Clays Quilt

In chapter ten, Ma confesses to her son that she has doubts about finding work in California. She has little faith in what awaits the family. Tom reassures her by telling her what he told her before, that the only way to survive was to live from day to day and not worry about the future, and the things she could not control or predict. This helps to Ma have the confidence to lead the family during the journey. The rest of the novel is just about the family doing what they can to survive from one day to the next, never knowing what tomorrow held in store for

It was such a beautiful day out, the weather was perfect. Temperature was around a good seventy-nine degrees, sunny and with a light breeze rolling in off the waves as the crash along the shore. The sound of laughter, happiness and nature all in one filled the air. People from all walks of life enjoy their holiday in their own way on the beach. Footprints in all sizes, some are small and some are huge, spread over the

In the poem “The Century Quilt” by Marilyn Nelson Waniek the “Century Quilt” is a nostalgic necessity of the narrator. The upbringing of nostalgia throughout the poem is the telling of an Odyssey, a journey home though not physical but emotional. Through the constant use of pragmatic imagery that is erupting with allusions to the past and the unusual use of form that gives the poem a platform to project itself Waniek is able to produce a stunning display of emotion and nostalgia that displays the complex meanings of the quilt and the vital importance of it to the narrator.

In regards to Kofi Annan, it is believed that we all need to join together in order to live in a strong environment and we need one another in order to grow stronger as a nation. Kofi Annan once said,” We may have different religions, different languages, different colored skin, but we all belong to one human race.” This statement emphasizes the significance of finding common ground due to the fact that it explains that everyone needs to get past their differences in order to come together and grow to make the environment and nation they live in superior. Two authors in this unit also argue that individuals need to find common ground. In “A Quilt of a Country”, Anna Quindlen claims that conflict unites all people. Likewise, Eboo Patel claims that all people work together to overcome

Grant is very strict towards his students. Grant then thinks about his teacher when he was a child, Matthew Antoine, describes him to us, tells about his influence, and what they talked about. Next, Grant goes with Miss Emma to visit Jefferson in his cell, but when they talk to him, he doesn’t acknowledge that they are their and is difficult to them. During Grant’s next visit, Jefferson acts like a hog and is infatuated with the idea that he is one. Grant wants to leave town with Vivian, but there are several things holding them back. Grant and Vivian discuss the names of their future children and talk to Miss Emma and Tante Lou. The visits to the jail continue and there isn’t much progress with Jefferson. Jefferson doesn’t want to eat or talk. Grant goes to Mr. Pichot’s house and Jefferson’s execution date is set on a Friday. Another visit, Jefferson tells Grant that he wants a gallon of ice cream for dinner his last night. Grant gets him a radio to keep him company, but Reverend Ambrose, Tante Lou, and Miss Emma thing the radio is a bad thing for him. Grant also gets Jefferson a notebook and pencil so he can right down his feelings or what he’s thinking about. You start to see Grant and Jefferson start to bond and Grant leaves happy with what is happening. The next time he goes to see Jefferson, Miss Emma goes.

“None of us have moved on from being that kid with a gun under the pillow waiting for him to come back from us. That's hard to live with,” she said. “We're afraid he's just smart enough to hid in woods somewhere with high powered rifle and start shooting us. I will spend every day for the rest of my life waiting for a bullet to arrive just because I happened to be the daughter of his victim. It makes me so angry he has this affect on us. I did nothing wrong. He chose to do

In the third chapter, Capote revisits and strengthens the theme of normal versus abnormal. Throughout the novel, Dick contends that he is normal. Although ironically, from a

Quilting can also be used for expression of oneself or for social commentary. Back in the 1800’s when there were many wars women would usually make quilts because they were what was needed in those times and the fabric was often hard to come by and it was usually saved for clothes making.” It was a means to escape from the isolation of their lifestyle and it allowed them the artistic freedom to express themselves. The quilts produced by our ancestors told stories about their lifestyles that could not be captured by pen and paper. Every quilt we see today, regardless of when the quilt was made, relates a story. The types of fabrics, the design of the quilt, the signature of the quilter, all reveal an intimate story of the woman or man who made the quilt.” (Meeske,Quilt Me a Story) They used quilting to get out of the bleakness and horrible things that were going on in their lives at the moment and put how they felt in the quilts. Around the mid-1800’s women quilted a lot more to show artistic talent, political views, and even their emotions. “Prior to a woman’s ability to vote, some women used their artistic talents and expressed their political views through a quilt. The issue of slavery in the United States in the mid-1800s led to quilt patterns called Slave Chain

You can tell that Casy is having second thoughts about leaving for out west, and it’s almost like he is having a premonition. He tries to convince Tom that something funny is going on, but Tom just ignores him. Casy responds by saying “Oh, what the hell! So goddamn hard to say anything” (Galati 37). Uncle John is also having bad feelings and he expresses this to Casy when he says “I got a feelin’ I’m bringin’ bad luck to my own folks” (Galati 41).  Furthering the family break up, Noah, who was also traveling with the family, found his place when they were at the river. He realized that he could catch fish and never be sad. Noah did not want to leave his family but he knew that it wasn’t going to get any better. While the Joad family was breaking up a shift was happening. After the family looses Connie, Casy and Tom, Ma knew that she is just supposed to go on. When she tells Pa “Man, he lives in a jerk—baby born an’ a man dies, an’ that’s a jerk—gets a farm an’ loses his farm, an’ that’s a jerk.” (Galati 81). Ma is realizing that there is a circle of life, that the death of one may bring life to another, as shown in the end when Rose of Sharon feeds her breast milk for her dead baby to a dying man. Ma’s way of thinking is best illustrated by the quote  "Can't wipe us out. Can't lick us. We'll go on forever. 'Cause we're the people." Ma Joad was going through this shift in thinking.

Jerry and Swifty came out from behind the overgrowth and once again stepped foot onto sand dusted

Alma starts to slowly regain consciousness but abruptly starts to frantically looks side to side in confusion and realizes her perspective was looking down at the shop from the high shelf, as if she in the place of the replica doll. The surrounding doll’s eyes seemed to be fixated on her with looks of sympathy. Unexpectedly, a clicking sound began to fill the room and a figure begins to slowly come out from the table behind the window of the

“Yesterday afternoon, Fontaine’s wife shot him.” Victor let her grasp his statement. He wouldn’t tell her about Duvall, not yet anyway. “Talk is—she even called out to him, so he’d see her pull the trigger.” He was proud of adding this part. Angela could be so naive.

After traveling for 3-hours, my family arrived at our beach house in Ocean City Maryland. After making a quick trip for groceries, we decided to go to bed and set alarm clocks for early in the morning. After a good nights sleep, I woke up to the pleasant smell of bacon and eggs. After feasting on a delightful breakfast, my brothers and I began to get ready for the beach. We went down the creaky wooden stairs of our beach house and unlocked the storage room located beneath the home. I decided to carry both of the floral umbrellas while my brothers took the portable beach chairs. After grabbing all of our gear, we headed back up the weathered stairs and towards the distant sand dunes. As we approached the entrance of the sand dunes, the satisfying sounds of the ocean's waves started to become closer and closer. Once we traveled closer, the vivid orange sun began to ascend from the deep sea. At this early point in the morning, the sand walkway enclosed by

The ocean strokes land with calm and reassuring hands, lacing water with sand and lifting seashells in its wake. My heart urges me forward, to walk among the peace, to capture the sweet smell of sea salt. My brain reasons with the rest of my body. Turning sharply from the churning water I force my feet to leave the warm imprint they have grown to love

The air was cold and windy. The beach was black, with small glossy pebbles, and shells. The shells on the beach where beautiful, shiny, and large bigger than my head. The water was gray with rocks that were big enough to climb on. The rocks held puddles of water with ocean life living in them. Small crabs where running over my feet as I sat on the rocks looking at the wave splash against it. A small trail going off of the beach, going to a