Elme Delapaz Diary

Ann Marie Low’s diary opens in 1927 when she is a teenager living with her family on a stock farm in southeastern North Dakota. Low’s diary tells the story of her family's struggle to maintain a way of life, keeping their farm, and educate their children. She discusses her family and friends, descendants of homesteaders, through the next ten years, a time when entire communities lost their homes to mortgages and to government recovery programs. Low’s faces economic hardship, unfortunate family circumstances, and the restrictions that society had placed on women. Low's diary is about life in during the Dust Bowl, and Great Depression.

From semi-structured to un-structured interviews to participant-observation, DeLeon extracts a large portion of his data using these techniques. DeLeon uses interviewing in a multitude of ways, which is visible throughout the entire book, as each chapter contains some representation of interviewing, whether structured or unstructured, or a personal account of someone’s story or journey. He also includes pieces of “semi-fictionalized ethnography” (2015:43), which takes interviews and data collected from a plethora of people and compiles it into one, concise account. (2015:44) In regards to participant-observation, DeLeon lives with the migrants in the Juan Bosco shelter, as well as lives with some of the families he is interviewing (which is visible in the later chapters) as well as following his work to wherever he needs to be. In chapter five, DeLeon mentions how he is sleeping in Juan Bosco on a little sleeping mat that had been left for him as the bed had been entirely filled up. (2015:126) This shows complete immersion into his work, as he is not taking any shortcuts or skipping out on any of the data that could have been retrieved throughout his time at Juan

In the second post of this blog series dedicated to the strange and supernatural happenings at 129 Walsh, we are going to begin to explore the timeline before Tony Atkins bought the residence in 1978. This blogger still doesn’t wish to get too far into the life of the original owner, one Esme Delapaz, as that will be the topic of our next two installments. And we will only cursorily get into the rumors she was a witch, as many townspeople have claimed. She will be mentioned in this blog post only as far as she was involved in the lives of those it concerns.

It was also discovered, that there was a lady buried in the backyard, one who passed away 50-60 years prior. She also learned from her neighbors that the lady who had died in the house before they moved in, was a very good housekeeper. She was described as always keeping her house clean. Filban said it might have been her moving the furniture. She also added, since her mother did not keep the house very clean, it might have been the woman’s spirit coming by to clean house.

If this story had been told from a first person point of view, the reader my not have gotten this in depth of a description of the setting. Without the reader understanding that the house was boarded up and abandoned, to the point where it seems

“A ghostly woman wanders along canals and rivers, crying for her missing children, called La Llorona, ‘the Weeping Woman.’”

Countless works of literature have sentimentalized the house as a space of sanctuary; however, in time the house came to incorporate the mysterious also, as haunted houses allowed the supernatural to dwell alongside the living. Fictional narratives have long since utilized the house as a venue for character and situation to develop, dispersing opportunities for authors to bring symbolism and metaphor to their works. Julio Cortázar drew upon the house setting in his short stories “Bestiary” and “House Taken Over”, not just as a venue for his tales to play out, but as places that echoed the themes, character, and structure for the unusual could enter and abide. Cortázar’s treatment of the bizarre as a part of the natural family life of the house,

A nun from her school was judging Esperanza just by from where she lives. Esperanza got a strange feeling that when she said “You live there?”, that she thought that there was something wrong with her home.

On 05-31-2016 at 1527 hours I was dispatched to 515 north 6th Street apartment 1 in reference to assault.

It strikes in the modern world, in Texas, in Northern Mexico. It delves into the darkest recesses of humanity. De Alba presents women as an expendable commodity in Juarez. Prostitution is legal, and women are used up easily and then murdered; left to die in the wastes. De Alba compels the reader to look at themselves to see if they are taking advantage of anyone; not just women.

The Lieutenant Nun: Memoir of a Basque Transvestite in the New World, an autobiographical text, nearly four hundred years old, is a narrative on the constructs of male identity; of conquest and belligerence. Which becomes glaringly evident as Catalina focuses on action, travel, facts, names and enumeration. In the translator’s notes, craved by Catalina, these could not be obtained as a woman of Spain. If Catalina focuses most of her attention on such, she avoided writing about “observations and self-examination,” items Catalina may have associated with quiet and leisure activities of women. Emphasizing ‘action’ in her memoir, three “sequences” function as guides.

I finally finished Harlan Coben’s book, Six Years, and I cannot wait until I read more of his books. Remember when I read his other book, Live Wire, I was shocked with that one too. I am now for a look out for more of his books because Coben knows what I look for in books.

Hello my name is Anne, my father just found me this diary for me to wright in all the stuff that happens in my life. A lot of stuff is happening in Auschwitz Germany because of this Jew thing that is going around they made me turn in my bike and I had to be transported to this other school just for Jews. Father said that we are going into hiding i'm not really sure where bit he said some thing about his old place he used to work at.

The cold harsh winds of the winter whistled through the ranch. Nothing moved, the grounds lay bare the only sign of life was an illuminated window on the far side of the silent ranch. The light came from a small wooden shack; the shack appeared newer than the rest of the weather worn buildings, it also looked better cared for than the other buildings. Next to the shack was a small garden and in it were gravestones. Two were lined side by side, but another sat lonely in the corner of the garden. The lonely gravestone was simple it was made from wood unlike the other two that had been carefully crafted out of stone. Then a creak echoed around the garden and the shack, it was no louder than a whisper but in a place where nothing made a single

This treatment of Delano’s Narrative is as