying to discover the story of how my
parents met I obviously went and asked both my parents about it. What I
got was way more then what I bargained for. When I decided to ask them
about their first meeting I went about it in asking them at different
times. When I did this I got what it seemed to be like two different
stories, but in fact it was the same.
To explain this I’m going to have to give you a little background of
both of my parent’s families. My mother’s side is the very odd one. For
starters my grandmother doesn’t even speak English, and everyone lives a
distance away. My father’s side is very distant from each other.
They all to me at least don’t get along very well and it makes it
very weird for family reunions. After learning about both my parents and
their weird family differences, I wondered how these two managed to meet
each other. Even though the stories I got from my parents were different I
managed to put together the two, and come up with what I think their first
meeting was like. The story starts on a Friday in the summer of 1977, in
the city of Brookline at a corner bar. My father, Roger, was with a bunch
of his closest friends after a long week of work. While at the bar they
men ran into some women one being my mother, Halina. They talked for hours
going through a couple of rounds of alcohol between each other.
That is the short version that I got from my dad with a couple of
added details from my mom, but this is how I think it went. I believe that
while they were talking my father was a nervous wreck and so was my mom,
but their differences in some sort of way attracted them and because of
their differences it grabbed their attention towards one another. I really
don’t know what went on in their conversation, but I guess it had to be an
interesting one because they did eventually get married, didn’t they?
I guess this proves that opposites do attract and that
anything is possible as long as you try and make it happen. My father told
me an important lessen and I think it relates to this story in some way.
That lessen is that we never know when a life changing event will happen
but we just need to go with what life presents us with.
An Old Tree
To me elderly people are unappreciated in life. They get old,
they are bad drivers, and simply just get in our way. To the right of my
driveway there is a very old there is a very old tree that looks like it
is about to fall over and die. There I spent two weeks, with my pen and my
senses observing this “dieing” tree and the area around it. Thoreau said,
“ I have no doubt time discriminates between the good and the bad…” For
this short time in a warm, wet autumn I watched this old tree and thought
of the good and the bad of it.
Everyday I would go to school, and every time I opened my
front door, the first thing that my eyes gazed on was that old tree, that
looks like a hunchback just waiting there for death to come and sweep him
from off of his feet. The tree from a physical shape has been
significantly cut down in half, due to the years and harsh winters. On
that first morning I realized that there was more to that tree than just a
waste of space, but now I began to see the good things as well. As I
watched my place on the second day I realized that there was tons of
leaves around and under this tree.
Then I looked around and it looked like most of the leaves on
that side of the yard were all huddled under this old tree. I thought to
myself, why would all the leaves be under here and almost nowhere else.
After this my imagination came up with something that I thought was pretty
dumb, but it was the leaves were all under this tree not for protection
from rain, but for education and stories, because this is the oldest tree
in the yard and it will have the most stories. I found it really
interesting that, that happening, considering the tree itself is too old
to have leaves itself. After witnessing this I decided to go out and get a
closer look. When I got out there I realized three things. One was when I
pushed the tree the whole thing shook. Two was it bent like an arrow to
the west, and that is the way the sets, and third was under and around the
tree in a perfect square was greenest grass in my whole yard. I also found
this to be interesting because the best grass was under the ugliest, and
Those were the good things that I witnessed about my place, but
there were the bad. The worst thing that happened, which was also the most
funny, was when my neighbor’s dog came up and did his “business” on the
tree. To me this looked liked the dog was picking on the tree, and
everyone was laughing back, but after the dog was done, the tree still
After watching this tree I have realized there is more to this
tree than just an old, dieing one. To me now this tree has a new found
respect not just with me, but also with nature, because of all the good
things that are around it.
This tree reminds me of our country because the United
States compared to other nations is very young, and we as a nation take
advice and pull things from older countries.
When the clock strikes 11:25 at Catholic Memorial
High School period FG has begun. Mr. G's class has sat down, but all the
kids keep talking. Mr. G says, "By now the bell has rung." Just as he
said that a student, Rufus, swung the door open and poked his head in to
look around. After a quick look Rufus walked in and right behind him was
Mackeydougal. Mr G. turned to the students who were late and said,
"Roofus and Mackeydougal, thanks for coming."
After Roofus and Mackeydougla sat down Mr. G announced to the class,
"Last night I wrote up my vocabulary that I didn't know, as well as you
did." He continued on saying, "I didnt know the word anarchy, and by the
time I wrote it down I knew it meant 'no formal government rule'."
Then someone from the class replied, "Who cares," and Willma Claughlin
replied, "No one."
Then Mr. G replied to Willma Claughlin, "one more outburst like that
and you will be in jug."
Willma replied, "ok."
Then out of no where Tommy yelled "EEE!," and Willma and the rest of
the class erupted into laughter. Mr. G made the situation worse by
saying, "That was a time to get a good chuckle, but now its time to move
The only problem with moving on was that the bell rang and the class
ended with Mr. G saying, "Our time has come to a close."
that was inspiring and also enlightening was by Walt Whitman called, “I
Hear America Singing.” Whitman was an American poet and also an American
man. He was born in one of Americas best known cities and that is New
York. In this poem “I Hear America Singing,” Whitman captures a sense of
pride in our country’s workers, and a message of advice to the people in
this great country.
Whitman in “I Hear America Singing,” he describes images of jobs
in America. Out of these jobs Whitman descriptively tells us about ten
different jobs, which include:
mechanic, carpenter, mason, boatman, shoemaker, wood-cutter, and mother’s
working. They are almost working together, and this is shown in the line,
“The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench, the hatter singing as he
stands.” The shoemaker and the hatter have different jobs but they are
working together. Throughout the poem Whitman tells us about all of these
people working towards one goal, and that is to advance America into a
Whitman also in this poem shows that women have begun to work in
the work force. In fact Whitman shows this in the poem with, “The
delicious singing of the mother, or of the young wife at work, or of the
girl sewing or washing.” I am curious as to why he put this at the end of
the poem. To me he put this line in there because women just started to
become an active role in the work force, which is different from the old,
passive, stay at home housewife way of thinking. I mean before this time
period when the poem was written, women in society were almost like second
Finally Whitman hides his message at the end of the poem for us to
discover as a country. He puts his message into the line, “ The day what
belongs to the day-at night the
party of young fellows, robust, friendly.” Whitman put this in there as a
message to the people telling them that it is now time to take a break,
relax, America has been formed.
Also it means that America is not all work, but also America has a society
that has goals, dreams, enjoyment, and entertainment.
Walt Whitman made this poem a remembrance. He praises the workers
that made America. He finishes it up with the message to America. Also
Whitman shows the unity of the workers and their thrive to move forward.
This poem all the way through gave me a great sense of pride in the
dedication and hard work that they did to form this great nation.