Henri's Cabin: A Fictional Narrative

Jeannette shows that wealth is subjective. Even when she's an adult and has nice things and money, but she is still not happy. She is not happy because she is worried about her parents and she feels guilty living in a nice apartment and having all these nice things when her parents are homeless. Jeannette tries to quench her guilt by offering them help to get a house and food but her parents don't want the help. After Rex received clothes for a gift he says "you must be mighty ashamed of your old man. You think I'm some sort of goddamn charity case" (Walls 263). Jeannette sees her parents struggling to survive homeless but her dad says "Don't you fret a bit have you ever known your old man to get himself in a situation he couldn't handle" (Walls 260)?

Question 2: Why would Jeannette’s mom let her cook on the stove when she was only three years old?

Clambering to my feet, I pulled a bloody sliver from my palm. It left a nasty-looking hole ripe for infection, so I crossed the few short steps to the sink to wash it out. The ubiquitous orange speckled shag rug did not extend into this area. Instead, the floor was covered in a linoleum of fake bricks, one of the few ‘improvements’ that actually pleased my eye. My gaze drifted to the frying pan still smoking on the stove, and I felt a flash of anger again. Margery could’ve burned the place down with her reckless behavior.

The Walls had to deal with severe poverty and constantly had to worry about where their next meal was coming from. On one occasion, they ran out of money and had no food to eat for lunch, and Jeannette said “When Dad dropped Brian and me off at school, he noticed that we weren't carrying lunch bags. ‘Where are your lunches?’ Dad asked us. We looked at each other and shrugged.

Jeannette was lit on fire. Her body was burned and she had to go to the hospital. She was making hotdogs in the kitchen as a three year old. Her mother was in the other room singing and painting. Jeannette bent over to give her dog a taste of the hot dog and her dress caught fire. She screamed and her mother ran in to help. Rose Mary tarnished the flames but Jeannette received hospital worthy injuries. They put her on a bed of ice while assessing her burns. “One of them squeezed my hand and told me I was going to be okay. “I know,” I said, “but if I’m not, that’s okay too.” The nurse squeezed my hand again and bit her lower lip.” (pg. 10) Even with the chaos of being rushed to the hospital Jeannette still remained calm.

Jeannette was always dirty from her adventurous because she lived in the desert for some time and would chase around the wild animals and insects. Jeannette was always traveling with her family and had no control of her life. Her parents were selfish, law breaking people who couldn't keep a job. Jeannette was young and didn't understand why her parents

Dad also thought I should face down my enemy, and he showed me how to pass my finger through a candle flame.” (15) Even after Jeannette severely burned herself with fire, it didn't stop her from being around it. In fact, she became ‘fascinated’ with it. Both, attacking with full force and not being scared of fire, shaped her a woman because it taught her not to be afraid of anything and to face her fears, even in the worst

Then, in chapter twenty-two, at a trading fair, people who had a grudge on Simon, Jeanne’s husband, start to try to attack him with a knife. After this incident, their house is then surrounded by “Indians” and start to attack the Jeanne’s family. A fight with the Iroquois then makes Simon’s arm is wounded by an arrow and he goes delirious. Months later, some more “Indians” go and attack their house and their dog and another friend of theirs dies. Jeanne has to hide in their cellar for three days while their house is burning down until she comes out. This shows just how living in New France puts the Filles du Roi in critical danger, and therefore treating them badly. Secondly, the Filles du Roi are not treated well because they live in horrible living conditions. On the boat ride to New France, the Filles du Roi are only given rancid water and dried biscuits as food for 44 days. These are not the healthy and pleasant living conditions those women deserve.

In stage one (1) when Claudette first arived at St. Lucys, she had yet to figure out how to adapt to human-society. She scrambled throughout the rooms, “over turning dresser drawers, pawning through the neat piles of the stage three (3) girls’ starched underwear…” (Russell, 237). Claudette hadn’t begun to walk on all fours until the middle of stage two (2). However Claudette began to comprehend the idea of human food, “the deacon handed out stale cupcakes…”.

The reader is first introduced to Miss Brill while she is at the “Jardins Publiques” for her Sunday routine. While at the park, she reminisces about her fur, “[taking] it out of its box that afternoon…and [rubbing] the life back into the dim little eyes.” One might initially perceive Miss Brill as a quirky, yet cheery, woman. However, by having Miss Brill address the fur as “Dear little thing” and emphasizing her recurring need to “touch” and “stroke” it, Mansfield reveals a deeper, more genuine layer to Miss Brill’s character. By observing Miss Brill’s character indirectly, the reader notices the more obscure details, such as the absence of an intimate relation in Miss Brill’s life, and concludes that she is incredibly lonesome. Her solitude provokes a constant need to make her life more

She speaks of a time when she simply feels like making quiches many times in one week and so her husband simply suggests something that would have been better then quiche and so an inner battle begins to take place in her mind. For her cooking is what she takes the most pride in and so what her first instinct is is to punish her husband by giving him the silent treatment. However she remembers what they had

She awoke with great discomfort; the huger pains impaired her, and fogged her mental clarity, but she persevered, and crawled out of the neatly kept bed. It was early in the morning and no one was awake, there was no food on the table, and no servants guarding the doors, so Proserpina made her way to the front of the palace. Each step she took was carefully calculated, for the floors creaked. She arrived at the black wooden doors, still impaired from hunger, and the motionless fog that clouded her mind remained, she clasped the handle of the wooden doors, feeling the carved intricacies, and pulled only slightly. Just then, a hand reached from the dim, and somber atmosphere. The darkened room shadowed everything except the pair of hands that gripped the refulgent, pearl shaped seeds. The sweet smell of the berries was enticing, and her mouth began to water. Emaciated, and weak; Proserpina took the berries and ate. Of all the horrid possibilities she had thought of, this was among the worst. She was taken advantage of in her moment of

Ill returns to work after the Claire Zachanassian proposition and is met by several citizens of Guellen who are suddenly spending money quite frivolously. Several customers enter the store and buy the more expensive alternatives to their usual brandy and tobacco, and two women enter in brand new yellow shoes. Alll claim that they have bought these luxurious items “on account.” Upon realizing that the town is spending money they don’t have in anticipation of the Zachanassian reward for Ill’s murder, Ill becomes terrified. He begins to throw his wares at his customers and screams, “How are you going to pay?

I could almost hear the bullets piercing the cement walls of the old French barn in Normandy, France. This old white barn placed a spark of awe and respect within my heart for the multitudes of men passed by this wondrous building and for the many who were killed by the bullets fired there. This small flame of passion would grow into an inferno as my family and I visited various places where many men risked and even gave their lives for their family’s freedom. Because my Father served his nation in the United States Air Force, we had the opportunity to visit various places like Normandy, Verdun, Valley Forge, and Yorktown where many courageous American Soldiers fought important battles. Visiting these places granted me the opportunity to see where these men sacrificed so much to gain freedom. Realizing the amount of blood that was shed in these places and the many lives lost, placed a greater sense of connection, compassion, and gratitude for the men who have and currently fight for freedom, in whatever branch of the military they serve. Visiting historical battle grounds and ruins is necessary for any American citizen to do, if only to appreciate the sacrifices men have made for the freedom they now possess. Touring Normandy, Verdun, Valley Forge, and Yorktown for example will allow their

Eva answers the door and invites me in. I follow her to the kitchen where we sit at the kitchen table. She insists on pouring me a cup of her favorite tea. The steam from the kettle is screaming, “I’m ready!” Eva is able to navigate her cozy kitchen by supporting her balance chair to counter to stove, stove to chair to tea cup. The tremor that was apparent as she scooped the loose tea into the pot, gives way to the steadiness needed to poor the boiling water. She returns the kettle to the stove and tells me we are three minutes away from the perfect cup of Earl Gray.