Personal Narrative: Daisey's Funeral

In the article “Driving to the Funeral” the author Anna Quindlen addresses the issue of the age to begin driving. She believes that the age 16 is far too young teenagers to begin driving. Driving at a too young of an age is one big reason that the way majority of teenagers die is because of automobile accidents. There isn’t enough limitations on young drivers, causing safety concerns. Parents shouldn’t allow their children to drive at such a young age, just because they want their kids to have “freedom and responsibility”.

On 09/12/2016, I Deputy Daniel Pruitt was dispatched to 52455 West Highway 16 for an unattended death compliant. I arrived on scene st 6:45pm and meet with Creek County EMS unit 40.

During this time period many families were fairly large, but a majority of the children often died from diseases at a very young age. In Betsy’s family only nine of the children survived to be adults. Every Sunday and Thursday the Quakers would attend a church service that lasted two hours long. The men and women sat facing each other, while

People of this era usually ate three meals a day, which consisted of: breakfast, dinner, and supper. Breakfast was eaten right after getting up in the morning. It was normally a small meal made up of cold foods like leftovers, eggs, or bread and butter. "But since breakfast was by definition eaten early, those who did not rise early did not eat it." Farmers would only go to church services on Sundays because they were usually very busy during the rest of the week, but others went daily to early services. The Noble social class did not get up early enough to eat breakfast. Dinner was a mid-day meal that was eaten 11 am or 12 pm. Farmers would take their meal with them in a bag or have it delivered to them. Craftsmen would close up shop and go upstairs to the home area, their wife would have the meal

In the article Driving to the Funeral Anna Quindlen talks about teens that are between the ages of 15-20 are the ones who are most likely to be involved in car crashes before graduating high school. This article is intended to be read by parents primarily, as they are the main demographic that the topic of teenage driving concerns. Quindlen uses pathos, logos and ethos to inform parents with children for a higher driving age.

The concept and belief of honor in the Columbian culture in Chronicle of a Death Foretold is one of the deciding aspects of the character's actions, motives, and beliefs. Nobody questions the actions taken to preserve ones honor because it is such an important moral trait that one must cherish. In this society a man or woman without honor is an outcast to the community and to the culture. In Chronicle of a Death Foretold two twin brothers are burdened with defending this tradition of honor. The brothers find out that their sister has lost her virginity before marriage and she claims that Santiago Nasar is to blame. To regain the honor of their sister, and their family the brothers believe it is their duty to kill Santiago Nasar. Could such

“Boys, dinner!” Ma yells. We all bound to the dining room, having barely eaten anything all day. We see the same dinner we have every night, lentil soup, but it never gets old. I guess when we’re this hungry anything tastes good. We say grace and dig in, although we are still a little sad because of Pa’s death. After dinner, we all gather around the radio and listen to the latest news. Then we hit the hay after a long day, ready to do the same thing

Driving to the Funeral was written by the Pulitzer Prize winner, Anna Quindlen. Anna Quindlen addressed the topics of the current problem of teenage auto accidents in the United States, the question of appropriate ages to be licensed, and other “fixes” for teenage automobile related deaths. In this passage the author is trying to persuade parents of teenagers and the states to raise the legal driving age to lower the teenage driving accident and death count.

On December 28, 2015, I attended the funeral for Dean Williamson, a long-time machinist at Dell Rapids East. During the service, the minister mentioned that Dean always carried a brass coin he received from L.G. Everist, Inc. (The coin is actually a token that we all carry as our commitment to each other’s safety.)

When the time comes for me to meet my creator, I would like to be remembered through old-fashioned values. Although organ donation is a beautiful aspect of the human race, I would like to keep all of my organs when I die unless someone in my direct family needs them. With that being said, I would like to be embalmed and not cremated. I would like my funeral to be held at Mt. View Methodist Church, and I would like to be placed near my great-grandparents. I would like to have an average casket that does not cost my family everything that they own. I would like my makeup and my outfit chosen by my sister if possible. If this is not possible, I would like to be placed in a classy dress that reflects my proper side. I would like my makeup to be simple, but still, make me look decent. I would like Bennett's Funeral Home to conduct my funeral. My reception will be very structured. My family member will stand in a line with their backs to the door in front of the first row of pews; my cousins will not be allowed to stand in this line, only the family members I like. The ladies of my family will be in black dresses and the men of the family will be in black suits.

The guy pulled out a gun, and looked at him and said, “I’m not playing. It’s either your money or your life.” Jack froze as he looked at the barrel of that gun.” The mugger begin to get angry, he said, “didn’t you hear what I said, what are you waiting for. For the last time, as he shoved the gun closer to his head, it’s your money or your life.” Jack said, “well I’m thinking about which one I want to give up.”

Today was funeral day. My mom’s funeral. It was a dark October thursday, the clouds were brewing a storm. A slight breeze disturbed my neck. My uncomfortable suit sleeves bellowed in the cold breeze.. I hadn’t felt any emotions since the day of her death, which was weeks ago, almost as if my emotion is grey. It was warm then, as my mind was too. Nowadays, up until today, my mind has been a dark fog, as if my mind was released into the sky, darkening everyone’s day, arriving at my mom’s funeral or just to cuddle up with their friends and family in front of a warm crackling fire, telling the stories of their childhood and how times were better. Not me, my dad usually ignored me and he only worked on managing my mom’s fortune. Yeah. My mom’s

while my mom made Cheeseburgers and fries with the other people from the church. Within the

now. The only thing I can do now is pray and hope. To pray that I will

The members of the church had supplied the conference with African food, pizza, and drinks for lunch. Most children preferred to eat pizza while the ladies chose to eat the African cuisine. We first made sure that all the kids were fed before attending to their mothers around noon. At three o'clock we served the kids