Moving Into The House At One-Saint-Léger Street-Personal Narrative

One morning, i was in 6th grade, my sister and I wake up, and we are home alone. We heard large noises on the porch. We went to go peek through the curtain, and there was a man lying on our porch. I called the neighbors, and we both hopped the fence and they let us in. The cops had then been called, while the stranger was still on our porch. The cops arrive and get the stranger and his information. The following day, we found out the man was on probation. The significance of this day, was the neighbors, that we are good friends with, helped us out in the moment of panic, and my sister and I not knowing what to do. Transformation that created fear of this day, was when we were home alone getting ready for school around 10:30, and then having a stranger at my doorstep. Also, not knowing what to do at that one moment of panic at time.

I didn't always live in California. Before California I lived in Denver, Colorado. Before Denver I lived in Aurora, Colorado. When we moved to california we had a family of five. We moved to California, when I was six, Then we lived at my grandma’s house in Riverside for a year. We found a place on Ferree Street and that became our home.

Allie immediately thought of the old seamstress, she and her mother had gone to, to get her last gowns made, but she was in Savannah. “Do you know of a seamstress that won’t be swamped with orders- it is so close to time, I’m sure no one will be available this late,” said Allie, beginning to feel some of Eli’s excitement.

“Wait,” I turned around and he lowered his voice. “Be careful. I love you.” That was the last time I ever talked to him.

About an hour upriver, they nearly ran aground a sandbar that jutted way out in a bend of the river. After another hour and a half, trying to sail upriver, Thomas realized they would not be able to do so… When he came through there previously, they had sailed out of Charleston Harbor, through Elliott’s Cut and then downriver to the Atlantic Ocean without a bit of trouble. This time, he was going in reverse. He told the crew

When Annie reaches the top of the stairs, she pauses. She listens to the slow, measured approach of the man—she can call him a man, can’t she? He’s no longer the boy she used to know—behind her and waits. “I’ll be behind you. You’ll be fine.”

Thomas’ ship made it to the Atlantic about an hour after daybreak- it was a lot quicker going downriver than up. He was relieved not to see any other ships a sail as he pointed the eagle figurehead toward the north and Charleston Harbor. He just hoped his luck continued and he made it in easily. The closer they came to harbor the harder it was to keep thoughts of Allie at bay. Staring ahead, he tried to keep a watchful eye on the horizon- he estimated that they should make it to Charleston about suppertime.

"I missed you too. I’ve been counting down the days until I can see you."

Thomas was well traveled; she had never traveled beyond Savannah and Charleston; moreover, as far as she knew, although he was well educated and older than she was, neither had Eli. Allie pouted for a moment, and then her spark returned. All would be well once they were settled in Salisbury. Maybe she could accompany Thomas on some of his trips if the war was not as bad as most seemed to think it was going to be. After breakfast, Thomas left her briefly and then returned. At ten a.m., a carriage arrived to pick them up to take them to her

When they reached the top of the stairs, there were three doors- one to each side and one at the end of the short hallway. Opening the door on the right, they entered a dimly lit bedroom. The scent of well-oiled leather and pipe tobacco greeted them. A tall, ornately carved mahogany bed centered two windows- a large, plush, dark green and burgundy floral rug covered the floor. A night table graced each side of the bed; a dresser sat against the wall opposite the bed. In one corner, a royal blue waistcoat draped a chair back. A pair of leather riding boots sat beside it. Thomas walked over to the window to look out- it faced a marsh to the north and if you looked far right, you could see a little of the coastline

The agency I chose to interview was MyHouse at 300 North Willow in Wasilla, Alaska. Their mission is to provide safe shelter for homeless youth with a goal of connecting kids to a network of caring individuals and agencies able to assist them in becoming self-sufficient. They have a board of directors that meet regularly to discuss issues and where to go next with the agency.

When my dad and stepmom began talking about moving, I didn’t think much of it. They had moved a lot, so I admit I wasn’t really worried about it. Where they were living then, was my favorite out of all the places they had lived because it was right down the road from my mom’s house. It was easy for my sister, Kelcey, and I to go visit our dad, stepmom, and little sister, Kyra. We could literally just walk, before I had a car, over there almost whenever we wanted. But, that changed when they started talking about moving again.

Slender, yet tenderly framed against a backdrop of greenish tinged bald cypress trees, the yellow paint color gave it an appearance of being a peaceful, serene home- it was tall and elegant. Its intricate ironwork along the balcony and lower porches, reminded Thomas of houses he’d seen in New Orleans. He was thinking of renting it as a temporary residence for him and Allie to live in while they were in Charleston. He was still hesitant about taking her with him on his frequent outings where here-lately he had to slip out through Elliot’s Cut, to the Stona River and then out to the Atlantic from there to keep from being caught by Yankee patrols. For the past three days, they had stayed aboard the Spitfire, making love whenever they wanted; however,

Thomas was anxious to return to Charleston and to Allie- however, he figured that even if the northern forces captured the city, Allie should be safe until his return; they would not harm the citizens. He also knew that Eli was with her- Eli would see to her

Sally Hemings got out of her bed, with lethargy due to the recent move to Hôtel de Langeac, in Paris. The rays of the sun shined bright on Sally’s face. She had accompanied Thomas Jefferson’s younger eight year old daughter, Maria, to Paris to stay with her father. Her mother, Martha Wayles, had recently passed away and it was Sally who was responsible to take care of her. Sally’s brother, James Hemings, too was in Paris. Thomas Jefferson had taken James Hemings with him as he wanted James to be trained as chef.