Descriptive Essay On Poplar Hill Farm

As a person that has grown most of my own food, without chemicals or engine powered equipment, for the last 15 years and lesser so for many more years I can relate to some degree what it may have been like for a farmer in the 1800’s (I even live in a house built in 1850).

The informal language, creative word choice, and diction used by all of the characters in this story are true to the Southern Gothic genre short story style (Kirszner & Mandell, 2012). Southern imagery extends beyond the characters to the setting and language. As we read about dirt roads, southern plantations, “red clay banks”, and crops in the field, we are transported to a

Born to poor cultivating folks in 1933, Joycelyn Elders experienced childhood in a rustic, isolated, neediness stricken pocket of Arkansas. She was the eldest of eight youngsters, and she and her kin needed to join work in the cotton fields from age 5 with their ordinant dictation at an isolated school thirteen miles from home. They conventionally missed school amid harvest time, September to December.

On the other hand, McIntosh commented in her interview that the neighboring master “have lots of land…and fixed up his slaves their own cabin” where missionaries came and preached. In another account, Nellie Jones of Savannah describes how “a gray-headed planter catechized us negro children …But I heard of the missionary instructing a large number of colored boys and girls at the big-planters farm”

“Plantation Life” told by Rachel Adams. Rachel was born into slavery in Putman County close to Eatonton, Georgia. Rachel had a mother and father but her father was sold when she was a baby. Her mom’s job was to weave clothes and many times Rachel got to wear the clothes. Rachel grew up with 17 children and only one of them being a boy. They lived in small log cabins, their beds and pillows were made from old hay. Rachel says as children they were fed cornbread and potlicker, adults were fed meat, greens, and cornbread. Marse Lewis Little and Miss Sallie were the owners. Marse Lewis was kind to his slaves. The overseer, however, was cruel and if they didn’t do what he wanted, they would be whipped. Slaves were also whipped if they didn’t do their task in a certain amount of time. Some slaves learned how to read and write while others didn’t. Rachel

Delaney’s grandsons, Willie Jackson and Bolls Riley, told the story of the death of Samuel Scott, passed down from their parents. Before day, the slaves of Poplar Hill Plantation would go to the barn to pull out the plows, hoes, shovels, rakes, all the tools they would need for that day. On this day like most with preparation underway, seeds for planting located at the rear of the building, one of the slaves walked to the other side of the barn they noticed a shadow, hanging from the rafters was the body of Samuel Scott, he had committed suicide.

Times were difficult in Habersham County. The skyrocketing prices of fuel and food were threatening to bankrupt the Johnson family’s small farm, which was no match for the multi-million-dollar mega-farms that had been popping up all over the southeast. Joseph, the family patriarch, was especially troubled by the farm’s

Catherine.S Manegold’s book “Ten Hills Farm The Forgotten History of Slavery in The North”, was published on January 17, 2010, by Princeton University Press. The memory of Ten Hills Farm’s history is almost completely gone. Manegold’s purpose for writing this book was to tell and recreate the true story about this particular six-hundred-acre farm north of Boston in Medford, Massachusetts. Manegold tells about many years of slavery on this farm and all of the people who owned it, all the way up until Massachusetts abolishes the practice. The Farm then turned into a city that hid the ugly truth of the land.

This family faced countless challenges as they homestead on America’s Great Plains during the 1800's. Years of hard work develop the land and improve the quality

As the family is driving along, the grandmother awakens from a nap and recalls “an old plantation that she had visited in this neighborhood once when she was a young lady” (189). This recollection happens while the family is driving through the town of Toomsboro, GA. The grandmother is extremely manipulative and selfish and coaxes the family into visiting the old plantation by lying to them with the possibility of finding hidden treasure. The name of the town is only a slight indication of the terrible tragedy that is yet to come. It is no

The Sam Davis Home is a historical plantation reserved in Smyrna, Tennessee where the Davis’ resided. Sam Davis, son of Charles and Jane Davis, was a well-known, wealthy individual who was known for his courageous act during the civil war. This site is local to me and I wanted a better understanding of the history around me that has impacted my community over the years. I have attended the Sam Davis Home a few times before in my life, mostly during grade school. I was alone with Cady, the tour guide, during the tour so it was easy to ask questions and take time explaining things thoroughly. I plan to go back during October for other events and haunted tours of the Sam Davis Home. I am truly pleased with my choice in location and it has given me a better outlook on Smyrna and a great appreciation for the town.

Growing Up Poor and Black in the Rural South: Anne Moody and the distinguished Dr. William

Over the train tracks, there's an alcohol store on the left side and a low-price store on the right. At the red light, there're a gasoline station and a bank next to it on the right, and a tax helper building on the left with the post office next to it. These are a few of the buildings in the village, but they're not important.

In addition to gradually exposing the reader to the deep background of the residence, thus obliquely strengthening the narrative, the descriptions and facts help Wilson to remember the basic appearance, location, and significance of his old family home. Admittedly learned through “county history”, Wilson reveals that the house was “built by the Talcotts, after whom the town is named.” Furthermore, the home’s construction began in 1800 and took four years to build because it’s “stone had to be quarried out of the banks of the Sugar River” and it’s “beams were secured by enormous nails... some of them eighteen inches long.” These researched details of the estate appear insignificant to the storyline; however, they allow Wilson to access an elementary visualization of his childhood home because, according to Birkerts, Wilson’s “patient focus on preserved materials will bring back troves of specific information”.

My grandmother, 62 today, has lived an eventful life very unknown to her 22 grandchildren. Most of us know she was married to our grandfather, Ray Pittsley, at the young age of 16, however, before and after that is mysterious. They settled in Dubois, Wyoming and raised a family of three girls and two boys. During their children’s teens and twenties, my grandparents worked for the Louisiana Pacific Sawmill in Dubois, Wyoming. This company logged in Wyoming, Idaho, and Montana and created the job industry in these places. At the sawmill, my grandmother worked the post peeler. “I would generally work eight hours a day. It wasn’t hard hard work, but it was work.” Cindy would go to work no matter the weather and no one would ever hear a grumble. While