A Speech On My Personal Guard

"And where the fireplace had once been was the back of a blackened hearth and a broken chimney and a line of soot

Through this first incident, Jeanette’s mother, Rose Mary, encouragingly said, “Good for you. You‘ve got to get right back into the saddle. You can’t live in fear of something as basic as fire” (Walls 9). Soon then, Walls became “fascinated with it” (Walls 9) as she passed her finger through a candle flame, slowing her finger with each pass, watching the way it seemed to cut the flame in half.

Jeannette was lit on fire. Her body was burned and she had to go to the hospital. She was making hotdogs in the kitchen as a three year old. Her mother was in the other room singing and painting. Jeannette bent over to give her dog a taste of the hot dog and her dress caught fire. She screamed and her mother ran in to help. Rose Mary tarnished the flames but Jeannette received hospital worthy injuries. They put her on a bed of ice while assessing her burns. “One of them squeezed my hand and told me I was going to be okay. “I know,” I said, “but if I’m not, that’s okay too.” The nurse squeezed my hand again and bit her lower lip.” (pg. 10) Even with the chaos of being rushed to the hospital Jeannette still remained calm.

Gawin looks ahead of her, seeing rundown, disheveled homes, and the tail end of the king’s men horses trailing down the path. “See what?” he question.

3. At the cabin, Jerry found a cubbyhole beside the fireplace and put kindling and “medium” wood for sudden weather, and steadied a stone that was loose in the the sidewalk to the cabin for the narrator.

“It’s not everyday we get company around here,” I reminded myself, “we haven’t shown our chateau in ages.” As we walked down the elegant staircase, each step creaked one by one. My hand-held lamp with the bright, burning fire was in clutch as we walked around the dusty furniture until we saw some of my men. They were silent, but you could see the fear in their eyes - almost like the fear in Rainsford’s. One had the guts to come up, and offer another light looking for a way to impress me with his concern, but I quickly declined.

just inside the front door were built two stoves of brick and stones, each with a wide-

Maycomb County has been living a few dynamic days, as it not only snowed yesterday, but also today at approximately 2 in the morning a tremendous fire burnt the house of Maudie Atkinson to the ground. Even though the cause of the fire has not been confirmed yet, it is highly believed that it was due to the flue in her kitchen. Since it had not snowed since 1885, the people in town were not prepared. The fire truck was killed by the extreme weather and it took plenty of time for it to arrive to the scene, but fortunately it arrived in time to prevent the fire from spreading to other houses in the neighborhood. The commotion among everyone was clearly perceived.

"Kate! Sarah!" She yelled as she opened her window. Allison's parents stopped next to the stables so Allison could greet her friends and bring her horse, Thomas, to his stall. Allison bounced out the door and ran towards her

Next he moved into the common room and lay a fire in the black stone fireplace, brushing the ash from the massive hearth along the northern wall. He pumped water, washed his hands, and brought up a piece of mutton from the basement. He cut fresh kindling, carried in firewood, punched down the rising bread and moved it close to the now warm stove.

The Honor Guard tryouts, they were a great deal to those wanting to be the best of the best. You had to train and endure everything that was thrown at you, prepared or not. Everyone that makes it goes it by showing off every movement and command they have learned. Even still you can’t prepare for everything. Laubach had always said throughout the process for training and performing the event. That was to work hard and have the endurance to continue on, even when you do not want to. I tell that to people today when they feel like they can’t continue on.

“Wooden floors were an unknown luxury. In a single room were huddled, like cattle, ten or a dozen persons, men, women, and children. We had neither bedsteads nor furniture of any description. Our beds were collections of straw and old rags, thrown down in the corners and boxed in with boards; a single blanket the only covering.”

Upon opening the back door, Vasquez observed that there was just enough space to squeeze past the refrigerator blocking the exit. The air smelled of burned rubber and melted wires; a damp ash covered the ground, sticking to their boots. In the kitchen, Vasquez and Fogg discerned only smoke and heat damage—a sign that the fire had not originated there—and so they pushed deeper into the nine-hundred-and-seventy-five-square-foot building. A central corridor led past a utility room and the master bedroom, then past a small living room, on the left, and the children’s bedroom, on the right, ending at the front door, which opened onto the porch. Vasquez tried to take in everything, a process that he compared to entering one’s mother-in-law’s house for the first time: “I have the same curiosity.”

The short haired elf reentered the stone building to see his master having already set a fire up. The flames smothered the room in warm light.

Starting off the book Richard is four years old living in Mississippi with his grandmother, mother, and younger brother Alan. This is the first time fire becomes significant, when Richard starts to become curious. In a household were the rules are so restricting you could barely breathe “All morning my mother had been scolding me, telling me to keep still, warning me that i must make no noise.” (Black Boy,pg.1) due to his grandmother's illness he spent all day inside a house being unable to be a kid and explore. He begins to become curious about the fireplace in his living room when his brother warns him against a rebellious act involving the fire and a few straws. After he learns what happens with the fire Richard describes, “My idea was growing, blooming. Now I was wondering just how long the fluffy white curtains would look if I lit a bunch of straws under them. Would I try it? Sure.” (pg. 2) This results in the first presence of fire,