How The Sun Is Better Than Anyone Else?

As stories are exchanged, a man named Douglas describes a story so horrible and terrifying, that he restrains from telling it. After much fuss from the crowd, Douglas agrees to tell the story, but it must first arrive by the post. Douglas explains that the details of the story came from Douglas’s sister’s governess, who he was in love with. After giving brief details of the governess, everyone agrees to return to the house on Thursday to listen to the story. On Thursday, everyone becomes impatient, anticipating the tale to come, until finally, the story arrives. As Douglas introduces the story, he tells of a young woman, who in search of work, seeks out an advertisement for the position of governess, taking care of two children, Miles and Flora, under the care of their uncle. The woman accepted the position of governess, due to seduction from the handsome uncle, but was never allowed to see him again. As the crowd takes in the details of the prologue, Douglas begins the story, in the perspective of the governess. The governess was traveling down a road in a buggy, thinking about her decision, when she arrives at the house. To her surprise, the house was wondrous, thinking to herself, “I remember as a most pleasant impression the broad,... bright flowers and the crunch of my wheels on the gravel and the

Charity wished her grandfather had talked more about his family; however, he wasn’t much of a talker about family and such. She wondered what and who he’d left behind when he came to America- Now, that her grandfather was dead, she would never

The carriage clattered over the rough road, and there were moments when Abigail felt the conveyance tilt upon its wheels, sending her toward the side with her mother's scant weight pressing upon her in grim reminder of how little the frail, ill woman could withstand the rigors of such a journey. Her fingers in Abigail's hand were cold, hardly more than winter twigs. She could feel the fear inside with them, an invisible fog that sapped heat and set her teeth to chattering, despite the warmth of the air.

Charity was still piqued that Charles had blatantly disobeyed and followed her out of camp- next time, she would pay better attention when she left camp- However, she was thankful that he was there to help her, else, she would have had a heck of a time, trying to tote the deer back to camp,

Faced with the stark realization that her life is changing and she has no control of that change, many thoughts run through young Charity’s mind- she even contemplates running away, but doesn’t want to leave her grandfather alone.

“I remember diagonals of sunlight in the late afternoon, drawn across its flat expanse, transversed by my grandfather’s hand as he swept it through whatever story he was telling, to highlight the words with motion, to motion us closer to the words.” I visualize he grandfather, a wrinkled, elderly man with tanned skin, telling stories to his grandchildren. I reminisce on my grandfather; long gone for some time now, whom was kind and encouraged my spunk.

The smell of fresh herbs filled the air around her as the sun shone down on her back, a sense of tranquility fell upon her in the lush, backyard garden. A soft tune could be heard from inside the house where the radio played. Tante Lou hummed along to the music while she snipped off sprigs of parsley to use in the meal she is preparing for her nephew, Grant, and his guest. Today was a special day. It’s the first time Tante Lou is meeting her nephew’s girlfriend, Vivian, and she wants to make a wonderful dinner for them all to enjoy while getting to know each other.

The next morning, when Charity woke, the wonderful aroma of brewing coffee filled her nostrils. It reminded her of when she was a little girl and woke at her grandparent’s cabin. After dressing and going into the front room, she stopped short, seeing Jeremiah sitting at the table with his gray hair and beard she momentarily thought he was her grandfather, before realizing that it was Jeremiah. For some reason, Charity had forgotten they had company. She quickly twisted her hair into a bun and pinned it, making herself presentable.

That evening Kollins returned home, like everyone else at six. She ran up to her room, and wrote down how perfect everything seemed today. After, she scurried down the stairs, to find a fresh batch of cookies lying on the windowsill to cool. She bounced a cookie around in her hand until she was able to handle the heat. She grabbed a glass of milk and plopped down on the chair, diagonal to where her mother sat. A sheer look of sadness covered her mother’s face. “Kollins, I need to tell you something very important.”

Conversely, the speaker of “The Hunger Past” tells the tale of how her father influenced her to appreciate the simplicity of properly cooked food, contrasting the depth and profound influence demonstrated in “Two Fish, One Morning”. Ignorant to the beauty of properly cooked meat, the speaker initially dismisses her father’s comment on her inability to properly cook, claiming that her overcooked meat was how she liked it. However, after observing her father’s “vigor and passion” during each meal and tasting a properly cooked yakiniku, the speaker finally comes to understand why her father and grandfather insist on certain cooking methods. Appreciating “the full-bodied taste of the beef [that] coated [her] mouth”, the speaker comes to the realization

Although Charity and Sylvia had family members who did not approve of their relationship, most of their family members were accepting and supportive, especially Charity’s family. Even though Addie was an orphan, Addie became extremely close to members of Rebecca’s family as the two women spent time together. According to Hansen, “Rebecca’s kin embraced Addie in all of her ‘singularity’ and sensuality. Deeply involved in kin dynamics, Addie helped mediate Rebecca’s relations with her family” (166). Although Addie was accepted, Rebecca’s family often attempted to find male suitors for both of the women (168).

Every Sunday for as long as I can remember was always Sunday dinner at 1 o’clock at grandma’s house. Grandma Opal could out cook anyone, she had the best meals and desserts of anyone I knew. You could always smell something cooking from grandma’s kitchen as soon as you stepped outside your car. Yet, no matter how quick you were to sneak a cookie grandma would always be the first taste tester. Everything she cooked she tried to tell us kids that it was “blinky” and we shouldn’t eat it, but that was only her way of trying to trick us. Until Grandma Opal passed away at the age of 94 she was still cooking something delicious. During the summers I spent in Maysville I got to cook

After making sure she had everything she wanted to take, she hugged Tokola tightly and then took long look around the outside of her home. She wanted to remember every crack and crevice; she figured she would probably never see it again. She then walked over and climbed up onto the wagon. She sat up straight and never looked back as she and Henry drove away. Charity knew that if she ever looked back, she might never leave…

her journey here she always presumed. The earth beneath her scorched her bare feet. The

The clackety clack sound of horse hooves and a jingling harness drew Allie’s attention to the street below; she watches as Eli alights from the Harris family carriage and tells the driver, George, to pick him up in two hours. Always courteous and a proper Southern gentleman, Eli never stayed longer than two hours, which was the appropriate amount of time allowed for visiting with friends and family, otherwise, he said, you might wear out your welcome.