Personal Narrative: Baily's Interview

Threads to Which I belong is a book that captivated my soul. As I read through the pages of history, I found myself traveling back in time. Invisible I stood in Mississippi watching a family’s history unfold. As I turned the pages, my emotions changed constantly. I experienced emotions of anger, disgust, sorrow, and happiness. The author has written an outstanding piece of work that forces you to consider researching your own family history.

Cornelia Ten Boom, known as Corrie, was born April fifteenth, 1892 in Haarlem, Netherlands. She lived with her father, Caspar, her older siblings, Betsie, Nollie and Willem and her three aunts. Her whole family was part of the Dutch Reform Church and was very religious and part of that was helping out the community. No matter how hard times were for the Ten Booms they always gave food to the poor. Corrie’s

Unfortunately, after years of marriage, Uncle Mack ran off with a floozie and moved to Florida. He deserted his wife and still had two children at home. I have to hand it to him though, he stayed with his second wife until she died even though she was verbally abusive and mean spirited. I know Uncle Mack regretted how he had left his family and so I figure he felt like he deserved the treatment he got from his second wife. He moved back to Bradford and had his place until he got cancer. Uncle Mack moved in with one of his daughters, and she and her husband took care of him, and I believe he made peace with his children before he died. It is a smaller town, and he would walk to Aunt Birdie’s apartment and visit with her. They never got back together, but they became friends, and their children buried them together. Aunt Birdie had a difficult childhood as did Mack. As a child, a family member thru her into a cold pond or stream. She already had a cold or the flu, and her ears were damaged, and as a result, she was almost deaf. She had to wear hearing aids in both ears and still had difficulty hearing. Uncle Mack was on the tall side, black hair, dark skin, brown eyes and heavier built than Grandpa Shelton. He would make up stories that would make you think twice before deciding it would not be possible. I suppose you would call them tall tales. I remember once we were going down the road he told a story about a

Frank was talking about Andrés—Margaret Sampson 's adopted son. My tongue seemed to swell from hearing his cruelty, from something he had never called Andrés before. Margaret was also my closest friend and her story, the saddest in Hanford. Years ago, her biological son’s body was found on the South Gibson train tracks. A drunken night gone wrong, the autopsy relayed, since River’s organs were soaking in the pool of alcohol he had consumed. Things got worse when three months later, Margaret 's husband Jim left.

Arrogance and cockiness set aside, I would make an awesome dad. I did not forget what it was like to be a child. I know that once I had a child my life would be put on hold and dedicated towards raising "The Spawn of Clarey." I would not brainwash him to be a leftist, a feminist, a rightist or a Christian, but would instead impart upon it logic, empiricism, morality, philosophy, and independence letting it choose its own path in life. And above all else, unlike nearly all my Gen X parental counterparts, I would actually stay at home to raise The Clarey Child instead of outsource it to a government baby sitting farm or "day care" concentration camp facility. It is without a doubt that I would make a great dad.

I was on my way to tutoring about to get into the car. When my parents get into an argument. It was a normal occurrence that happened every time. I already knew that my parents were getting a divorce. But I didn’t expect anything bad from the argument but it began to get physical.

James miller Charlotte’s father did take a hard hit after his wife died, he didn’t know how he could raise a two daughters on his own. But he wasn’t the whole town knew the Millers, most of them worked and the miller’s wool mill, they owned. The whole town pitched in to help James take care of his two lovely daughters. Each one of the town’s people had an important role in the girls lives, even though they no longer had a mother, they still felt they did, she could never be replaced, but it was going to be easier to move on since they had a new big family made up of the towns people. Everyone loved Charlotte’s mother, everyone knew her and James well, so they couldn’t let him raise two beautiful girls by himself. As the girls grew the more the town’s people fell in love with them, they watched these two little girl grow into beautiful young ladies, who both became very responsible. One day out in the mill James miller went to work, it started out as an ordinary day but sadly ended it tragedy. While the girls were working at home on their chores, their father James was working in the mill, not knowing how old the equipment was he just treated it like any other day at

Divorce. A shaping tool that impacts the child’s future immensely. With no additional income source, my fresh off the boat mother had to work constantly to keep the bowls filled with rice. However as a direct result, I would have to take care of myself as my mother was rarely at home. My strict mother would never let me outside so I filled my time with video games. Alone with my video games, no one can question my actions or behavior. With only a mother as a role model, I develop a feminine personally. I thought I was just a normal boy, and growing up with this mentality became problematic. Combined with my mentality and higher pitch voice, people would make fun of me and never took me seriously. I never understood why causing me to stay in

My Signature Themes are achiever, arranger, responsibility, input, and significance. Each of these are very significant in defining my strengths and showing me how to best use my strengths in my future. My first strength was achiever and this is representing me as a whole, and is what I use in everyday life. I am a driven person who wants to accomplish many things and I visualize my life as a mountain that I will overcome every day and at the end of every day I will have a beautiful view of what I have accomplished. I use every day in events such as: relentless volunteering, working long hours and everything is done with an impeccable sense of satisfaction after completion. My second and third strengths are arranger and responsibility. These

Early in their lives, two young sisters, Ruth and Lucille, experience loss and abandonment from the men in the family. Their grandfather had died in a train derailment into Lake Fingerbone before they were born, and their father leaves them while they are very young. Then their mother commits suicide, but not before dropping the girls off on their grandmother’s porch. Moreover, then, “she sailed in Bernice’s Ford from the top of a cliff named Whiskey Rock into the blackest depth of the lake (23), again into Lake Fingerbone. After only a few months their grandmother dies leaving the girls to the remainder of the family, a collection of eccentric females. The girls deal with all of this by relying on each other. Soon, their great Aunt’s,

I knew I wanted to be a part of something upon arriving at Molloy, not particularly sure what it was I started trying out for things I enjoyed in life. Freshman year I try out for swimming not making the cut and disappointed as I was, I focus on my studies. Sophomore year I give Step a try and fail to meet the cut, determined to be a part of something apart from my studies, I try out once more for Step in my junior year without success, I knew I had to look elsewhere. My failure to be a part of Molloy sport prompted me to volunteer at the Queens Library. Although it was not as exciting in the beginning, seeing how they were short of staff and trying to make ends meet I was happy to make a difference. Today I am still there, after being offered

Three years ago I moved from Florida to Seagreen, California. My life felt as if it was just beginning and falling into place. However my life was about to change.

“…Turn here.” He just keeps driving, completely ignoring me. “Uh sir, you missed the turn.” Just keeps driving. Then it comes into view; the edge of the road. The cliff. He’s driving right toward the cliff, going faster by the second. The last thing I see before we crash over the cliff is the man in the driver’s seat turn around; those dead eyes staring right at me.

I got to interview Quentin and learned alot of cool things about him that I never knew before. Quentin is very interesting and reminds me of my brothers Jack and Carter who are only a few years younger than me. Quentin was born May 8th, 2004 and is 11 years old. He is in in Ms. Chapman's middle school class. His favorite teacher is Ms. Guerrero and she teaches 5th grade. He was in Ms. Guerrero's class last year and enjoys her class because she is very kind and because she played games with the class and let them watch videos too.Quentin is excited to be back to school because he gets to see his friends and his favorite teacher.

A couple minutes later I saw the red mustang. I pulled over and went to go look. I gently open the door. “Aunt Gretche-” I stare in agony as the bloody corpse of Aunt Gretchen laying on the seat I see a large gaping hole in her chest. I notice that there