Mary and the Girls

Once upon a time in a small town, three sad sisters, who had lost their father. Their names were Joanna, Susan and Mary Jane, the Wilks girls. Joanna was known by her harelips, Susan was pretty, but not prettier than the oldest sister Mary Jane with all that red hair.

She made her into the village and through the square to set up her market stall of curiosities, her display is a large array of fruit or flowers in the forest, sometimes she would find owl pellets and would sometimes dissect them to see what the owls have been eating. Often, she would display books that she has written one book was titled ‘The Modern Medicines’. One of the villagers picked it up and attempted to read it and her face was puzzled, she remembered them looking at her and saying to her ‘What’s all these here squiggles on this pa’er Mary?’ She placed it down and walked to the vegetable stall.

In the novel The Things They Carried by Tim O’Brien in the chapter “Sweetheart of Song Tra Bong” the Vietnam war changes Mary Anne from an innocent young lady into a beast. While people at at war, many changes occur to ruin a completely innocent person's state of mind, and change them into deranged human beings, because of the rough environment and crazy things that occur while people are on the battlefield. When Mary Anne first arrived in Vietnam she seemed as she was completely innocent charming lady. Mary Anne had a conventional personality, and was even described as a lady with “long white legs and blue eyes and a complexion like strawberry ice cream. Very friendly too”.

Itemized In Tim O'Brien's book, The Things They Carried, the gruesome Vietnam War involving loss of companions, witnessing countless deaths and engagement in repulsive incidents prove dehumanizing and withdraws purity from once innocent soldiers. Norman Bowker committed suicide 3 years after the chapter “Speaking of Courage” was written, and this proved difficult for O’Brien. Bowker could not live with his agonizing memories after the war, and the inhuman scenes he witnessed. Mary Anne, a woman who joins her lover in the Vietnam War, begins as an innocent young girl.

In Atwood's "Half Hanged Mary" and Miller's "The Crucible", the authors describe two different, yet similar instances of the Salem Witch Trials. The Salem Witch Trials, everyone has heard of them. They happened in Massachusetts between 1692 and 1693. More than 200 people were accused of practicing witchcraft and 20 were executed. Eventually, the colony admitted the trials were just a mistake. While both Atwood and Miller both seek to reveal the injustices incurred by the victims of the Salem witch trials, Miller focuses on the effects of hysteria and religious zealotry on society, while Atwood aims to commemorate the excruciating experience of a single victim.

After Robert proposes a swim, everyone is ready to follow him, but he lingers at the rear of the crowd with the two lovers. The Pontelliers and Ratignolles walk ahead, and Mrs. Pontellier wonders why Robert sometimes chooses not to spend every waking minute with her. She misses him whenever he's not there. The walk to the beach provides a lot of sensory stimulation: people are singing; the sea, earth, and flowers each gives off a pungent smell; and the seascape appears calm and mystical. Mrs. Pontellier, who has been trying to learn how to swim the entire summer, suddenly and miraculously begins to swim through the ocean, much to the surprise of her companions. Feeling strong and exuberant, she swims out alone and suddenly panics. When she

What was going through his head, obviously, was not what she expected. He started to walk out the door without her help and before she knew it, he was gone out of sight. She sat down thinking he was going to come back, but as time went on, she started to feel anxious and scared and called the police after going out looking for him. The police brought him back, not knowing that in the back of the police car, he had passed away.

Mary left work and thought about what Andrea said. What if she did live with someone else? Would they stop her from going out at night? These thoughts followed her to the bus stop and until she got on the bus. Mary noticed that the same man eavesdropping on her conversation earlier was still there, he stared at her while she sat

Before reading this book, I did not really know much about it. I decided I wanted to do a biography, so I researched the top biographies. I read that this book is very heart touching, shocking, and raw. I want to learn what this girl has been going through and if we have any of the same problems. I chose this book because it has many positive reviews and by just reading the summary it sucked me in.

Mary Margaret is an educator, manager and lawyer. Thus, her professional training and experience have enabled her to provide guidance to clients, students, and colleagues toward the completion of their personal, financial, and professional goals.

During this scene, you hear the disappointment and the curiosity in the children’s voices. They haven’t seen their father, MacGregor, in a while and seem a bit distraught. They even ask their mother if their father is coming to their new home with them. Mary is all over the place with her emotions, but is trying to keep it together for her children. In my opinion, I feel bad for the children. They don’t know that their father has been caught and sentenced to death, they don’t understand why their village was burnt down and their mother isn’t fully there, due to her own pain she has gone through recently. Nonetheless, the children still seem content that they have a roof over their heads again and are waiting for their fathers return.

It is 1976, an 8-year-old Mary Daisy Dinkle (Bethany Whitmore) is a lonely little girl living in Mount Waverley, Melbourne, Australia. Her relatively poor family cannot afford to buy her toys or nice clothing, and she is teased by children at her school due to an unfortunate birthmark on her forehead. Her father is distant and her alcoholic, kleptomaniac mother provides no support. The closest thing she has to a friend is the man for whom Mary collects mail, Len Hislop, a World War II veteran who lost his legs as a prisoner of war and has developed agoraphobia.

It was a gorgeous summer day. the sun was shining, the birds were singing, and the world was at peace on the seemingly carefree sunday afternoon. church had just ended and the children ran fast and free ready to play. They ran two and twelve towards the town’s lake to go swimming, in order to ward off the heat of the noon sun. They stampeded through town bumping over numerous people and even one another to reach the cool blue waves. The menacing multitude took a sharp turn from the street to an old dusty road. The trees shook in the evening breeze and swayed slightly further when the children hurried by. Dust faintly clouded out the light that poured over the path. Finally they reached the dock and began to take off and swap clothes. The boys took off their shirts and pants and swam in their underwear, while the girls chose to go behind some nearby bushes.and exchange out their attire. When everyone was in they started to splash one another while laughing and shouting. A few of them dived under the water to search for fish and other sea life. When they came back, up two of them had seaweed, one held a starfish, and two others had a crab holding it by both sides. It was getting a little later in the day, but the kids were not quite yet ready to leave their fun to rest. They decided to play hide and seek even though the sun was beginning to make its descent behind the green curtains that were the distant hills. One child counted while everyone hid and waited. As he counted out

I take a deep breath, my nostrils are filled with the pleasant aroma of the salty sea air. This is my happy place, this is where I belong. As I sit with my freshly painted pink toes in the sand, I am overwhelmed with all that is happening around me. To my right, there is a family of four; a mother, father, and two little red headed girls that look like twins, laughing and jumping around, taking in the big world around them. The children are in their bright red and purple flowered bathing suits, running and screaming, attempting to get their toes wet in the chilly water that churns back and forth on the shore. After a few attempts they decide to run and jump full force into the crystal clear abyss, unaware of what creatures they could find if they dive deep enough.

The warm breeze of the ocean air flies past my face. The heat of the yellow sun was sizzling, beating down against my skin, tanning and burning it within seconds. Beach goers were crowded around in all directions. Seagulls gliding past the groups of people, scouting for dropped or forgotten food to eat. Their little footprints marking a trail in the sand all over the place, going in a million different directions, searching for their next meal. I take in the exquisiteness of it all, the blue-green waves crashing into the sandy shore, making white foam and bubbles wash into the sea, little boys and girls that are digging in the bright white sand running away from the small waves before they get wet. The beach is a stunning place to be; there's just something about the ocean waves and the sand between my toes that makes me just want to stay there forever.