One day I was sitting in English class like I do
everyday when Mr. McGonegel began singing and producing all sorts of music
from his guitar when I noticed that there was large writing on the front
board which said “1st draft for essays on your family moving to America.
Right then it struck me that I didn’t know the story of my family moving
Eager to find they answer to this painstaking dilemma, I burst out
of the class and throughout the hallway only to find that my crutches
refused to keep up with me. One thing led to another and I ended up on my
face before I knew it. Upon getting up I stumble upon a conclusion, which
was to call my Nana when I got home because she knows everything. By the
time I got out of the front door my father was already outside waiting for
me and I dove inside with my question boiling inside me.
As soon as we got on my street I was unbuckled and ready for
departure, which was appropriate being that I flew up the stairs like a
plain ignoring the fact that I couldn’t walk. When I got to the phone I
had to dial the number three times because I messed up trying to dial it
to fast. After I finally got through, she answered the phone with a
“Praise the LORD.” I said “hey Nana it’s me Ryan, I am writing a paper on
how my family came to America. That was the last thing I got to say
because before I was finished she said “ Well Child I don’t know exactly
how we came to America but I cam tell you how we came to Massachusetts.
It all began in Maysville, NC with my parents Daniel Webster Hicks
and Mary Lee Baker. My father Daniel, you great grand father was studying
there to become a dentist, but due to WWII he was called to work in the
Quincy ship yard as an engineer. Before he left, he made sure that he
didn’t leave the most important thing there, and that was my mother Mary.
They got married and then embarked on there journey to Massachusetts, but
they weren’t traveling light, Mary was pregnant with baby Doris and she
was born December 4 , 1939 in Boston, the first Hicks to be in Boston, ME!
We moved to Genessey St. in the South End. My father now working at the
ship yard often left my mother home to watch me, but that was not enough,
then my mother had Daniel jr. followed by Franklin, Frederick, Sherley and
Gary. With all these children my mother figured that she should start a
Because Boston didn’t have some of the wild things, Mary and Daniel
were used too in North Carolina they began to go bowling and they loved
it, only problem was with eight people going every time it began to get
pretty costly. So what better way to Bowl for cheap than to Bowl free, and
what better way to Bowl for free than to make your own bowling Alley. So
that’s what my daddy did, Making Daniel’s Bowlerama on 124 Herald St. But
being such adventurous people as they were , they soon got board with
Bowling, and it turned out that Baseball was the new best thing. So our
family began playing baseball, but there weren’t that many leagues to play
So what better way to find a league for family baseball than to make
you own, so that’s what he did founding the Crawford house little league
which can still be found today.” Sounding out of breath My Nana said Is
that enough? To me that was more enough an it filled a void inside me
which had been nagging at m for all these years, I just never knew it. It
also showed me that knowing where your from is a big part of knowing who
you are, and when you know who you are, you know where you belong, and
that is a wonderful thing to know.
Once upon a time a transcentalist wrote, “Many think that seeds
improve with age.” After observing my space, I have realized that this
person is wrong. It takes more than age to make a seed improve. It takes a
little light, water and tending to. In a similar way, so did my space, but
instead of light, it needed mowing, instead of water, it needed attention
and instead of a little tending. It took a lot of tending.
My space is a small and little area located at the bottom of my
street. It has a couple of trees still left but the tallest one is now
gone. It is more of an urban garden which is now disrespected and ignored
by everyone, except by a squirrel who often runs across the power lines,
jumping onto trees. There is a flower garden and this place has a zillion
different types of flowers, but people don’t give them enough attention to
them so they are half dead or are dying.
People walk pass this area all the time but never stop and admire
it. Many say they do this because it’s hiding at the bottom of the hill,
and it’s all about location, location and location. I think it’s because
people just don’t have the time for nature anymore but people have the
time for cars and computers. They just don’t have time for simple things.
They only reason they go to the garden are for their dogs to use the
bathroom or to get vegetables.
This garden is an American garden because it was changed from a dump
to a beautiful garden, the way colonists did when they moved here to North
America. It actually used to be an trash dump where people dropped of
their garbage for the week so trash men could pick it up. With some hard
work and effort, people straightened it up so that it now looks
presentable. This drastic change is what makes it an American garden. The
change began with a few pretty rocks being added, then some colorful
decoration and now there is a flower garden right in the middle, which
took the place of a large willow tree. The tree made the area look sad and
ugly is now gone and opens the view that show much of Jamaica Plain.
After all that this space has been through, I think that the
appropriate name for it should be called the Rudolf garden. I think this
name is good because as you know “ Rudolf” the red nose reindeer had a
shiny nose which nobody liked him for. After Santa Claus needed him
everybody realized how beautiful Rudolf’s nose was and they began to
appreciate it. Much like Rudolf, this space has very beautiful qualities
but unnoticed, until one day somebody needed it to grow vegetables. After
that, people began fixing it up and using it the way it should be used.
That is why I named it “Rudolf.”
Early one Thursday an unfaithful newly wed woman
took a day off from work because she had worn herself out the day before,
or so she said. Anyway, while her husband was away at his office she was
at home *1kreepin’ with another man, when she heard light tapping which to
her ignorance was actually footsteps and she said the man “quick, hide in
the closet” where he stayed until further instruction. Her bedroom door
squeaked open as it always did and with the most nervous look on her face,
she was surprised to see that it was only her eight year old son. She
asked him “why aren’t you at school?” and he replied with a smart Al icky
tone, “you tell me”, and she was so busy with her own matters that she
forgot that it was her job to get little Billy dressed and ready for his
interview for a knew school. Then she heard the same tapping and with no
delay she pushed him into she closet telling him” if your father finds out
that you missed your interview, he’s going to be *2ripped.”
So without much of a choice he found himself in the closet, but his mom
forgot that she had her other little friend in that hiding spot already.
“what the? What are you doing here?” Said the little boy and before the
man could come up with an excuse, the boy had knew what was going on and
he said to the man ”I have a baseball for sale” and the man replied “
yeah, so what?” With the same voice the boy responded to his mom earlier
he said” my dads out side” and the man replied “Ok, How much kid?” And the
boy said “it cost seventy dollars” and the man knew that he was being
robbed but he had no other choice than to pay for it.
The husband came into the room tired and wet into the bathroom to run the
bath, when the wife snuck the man out and soon after the boy exited the
closet as well.
The next day the woman had the same guy over while her husband was
supposed to be on a business trip. While she was in the middle of doing
whatever she was doing ,she heard footsteps and went through the same
routine as she did the day before telling him to get into the closet.
Also as it occurred the day before, it was little Billy again but this
time he was all bruised, battered and barefoot. His mother with the most
angry voice asked him “what the hell happened to you? And he with that
voice again responded”, wouldn’t you like to know? You were supposed to
pick me up, Remember? And because you didn’t I had to take the train and I
got jumped and *3ran for my new Jordans.” Right then she heard the pool
house chimes on the door ringing which meant the door had been opened.
When she went to the window she saw her husband’s car outside and quickly
an to get the man out, but he was making his way up the stairs and
instead of taking the man out she pushed her son in without thinking,
because she knew if his father found out he would start *4throwin bows. So
the boy was in the closet with the man once again and the boy said to the
man “I have a baseball glove and having already been through this before
the man just asked the kid “How much?” And the boy replied One hundred
and thirty dollars.” Without the man arguing hew just gave the boy the
money and the boy didn’t say anything.
The father had walked in and the woman said with a fragile voice “Honey,
what are you doing home?” And he said “my meeting got postponed until
Sunday and I'm going to be home for most of the weekend, so I’ll have time
to spend with little Billy.” While he went back to the pool house to
check the temperature on the jocose, his wife snuck the man out.
The next day the father asked little Billy “do you want to go and play two
on two with Johnny up the street and his father.” But the boy responded” I
can’t because I got jumped and ran for my sneakers so I can’t play
basketball.” “Well there is nothing that we can do about that, so get
your cleats and we can play catch”, but the boy explained to his father
that he sold his ball and glove so he couldn’t play that either. “Well”,
the father replied ”How much did you make?” And the boy said “Two hundred
dollars” The father said “that’s not right, You robbed whoever bought them
from you and stealing is a sin. Get ready, you going to confession to ask
for forgiveness for what you have done.” When the boy and his father were
on the way they stopped to pick the boy up some sneakers so he could have
something to were on his feet while he was at church. When he arrived at
the church the boy went into the confession box and he said to the priest
“ I got a new pair of sneakers” and the priest replied, “don’t start that
*1 Kreepin’ v. From the language of Ebonics- cheating on a loved one or
having an affair.
*2 Ripped n. From the language of Ebonics- a complete state of anger.
*3 Ran v From the language of Ebonics- (Past tense) to be robbed or to
have something taken from.
*4 Thowin’ Bows v From the language of Ebonics- to get very angry and or
Walt Whitman is an extremely unique writer, he is
known for his ability to write and sculpt beautiful sentences about topics
which don’t matter and are hard to elaborate on. He has ways and styles of
writing which have near been seen or repeated, for example he abandoned
the need for rhythm and meters in his poems . For this reason he was
criticized but later loved and exalted for the same reason. The poem
relives the his experience hearing the learn’d astronomer, in all of it’s
I enjoy almost all of his poems but the one that mostly stands out in my
mind is “when I heard the learn’d astronomer”. He writes about the stars
and what he does not know about but can only see. By doing this breaks
through the boundaries of knowledge by combining hearing and sight. He
does this in lines 11 of”look’d up in perfect silence at the stars”.
He expresses through,” Till rising and gliding out I wandering off by
myself, in the mystical moist night..” that the night is or can be
understood to be more than just a time but a place with forms of energy
all around. He wonders into it not knowing what he’ll find, but only that
t is mystical and moist.
By writing these lines into his transformation of his experience hearing
the learn’d Astronomers lecture,he adds a whole new scenario, where all of
his senses are being used to observe the atmosphere. This poem does a
great job of describing this experience which opens up your mind to what
your eyes can tell and what your ears can show.
There are many great sports and many, which are not
so great. Badminton is one sport, which could be argued as being not so
great. In fact, the word "bad" in the name "badminton" is an appropriate
description of this game. In addition, some American sports enthusiasts
don’t consider badminton a sport at all. However, the average American
has customized badminton to suite their interests as a sport and they
continue to play the game.
Badminton is a sport where two to four people compete with rackets, a bird
or shuttlethingy and a net. It is a combination of tennis and volleyball.
It is a high scoring game, and it has the same scoring system as tennis,
15, 30, and 40 points in a game. There are six games in a set and two
sets in a game. Originating from Battlethingy or Battledore, badminton
was first played in Ancient Greece and early Far Eastern civilization for
the satisfaction of kings and queens. The poor often played with their
feet and the wealthy played with rackets. The first officially scored
game with rules was played in thingya, India in 1877 (Boga).
Badminton is an appropriate name for this sport because of the word "bad"
in the name badminton. Many people believe that the game is dull and
boring. I, myself, tried this sport some two months ago, and I found it
tiring and also boring. After trying badminton, I now understand why it
is not extremely popular and why some people don’t consider it a sport.
The Executive Director of Badminton USA, Dan Cloppis says, " … it’s a lot
easier for my children to make it to the Olympics in badminton than
basketball" (Cloppis). He refers to badminton as being easy and not as
popular as basketball which says a lot coming from the Executive Director
of the sport in the USA. Not only do people in professional positions
criticize this sport, but amateurs do too.
A seventh grader at the Mission Hill School believes that "the sport is
boring and the action is gone in sixty seconds"(Jonathan Howell). He
expresses his feelings through laughter and criticizing gestures. He also
says, "It can’t be compared to great sports like football or baseball
because all you do, in badminton, is hit the fly over the net over and
over again. It gets too repetitious." This is one of many that
criticize and accuse badminton of being so boring that it’s not even a
sport. It has been compared to synchronized swimming and "that’s not
Badminton although not popular has been Americanized by its television
broadcasting and also by its publication. Therefore, despite its
unpopularity, Americans still play the game and have customized badminton
to suite their interest. "Americans have a distinct style of play where
they apply force instead of finesse"(Chan). By their fast pace and mobile
playing tactics, these players have Americanized badminton (Chan). Even
though Badminton is not widely accepted, some Americans do enjoy the fast
pace, competitiveness and the high scoring of the game.
Nevertheless, its unpopularity shows that most Americans don’t exactly
love badminton, but it is still considered a sport. Some people believe
that because a sport is boring, that it’s not worthy of being called a
sport. However, "Sport" is defined as an activity that involves physical
exertion and has a set form of rules. According to its definition,
badminton is a sport because it has a set of rules and involves physical
exertion. With all these things being said, badminton is a fast paced
sport, which is not exactly popular to Americans, but has been customized
to suite the interest of the average American.