Madam Hailey's Memoir

People sometimes have tough ordeals. Some may act negatively toward the problem, but the people that act positively toward the problem are able to see hope in places where they wouldn’t expect it to be in. People have been through cruelty, yet they continue to stay positive. People still have the positivity to cling onto their last hope, or even continue to think positively when there is no hope at all. People like Anne Frank, in Anne Frank: The Diary of a Young Girl, continue to stay positive throughout the horrible ordeals that have happened. Some of the Japanese in Dear Miss Breed: True Stories of the Japanese American Incarceration During World War II and a Librarian Who Made a Difference have continued to stay hopeful while in internment

Just as they were making their way toward the shack out comes the witch. They carefully make their way up to her and not taking their eyes off of her. Not only was she a witch but a beautiful one, like no one they had ever seen. She

Alamina then, looked at the leaves and turned towards Ava. “This tea cup reveals very bad fortune. More bad than good…horrendous things!” The girl’s expression mimicked an expression of foreboding. “Oh, goodness! I see a prostitute…oh…no! And she’s selling her noonie. Oh, my! And no one wants to pay for that stinky thing.”

That violent, crazy act was the last act of childhood. For as I gazed at the immobile face with the sad, weary eyes, I gazed upon a kind of reality which is hidden to childhood, The witch was no longer a witch but only a broken old woman who had dared to create beauty in the midst of ugliness and sterility. She had been born in squalor and lived in it all her life.”

She runs home as fast as she cans, leaving a watery black trail behind her. As she runs up onto her doorstep, a strange looking figure walks slowly behind her. She slams open the door with giant grayish black stain on the living room rug. “O my gosh, honey what happened to you!” Yollies mother gasped. “My dress is ruined; ruined I tell you, it started to rain my hair got soaked and just if that wasn’t good enough, the dye on my dress washed away!” She cried. As her mom hears a knock on the door she opens it, and she asked,”hi young man, may I help you? Yollie turned around and saw it, he was Ernie a Castillo! With his black suit soaked his hair damp and the purple flower in his suit pocket, light purple flower petals flowing away with every drop of the rain. “Ernie what are you doing here!”she gasped. He had came back for her out of the love in his heart. He wanted Yollie to feel better after all her clothes got ruined.

In the story “Thornhill" there was a girl named Mary. She lived at the Thornhill Institute For Children. When all of her friends had gotten adopted, she had been too. When she got to her new home with her new family, she had went in the yard to go explore. As she looked at all of the space and freedom she had, she felt amazing. Mary stepped onto a box and seen that a couple blocks away, there was this old and creepy looking house. She thought maybe a witch lived there. Mary ignored it and kept on looking around. A couple of days later she and her family helped her finish unpacking and

Many of the old people in the village had claimed they had been marked by the witch when they were little while sleeping in their very own homes including Bryan’s Grandma Mrs. Ojeda. The family was enjoying their first chilly night under the stars that were clearly visible unlike how they were back home. It was a perfect time for Bryan and his nephew to ask their grandmother to tell them the story of the witch on the corner of Babylan St. that was just 4 houses away. Bryan finally broke the silence of the night by telling his grandma, “ Grandma can you tell us the story of the witch on the corner of the street?” Bryans Grandma had agreed but told us not to tell their parents she had told them the story. She said,” The rumors began when a family had moved into the house a week before Christmas. Time had passed and the day was Christmas Eve and as traditions went, they would blow fireworks starting at midnight and burn the dummies they had made of hay and fireworks with old clothes they saved all year. The family did not want to do fireworks that night so they stayed inside the house for

Spreading blood all over there walls and doors, one women threw a chicken’s head to represent the aunt. When the villagers were in the house the destroyed everything in it; the kitchen was filled with shatter glasses from the bowls and throwing the pots. The women next door entered their house with a broom swiping the negative dust above Kingston’s families head giving those negative spirts and every one of the villagers looking down upon Kingston’s family. When leaving their house, the villagers made sure that they took sugar and oranges and rubbed it upon the selves; it made sure they weren’t cursed from the disgrace the family had. Some stole the rest of the bowls and clothes that were not broken or torn. It was time for the baby to arrive and the no name women gave birth to her new born baby in a pit. Kingston’s remembers the next morning going to the family well noticing that it was plugged and noticed that the aunt had killed herself and her newborn baby in the family well. Making sure that Maxine Kingston doesn’t say a word to her father, her mother repeats again to her to not say a word to her father or to

In the life of an entrepreneur one should expect, risk, decisions, success, and even failure, but that didn’t stop the likes of Madam C.J. Walker, a woman who reared even the greatest of entrepreneurial risk while fighting for something bigger than herself. In the biography entitled, On Her Own Ground: The Life and Times of Madam C.J. Walker, by A’Leila Bundles, and published by Scribner, Walker’s own great-great granddaughter tells the tale of a lifetime of a woman who started her business own her own ground in her own way. The main idea of this book is to profess Madam C.J. Walker’s own personal story in a very sentimental perspective. No detail is left unwritten about her prolific journey from a slave to a self-made millionaire. I am

It was a fun Friday afternoon, the bright sun shone like a reigning Queen, with wild flowers blooming enticingly. Salem and his son, Sheepal, travelled down on a snake-like, isolated road in Estevan, Saskatchewan for a youth camp. However, few hours later, heavy clouds descended down, and the hour of darkness arrived. A western wind blew, and the bells tolling, with the danger coming. A tornado was just around the corner. Salem’s car were crashed and broken into million pieces. Sheepal tried his best to hold his dad’s hand, crying so hard a billion tears, but he let go. Salem worried that he lost his son. His bones twisted, almost dying that he could only move like a zombie. After three hours, the rescue team came in, and Salem was taken to

My name is Hailey Lynn Jones. My favorite sports are volleyball, softball and dance. I’ve been playing volleyball for one year now and i love it! Its probably my favorite sport. Ive been playing softball since fourth grade and its really fun to play. I usually play first or second base. Dance i've been doing dance since I was five years old and I used to do ballet and jazz, but now I do hip hop.

He searched the house, checking around every corner, behind every door, even going so far as to boldly going through the dark, dank, cramped, moist basement that used to scare him from his childhood, though not anymore; nothing. The lovely, young woman he called “Mom,” with blonde hair cut into a short bob, eyes as beautiful and clear as the azure sky in the summer, not exactly thin, but also not overweight, so tall that she towered over him like a

Her mother was tied across a bloody table, whimpering and begging. The table was covered in deep crevices created by the swinging of an axe. Her father kept repeating, “ You knew the consequences” to Eva. Allie searched for a way to escape the ropes she was held down by, but she soon came to realize that there was no way out. On the walls of the basements, there were countless knives, scythes, and machetes, all dark red in color. Eva muttered something that infuriated the man that Allie once called her father. Tears streamed down Allie’s face as her mother squirmed on the table in the center of the room. He grabbed the axe and faced Allie, the man yelled, “This is for you!” He raised the axe above his head and swung.

“I’ll always remember the good deeds Mrs. Jones did to help get back up on my feet. I used the ten dollars she gave me to buy my blue suede shoes shoes, to slowly become a doctor. I have a good life now, all of it because of what Mrs. Jones did for me when I was a little boy.”

After reading the diary entries of Mrs. Chestnut, I have been able to gain a little bit of insight into her life. Overall, the Chestnuts appear to be a fairly affluent family. Although it is not made clear whether Mrs. Chestnut herself comes from a family of wealth, I believe that she has been able to rise in her social standing after marrying Mr. Chestnut. To begin, Mrs. Chestnut appears to hold a number of dinner parties with family friends. As she names the people she comes in contact with, some of their occupations are mentioned. The people she associates herself with seem to be of the same class. In her diary entry on April 13th, Mrs. Chestnut is having tea with a friend, and talks about the presence of her “negro servants.” The fact that