George Hingman Narrative

“I told you sweetie, she is in a better place right now. She won’t be coming home.” She looks up at me with tears in her eyes. “That’s not fair! Why would he leave us?” “It wasn’t her fault baby girl,” I say tearing up. “I WANT TO SEE HER NOW!” Amelia starts screaming. “You can’t see her!” I shout back.

“Not bad,” replied Gabby, who had thrown her bag up on the counter and was trying to fish out a lighter, “just got off!” Both of her stockings had a run in them and flicks of discarded food stuck to the sides of her tennis shoes. Her dress was black and sparkling. Vernon could tell she worked at another diner the moment she got out of the cab. The waitress flipped over an empty cup and poured out what was leftover of the coffee. Gabby had lite her cigarette, inhaled a drag, took a sip, and exhaled out a thick cloud of smoke in one single breath. “Ended up pulling a double?” The swirls in the smoke seemed to actuate Gaby's words. “Don’t remind me!” replied the waitress, who had removed one of her flats and was rubbing her heel, “I’ve been on and off my feet since 9:30 this morning.” Gabby looked towards the front of the diner at the back of Vernon’s head and then back at the waitress. “Rough night?” “Nope,” replied the waitress, “he’s been coming in here late for the last month or so, keeps to himself.” They both could see that Vernon was moving his hands while he was talking to himself. “We still on for tonight,” asked Gabby. “Maybe,” said the waitress, “as long we can get a table.” The band aids on the back of her heels needed to be replaced with new ones. Gabby

“For two hours tonight, he sits in between his parents with his arms spread out and draped behind their backs. He holds the tops of each of their heads and they nod and blankly drone on about what a wonder and a gift

It is not until the end does he change his ways of looking at his new job at Wendy’s. On that same phone call with his father his internal dialogue easily fights back against his father’s disdain at his son’s job, “I want to tell him that it didn’t happen, that it wasn’t an accident, but I am stuck wondering how to make him understand” (33).

Phil’s constancy and lack of variation are embodied in rigid words such as “always,” “of course,” and “Type A.” Extreme diction such as “overweight,” “nervous,” and “workaholic” convey Phil as a worrywart with no fun at all in his life. These words mock Phil as a man sincerely obsessed with work that had lost track of his priorities. Goodman deepens her point when she introduces Phil’s family, using diction in relation to business to further emphasize the importance of work to Phil. To Phil’s wife Helen, “A company friend said ‘I know how much you will miss him.’ And she answered, ‘I already have.’” His eldest son tells the reader of how he went around the neighborhood gathering research on his father. His daughter recalls how whenever she was alone with him they had nothing to say to each other. When Phil’s youngest son reminisces on how he tried to mean enough to his father to keep him at home. Goodman informs the reader that the youngest child was Phil’s favorite. Goodman’s sentence structure of long, short, long, helps the shorter sentence stick out more to the reader. But she ends the paragraph with a sad ironic sentence, “My father and I only board here.” implying that he never really was successful.

George C. Henrring did a great job organazing this book first of all he made a chronological book this means starting with the earliest and following the next one in order that they occurred. Each chapter is representig a period of years the fisrt chapter is starting from 1776 the year our independence all the way to 1788 through this chapter we are only going to see three countries we know that U.S. is going to be one the other two would be Britain as you know the they were the number one power back then they had the best military and the were also a wealthy country and the other country was France the second world power lets start with the basic the thirteen colonies found difficult to unified with a foreign policy to work something out for example a treaties, but the Articles of Confederation limited the power of the national government for this reason no treaties. But first the 13 colonies were dificult

This passage occurs after Jeannette and Brian have no lunches for school because they ran out of food. Their dad notices and brings them food during the middle of the school day. During this passage of the book, their father seems quite sure of himself, using a line that he uses often when he feels pleased with what he has done for others. When their dad mentions this, Jeannette and Brian think of past situations where he has let them down. Brian’s low volume when answering his dad’s question reveals that even though he knows the answer to his dad’s question is different from what he would expect, he would not hurt his dad by actually saying the truthful answer to his face.

“I don’t like it when George asks you to meet with him alone at dark!” cried Mary. My friend George told me there was something big that he thought I would be interested in. My wife Mary doesn’t like George that much because he always seems to get me in trouble.

“Don't listen to him,” her mother says, taking her hand and leading her inside the small house, closing the door on him. “He'll come around, Awen, you'll see. Please, sit down. We have so much to get caught up on, and I just put dinner in the oven.”

“Let it go boy,” my father chuckled loudly. “You had stopped my wife’s heart as soon as you mentioned those silk pajamas and started it up again by saying poolside, swimwear and stocked bar. She has the look of having a dry martini in hand and looking through sunglasses wearing a wide brimmed hat like a glamorous movie star. I see the look of concern in your eyes. We won’t take long talking to our neighbors so we can get on the

Knowing she wouldn’t answer still he said, “Do you remember me telling you a local contractor built several tract homes east of our house, near Sandy Gap? Well, there are only a few families left the others sold their homes. Something about the screams and lights on Putney Mountain but the people in town didn’t believe them, said it was buyer’s remorse. I never bothered getting acquainted with any of them and I don’t know. Now I’m alone except for Claude, and he’s getting old, I might not have him too much longer. Guess I can’t blame anyone for my shortage of friends.”

Jane is seventeen years old and senior in high school she loves her dad and always loved her weekends with him. She was really grateful to him for being around, she hears a lot about different situations from other kids not having the same luck. Jane already has her license but no car yet Paul has fixed up a nice 2008 Jeep for her. He doesn’t want to give it to her until she learns from him a little bit first. They are driving and conversing like usual, lots of laughs and jokes the topic of their

This book was written in 1969. There are many references to George Maledon regarding his work and the role he played when working for Judge Parker. Glenn Shirley’s writing career was based on recounting the Wild West and accurately portraying the information to help write history. Much of the information has been accurate in comparison to other literate written of Maledon. The author recounts and cites work from sources including many legal documents, which adds to the credibility of the work. The author states “that Maledon first achieve national notoriety in 1882 due to his role as executioner” (Shirley, Parker, 1969). The Author claims that Maledon was not only responsible for the execution but also took on additional duties supervising

His father began speaking much more often after that. Every night, after he got home from work, he’d find his son on the sofa, expression peeved from an hour hunched over his maths. It started off the same. He needed to take up the mantle, take up a job, stop his whining and get rid of those stupid dolls. (“Action figures, Da, they’re action figures!”) Get those boyfriends of yours out of my house! On and on and on… Time to be a man, be a Merridew.

“Aw thanks dad, I really appreciate it, but in order to go to school I have to be clothed...” Riley awkwardly, but politely cajoled. Her dad exited her colorful room without unwillingness, so she wouldn’t start the morning off with an attitude like her identical twin brother, like Casey did when their dad wished him a happy birthday in his filthy room “to interrupt his sleep” as Casey would call it when he shouted at his dad. Like every morning, Riley gazed into the round mirror