Clara Brown Book Report

Mary Roach appears at a memorial service for the anonymous corpses of “UCSF Medical School class” of 2004. Though there was the typical funereal preparations, the mutilated bodies are noticeably gone. Even with the bodies absent the memorial service was still a somber occasion. Residents take turns reading and singing, Roach, is specifically affected by one student's genuine acknowledgement to a previous cadaver.

Frances Ellen Walker Harper published a wealth of short stories, poetry, essays, and novels in the middle to late 1800s. She was born into a politically active, free black family, attended her uncle’s school, and became the first female teacher at the Union Seminary. Harper’s unusually comfortable class-status and extensive education allowed her to become a skilled writer on topics that interested her, such as politics, civil rights, feminism, and religion. Harper used her skill and passion to become economically and emotionally independent. In fact, much of her work echoes her identity as a middle class woman of color who supported herself through writing. However, this nature of independence was unusual for a woman in the 1800s, especially a black woman. Though Harper’s portrayal of strong, independent womanhood is a much needed depiction of women, Harper is unqualified to establish expectations for black women in the 1800s.

across all over the Northern states (LaFantasie, 2005). Seeing her work and what she was

Non-fiction writings, such as a history or biography, are based on facts, real events, and real people. These writings can be presented as either objective or subjective and written in the form of personal essays, reports, and biographies. But, no matter what type non-fiction, the factual content of these writings can always be questioned as to whether or not it is actually accurate. In fact, many non-fiction sources, even if they focus on the same topic, often give different facts and information that does not match up with what another source says. As evidence, various non-fiction sources containing information on the “unsinkable” Molly Brown display multiple variations of her life story. Looking at different sources of Molly Brown’s

In the detailed story of an impoverished family during the late 1900’s, Jeannette Walls describes her experience from the young age of 3, up until adulthood. The family of 6, with Rex Walls as the father, Rose Mary as the mother, and her three siblings, Lori, Brian and Maureen, were constantly moving throughout the country with little to no food or cash. The memoir shows how dysfunctional the family was, but never seemed to force the reader to condemn the parents. In a life of poverty, the have to move for own to town, and often lived in various mining towns. Although they each found something they learned to love (like Jeannette’s rock collection) in the desert, they had to leave them behind once Rex’s alcoholism only worsened, and they ran

Prior to reading The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks I had heard of the HeLa cells and their contribution to medical research, but I had never really known where they had come from. In fact, I had never even associated the cells I heard about with an actual human being before reading this book. I found the book intriguing in the way it interweaves the story of the Lack’s family with the scientific history, racial politics, and medical ethics. Not only did I learned a lot about the science surrounding the HeLa cells and the nature of medical ethics, I also learned about Henrietta and her family. Learning about the Lack’s family along with how much the HeLa cells have contributed to science helps to humanize the story and make it more than a scientific history and a

There are beauties unknown deep in the ground of Concordia. Stories that have been altered over the course of time and history that has tailgated behind these tombstones of deceased bodies. Gunfighters who thought they would rule the world were slain by the scythe of death. They were once owners of land, beholders of beauty, famous gun ringers, loving family members, and burdened veterans of war. Concordia Cemetery, the land that once gave birth to crops now lays burdened with the segregation of death, where even then people were all divided by their race, credentials, ethnicity and even gender. Gunfighters were caged underneath their tombstones where people were sure that they wouldn’t rise again.

The book is written by Melba Pattillo Beals. She was born December seventh, nineteen forty one. She was born in Little Rock Arkansas . Melba Pattillo Beals is important because she is one of the Little Rock Nine, the nine African-American students that were involved in the desegregation of Little Central High School in nineteen fifty seven. Melba has not passed away she is seventy five years old. Melba Pattillo Beals grew up around family members who knew the importance of getting an education. Her mother Lois Marie Pattillo, was one of the first black graduates of the University of Arkansas, in nineteen fifty four. Her mother was also a high school english

The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks is about a poor African-American woman that died from cervical cancer at Johns Hopkins Hospital in 1950, but in the end it turns into religion and spirituality. I know that there are many religions, but do not know much about religion and how it can affect people’s lives. The book also shows how Lack’s family believes in God, the struggle of Lack’s family with the creation of those cells, how the cells got used by people, and the sad part when Deborah wants to know who her mother was and the Lacks family could not afford a health insurance.

On evening of Sunday June 9, 1912 at the Moore residence the Moore family attended service at the Presbyterian church where their children participated in the Children’s Day Program. The service ended at around 9:30 p.m. and the Moores and Stillinger sisters walked to the Moore’s house at around 10 p.m. The sisters had returned to the Moore residence because they asked their parents the Stillinger 's if they could spend the night. Once they all arrived at the residence they ended their festive evening with some cookies and milk followed by everybody at the residence going to sleep.

A good rule to begin with would be foreshadowing. Butler started the story off with, “The trouble began long before June 9, 1976, when I became aware of it, but June 9 is the day I remember” (Butler 13). When the reader reads this they wonder why this date in general, it is her birthday but as they continue

Against the jeers and taunts of naive audiences and ignorant critics, Josephine Baker was resilient. During her second miscarriage, medical challenges, and emergency surgeries, Josephine Baker remembered her purpose, to entertain, and her reason for living, to love. Rising from an abusive childhood to, as Ernest Hemingway personified her, “the most enchanting woman you could ever meet”, Josephine Baker possessed the strength to live for life’s highest honors, not its deepest pains. Unbeknownst to many, Josephine Baker was a tactical genius and a fortress against failure. She entranced the world and defined culture in the Gilded Age. If I had only one minute to spend with Josephine Baker, I would thank her for being a shining example of victory for all

• “{…} The year is 1790 and the place is Sleepy Hollow.” (Page 6) This is the place and time of the story, where and when it is set up. • “Brom: Look, I told you! Nothing happens until Brom Bones crosses the threshold.

"The cemetery you see is divided by a wall, and that is the wall we are sitting on. The wall divides the rich quarter, where the dead get buried in the earth, from the poor quarter, where the dead get stacked up in boxes,” (Page 180). That is unnatural why should they have to be buried any different to the rich they have spirits and lives family’s that I think don’t want to climb up a stacked up boxes just to read the name on it.

So I'm over at the Hortons' with my stretcher and minivan and my able apprentice, young Matt Sheffler, because they found old George, the cemetery sexton, dead in bed this Thursday morning in ordinary time. And the police have been in to rule out foul play and the EMS team to run a tape so some ER doctor wired to the world can declare him dead at a safe distance. And now it's ours to do—Matt's and mine—to ease George from the bed to the stretcher, negotiate the sharp turn at the top of the stairs, and go out the front door to the dead wagon idling in the driveway and back to the funeral home from whence he'll take his leave—waked and well remembered—a Saturday service in the middle of April, his death observed,