One night my family and I sat down to a late
dinner.There wasn't much conversation so I thought of a question to break
the silence. First I asked if we had any family stories. Secondly i asked
my parents if they would tell me the story. I am fortunate enough to have
known my great grand parents. I knew my great grand father for ten years.
My mother and her siblings called him Pop so his great grand children
called him Pop also. I guess you could say he had it rough.
He came to America in 1904 from Portugal. He only had five dollars
in his pocket when he came here. He was only four or five years of age. He
came with his siblings and his mother as his father found a house and a
job. They settled in New Bedford, massachusetts. They lived in a chicken
coop converted into a house. He and his family worked on a farm for a
quarter a day. He later moved to Mattapan. He worked as a police mechanic.
Pop had three children and a wife and became a priest. He saved his money
and moved into Milton. He bought the white house next to the Captain
Robert Forbes Museum. AS a young child I remember going to his house. He
had a candy jar that was always filled. under the lid there was a music
box. Before he left the room he would wind up the music box.
When my cousins, brothers and I would try to steal a piece of his
candy the music box would play and he would yell "got ya" and come back
into the room. He always had the family parties at his house.When it was
time to eat we all sat at a huge table that took up the length of the
room. We always ate Cale Soup with bread and butter. When Pop passed away
so did the parties and gathering around the table for his soup. However I
will never forgot him or his parties. From this story my family gets part
of its history. However anyone can get the message that hard work pays off
in the end.
woods near Eliot Park I see the bare trees. The leaves resting on the
ground and birds and squirrels scurry through them. I can smell the leaves
andd a certain undescribable scent. I feel the leaves and plants crumble
beneath my feet as the brisk wind blows by. I can hear the wind rustling
up the dead leaves, leading them in a charge across the woods spilling
them into neighboring yards. I see everything "I become a transparent eye
ball" said Emerson.
My little piece of nature is an American one because it has been around
for a long time. It has survived having houses put up around it and a
baseball field placed in front of it. The trees over look the baseball
field because they are on top of a small hill. This shows that it is an
American spot because baseball is the "Great American Passtime."
In the winter children swarm to the hill in front of the trees like bees
on a hive. There they go sledding. In all other seasons the spot is a mere
short cut leading out to the park. People trudge through it on foot and
blaze through it on bikes. Parents rest atop the hill under the cool shade
of the trees while watching their young children play baseball in the
This spot is American because it has human interaction. It has estounding
beauty in the fall. It comes alive in the spring and offers shade in the
summer. And in the winter it is buzzing with the laughter of children.
This is a true American spot all year long.
It was late at night and the alcohol high was
wearing off after the CM dance. Brian and Matt were waiting for their
ride, which was running late. "Man I hope your mom comes soon,it's
freezing out here" said Brian. "Yeah it is rather chilly" Matt replied.
THe two boys got bored and wanted something to do but what?
They two boys were not from the area and didn't know where they could go.
Matt said "I wonder what's in that part of the building" Matt said
curiously. "Yeah me to" agreed Brian. Kiddingly Matt said "lets go in
through that window, keep a watch for me." Laughing Brian agreed but said
to hurry up because he wanted into.
Shortly after that conversation the two boys were through the window and
in the brother's house. As soon as Brian squeezed through the window a
firm hand landed on their shoulders and a voice said "Can i help you?"
Nervously the boys said no.
They were brought to the office to call their parents, who actually hadn't
even left the house to get them yet. They had to explain what had
happened. I can't imagine explaining to my mother how I ended up inside
Emily Dickinson was
an outstanding poet. Her poems were written in letters to friends and
family. She did not want her works to be published and on her death bed
she asked her niece to burn the letters and works. Fortunately, her niece
did not burn them and the works were published bringing Dickinson
posthumous fame. Dickinson displays an unusual and unprecedented writing
method including dashes and writting as if she were already dead. She also
uses two methods of rhyme, exact and slant rhyme. Her poems offer a new
view of death. Especially in the poem "Because I Could Not Stop For
Death". She displays death as a person. Dickinson brings the action of
dying to life by making it able to do human actions.
Dickinson allows death to gradually occur in this poem. Dickinson uses
images of every day scenes in the process. For example
We passed the school where children played
At recess in the ring
We passed the fields of gazing grain
We passed the setting sun
Here we see every day objects and scenes leading her into her death.
They start earlier in the day when children are in school and we see
grains probably in the afternoon then we finally see the sun setting. The
sun setting symbolizes her life coming to a close as the day ends with the
Emily Dickinson also does not fear her death but instead welcomes it.
in this poem she does not try to escape from death but willingly goes
along with it. Many times death is cruel and dark for example the Grim
Reaper. However Dickinson portrays death to be peaceful and bright and
shows no fear of it. She gives death the image of being something that
should indeed be welcomed. Since Dickinson was to busy for Death, he
stopped and got her. This also shows that she welcomed death because she
opened the door to it.
Emily Dickinson uses death and the theme of death in many of her
poems. She also writes from the grave, as if she were already dead. This
poem tells about when she finally met up with death. There is no fear but
a strong acceptance and welcoming of it. Dickinson uses these unusual
tactics of poem writting and gives us a new outlook on death.
Fishing has been
around since the Biblical times and appears to be here for good. People
fish all over the world for fun and for sport. Fishing has taken on some
new roles through time. It was once a way to catch a meal and still is but
now people use it for sport and just for fun. Many people use fishing to
get a way from the city and get away from everyone else and just relax.
Fishing is done on three levels professional, amateur and recreation. What
is the draw to fishing? Why do so many people like it? The answer is while
you’re out fishing you get to be by yourself and relax escape from the
busy office and breathe clean fresh air. Its not for everyone, it does
require persistence and patience.
The top level of fishing is the professional level. Professional
fisher Tom Lester II was kind enough to share a few quotes about fishing.
I asked Mr. Lester why he fished and he said “I fish because I enjoy the
challenge of getting a fish to bite something that is not real (artificial
lures). I also enjoy and appreciate the struggle a fish puts up when
hooked.” This level of fishing is very intense and serious. These
professionals make a living off the game and support their families with
the winnings from tournaments.
Amateurs fish simply for the love and enjoyment of the
sport. John Albert is an amateur fisher, when I interviewed him on the
sport he said “I like it because its challenging to lure a fish to a lure
and then fighting the fish to bring it in.” John goes fishing once a week.
I asked him how he feels while he’s fishing and he responded “definitely
relaxed and happy. Makes me feel like I’m in more control.” Fishing gives
people control and as stated earlier helps people relax.
Many Americans and people around the world find the sport
of fishing as a waste of time and boaring. Others find the game exciting
and relaxing and extremely fun. I was able to interview sports critic Alex
Savioli about the sport. Alex jokes “Its only fun when you actually catch
a lot of fish.” I also inquired about whether or not fishing should be a
sport or not. He responded “No because it’s more of a social event. Most
people go out in groups to talk and things along that line.” Alex happens
to fall under the category of people who dislike fishing.
Fishing is a sport that is done through out the world on
the professional and recreational level. Many people are fans of the game
while others dislike it. Regardless what people think it is one of the
most played and known games. This sport requires patients and persistence.
Like all other sports luck is also required.