My grandma has a farm in rural Alberta. The cerulean sky stretches for miles. The sunny canola fields blanket rolling hills and part around trees. At night, the infinite stars smile down on the darkened countryside. It’s where my mom was born and raised with her three brothers. It’s where I feel at home. I was too young to remember our first trip to Alberta, to “the Farm” out West. There is a picture from that trip that I remember though, and it’s one of my favourites. In the picture I’m standing next to my cousin Brock. We are looking past the dirty window pane of the peeling yellow playhouse that was in my Grandma’s front yard. Brock has his hand on my back like we are an old married couple who have supported each other through thick and thin. When I was three, I went Out West again. My grandma made a scrapbook with me from that trip. In it, it says “Brock and I are best friends. He’s my cousin.” And it’s true, all of my cousins out West have always been my best friends. Some of my most treasured memories were made in their company. We were always marathoning Disney movies, having arm wrestling competitions, playing Payday and The Game of LIFE, and singing “You Belong With Me” at the top of our lungs. It was a tradition to rewrite the same play every other year, when we were all at the Farm together. It was a very simple good versus evil plot, but we would have so much fun with it. Whenever we were all reunited against the backdrop of the farm, it was like the gods of
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Knowing Our Place is and excerpt from Barbara Kingsolver’s SMALL WONDER. The excerpt is basically all about the places where her life stories and where important times in her life take place. They all end up having to take place in the wilderness in a small town, in a small house in the middle of nowhere; where she had actually grown up. She talks about how her log cabin at the end of Walker Mountain is near tobacco plants and also how it has old historic nature to it. She talks about how she loves the rain and how it sounds in her little log cabin house that was built in the early 1900’s. She grew up and spent most her childhood in these woods filled with neighbor’s miles away and
With eyes closed I stand alone, in the dark I smell the sweet scent of fresh-cut grass and feel the soft dirt under my feet. I feel the sunshine on my skin, though I cannot see it. I stand in this blissful moment until I hear a call. Desperation and panic fill the air as I blindly run towards the unknown voice. “HELP ME!” it shouts. I stumble over a log; I can feel the blood trickle down my leg. “HELP ME” another voice shouts. Gradually more and more voices call out for help tugging at my heart. I try to bury myself in my hands and collapse into the soft earth. I jump back in surprise as a cold hand gently traces my face. Tears spill out of my eyes allowing them to open; I look up and see a woman. She wears all black and has a veil over her
My love of reading blossomed when I was a child, because my parents showed me how wonderful reading is. There were countless nights when I remember myself as a little girl refusing to go to sleep before ‘tucking dad into bed’ by reading him a picture book. Not only did I uphold that tradition though, but my mother is a preschool teacher, so she gets really into reading out loud, and she would help me read books such as The Boxcar Children set, The Secret of NIMH and The Chronicles of Narnia weekly until I didn’t need help anymore.
Today, fifty-odd years later, I sit on my porch alone, swinging gently in the morning. I can look out over the yard. It looks just the same as the place were my most important moment of my life happened. I’ve kept it like that, so I never forgot. It's a large yard, that looks like a tiny meadow in a forest. It’s the height of summer right now, so all the trees are full and green. Just like it was then.
In one's life, for many, the place means everything. In the novel Blank by Trina St Jean, a young teen looses her memory after an upsetting accident and spends the novel trying to figure out what happened. Jessica's life is set in her family farm and surrounding forest. Setting is crucial to her story because of her love for nature, her accident, and her runaway plan. To begin, Jessica’s family farm is the perfect place for a nature lover like Jessica, it could be that living on the farm made her develop her love, or that is grew over time. Nonetheless, the farm is a crucial setting to the story: “After taking the first photo it starts to come back to me. Not a memory, but a feeling. Like I’ve done this before” (St. Jean 189). Here it is seen
I shared a home with my sister, brother, mother, our grandfather, and our great-grandmother in a small community outside of Holly Springs, MS, named Chulahoma. At the age of six I began attending a one-room school three miles away from my home. I made the long trek there every morning, accompanied by my teacher and my two siblings. Our family raised a farm, which we helped with the upkeep of. We were fortunate enough that we didn’t have to live in poverty. On the farm, we raised chickens, cows, and hogs, which we used for food, so we had all the meat we needed. There was also a pond nearby where we fished, my mother especially loved fishing.
“dude, I think we're cousins” “That's amazing”. For the next couple weeks, I started to really like him, along with other friends that were pretty cool. I got used to the new place we were living in now. In fact, I actually liked it a little bit. its Just the thought that I probably sat in some ruthless Indian’s bed or something like that. I have to admit the whole thing really grew on me. But eventually, I had to grow up. I moved to texas and got married, had 2 kids of my own that were named Andrew and Sarabeth. Even nowadays I still think back on the time that I met my long lost cousin that I've never even seen before. Everything was uphill from
In a small town of Oakhurst CA, there is a place that holds a place in my heart. An outdoor camp school, filed with 300 year old redwood trees and Native American history. But my favorite part about Calvin Crest is that while we learn about nature; we also learn about God and all the wonderful things he has put on his earth just for us. Even though it’s only a few miles from home, it feels like a different world.
Our uncle’s car was parked outside of the gate of the villa. As soon as the coast was clear we zoomed out the villa, opened the gates, closed it and hid behind the car. I was so excited to finally go out during night, I was doing things actual teenagers did. I had almost forgotten about what had happened until my uncle brought it up in the car. I felt guilty when he had asked us about it. When we arrived at the mall, my cousins and I started to make fun of the whole thing, and I felt much better. We did not let her come only because we did not like her, we had actual reasons. We went and watched a movie at the mall, then got ice cream. I felt a mix of joy and sadness during those 3 hours with the guy’s. Ahmad was leaving the very next day and Alex was leaving the day after that. I did not know when I would visit again and I knew that I would miss them, they were my favourite cousins. As we drove back to our grandparents house, we knew the trickiest part was about to come. Walking back casually without Jenin seeing us at
Growing up on a ranch is what really made me who I am and what I enjoy doing today. 80 Acres surrounded by BLM is a small town in Southern Oregon is where I spent 16 years of my life. Growing up there was a kid’s dream come true. My sister and I would spend hours and hours playing outside with animals, toys, and our imagination. Unlike most kids, we did not have cable so we never wasted our childhood sitting for hours staring at a screen.
The words “free college tuition” would spark interest in any college student with accumulating debt. In fact, this topic is so incredibly supported that Bernie Sanders implemented it as a core interest in his 2016 campaign. Once Hillary Clinton became the Democratic nominee, she decided to take it on herself with an extensive plan that guaranteed students free tuition. Unsurprisingly, free tuition resonated extremely well within the student demographic. To forty million Americans, free tuition would eliminate the largest problem for students: debt (Hess, 2017). However, free college tuition generates the inverse of what these low-income and middle-income students believe. In fact, free college cripples them from multiple perspectives; students end up spending more financially, are less likely to graduate with a degree, and are subjected to more inequality and less exposure.
When I first got out of the Marine Corps my friends and family told me to go to college. I had no idea what to study. So, like others, I started a Criminal Justice program. A few months later the September Eleventh attacks accrued and I found myself back on active duty. I did not return to school for twelve years.
our Home on the Range? A beautiful land where the deer and the antelope have played, where it seems that everyone is absurdly optimistic, and the stars sing out at night the beauty of the world
When the sun slowly peeps over the range of mountains, birds shake the morning dew off their feathers and give a cheerful song that would lift even the most sorrowful of spirits. A light fog wraps around the mountain range, reaching to touch every bit of life thriving there. The slight chill in the air is enough to give a gentle shiver, but not enough for the need of a jacket. A breeze tickles the trees, making their leaves shake and sway with laughter. Sunlight seeps in past the thick canopy of branches with hopes of being able to reach the damp mountain earth. The mountains are the best place to live to be relaxed, see the most beauty, and never get bored.
When we were together we were invincible, us against the world. I’d look up to him, not only because he was 6’4, but because he was my grandpa. I have clear memories of him picking me up from school, playing old school reggae music during our adventurous car rides. We’d always sing along to our favorites, sometimes turn the music up so loud the people in the cars next to us could hear it. When I would visit his apartment, the familiar smell of drywall and pennies would fill the air. It was my hideaway, my home away from home. My grandpa collected pennies in water jugs. He would say that one day they’d be worth more than just pennies. I loved it there, not only because he had a freezer filled with many flavors of ice cream to which he would often say to me “you can have all you can eat” but because it was our time to bond. For five years it was my mom, my dad, and my grandpa helping me to grow. Those are my favorite people, my role models. Being around my grandpa brought me such comfort and joy.