Personal Narrative: Living In The South As A Period Of Silence

Though I spent my entire life living in North Carolina I never thought of myself as a Southerner. My understanding of the Southern lifestyle was quite limited; there is an emphasis on family solidarity, and self-sufficiency with an agricultural backdrop that is part of their essence. The South is not simply a location, manners or customs it is a way of life. Hearing the childhood details of a favorite professor allowed me to envision a picture perfect life under the shade of a magnolia tree and little southern girl who grew up to be a Sandhills Community College professor, Mrs. Cole.

Have you ever been to Atlanta,Georgia before?The time i went to Atlanta,Georgia was month I have ever had. I got to hangout with my cousins,family,and friends. We had so much fun with them because we did something so much fun.We went to Atlanta,Georgia to go visit people.

Well the week of our trip to Memphis Tennessee had finally arrived ! My colleagues Beverly,

My block was a melting pot of people but my high school was not. After entering high school is when I realized that I was white or Caucasian. During this time, I was also given the

Slavery is the South Essay #3 Slavery played a dominating and critical role in much of Southern life. In the struggle for control in America, slavery was the South’s stronghold and the hidden motive behind many political actions and economic statistics. By dominating Southern life, slavery also dominated the economic and political aspects of life in the South from 1840 to 1860. By the 1840’s and 50’s the Southern economy had almost completely become slave and cash crop agriculture based. Without slaves in the south a person was left either landless and penniless or struggling to get by on a small farm. However, even though slaves dominated the southern economy, slaveholders only included about 2 to 3 percent of the population. This

The novel, The South vs The South was written by William Freehling. Freehling's book argues that one of the key reasons for the defeat of the American South was that it was internally divided amongst itself. It could not raise the support needed to fight off the stronger North. In this paper I will answer question 3 in the topics given and discuss how reading this book changed my views on how the civil war was fought and won.

A lot of people think that Georgia is a capital city but it’s not. You’ll want to visit Georgia once I get done telling you about Georgia Aquarium, Piedmont Park, High Museum of Art and Atlantic Station. I am also gone tell you a litter bit about Downtown Hotel. These or the five favorite in Atlanta were you can go and you and your hold family can have lots of fun.

I was raised by parents who grew-up in the south during segregation. My mother, in a small rural town South of Houston and my father in an urban, bustling city in Louisiana. They were both out of school before schools integrated and prior to individuals participating in civil right’s marches and sit-ins. My parents talked to my brother and me often about the times prior to integration, however never dis-heartedly. Unlike the history books, my parents spoke with a sense of pride about those times and discussed the sense of family and community that was shared on their street and neighborhood, the number of successful business that were black owned, the schools and how much each student was required to learn, and the feeling of pride and self-worth that they were made to feel.

A Year in the South is a unique historical retelling of the lives of four individuals struggling to adjust in the years that followed the Civil War. The year 1865 was a major transitional period in American history. After the Confederate Army fell, Southern states were required to ratify the Thirteenth Amendment, abolishing slavery. Some Unionist resolved to make the South pay for their disloyalty. Railroads, factories, and farms were destroyed in some areas of the South, creating an enormous hardship. Although the war was over, resentment and fury still plagued the people. It can be described as a time filled with great despair, uncertainty, loathing, and poverty. The stories of Louis Hughes, Samuel Agnew, John

My English professor asked the class “What/Where is your South? How do you fit into it? Does the South exist?” Everyone started talking about the stereotypes of the south that I thought of as well, but then they all started talking about “good ole Southern cookin’” which consisted of things that I had never heard of or even had the desire to try. I was lost in a place that I’d been living in, and realized how different the “Souths” that I have come to know are.

Being from rural Mississippi, people from other states assume that we know very little about what goes on outside our state let alone our own town. In a way, I can see why, but glad I am one of the ones who, thanks to my family, have an idea of a world larger than my town. I am from a family of six consisting of my mother, father, step-mother, brother, and identical twin sister. We did a lot of traveling when growing up normally traveling out of state even if just for weekends. My interest in other cultures and languages came from my family, especially on my mother’s side where I members who traveled out of country for work and would bring us back clothes, books, or other souvenirs. My dad did not do as much traveling as my mom and had not

The greasy scent of cheap burgers and fries wafted into the car as we pulled into the parking lot of a Wendy’s, right in the heart of who-knows-where, East Tennessee. I couldn’t contain my excitement as I rushed my 12-year-old self out of the minivan and into the palace of grease. Clad in ratty sweatpants and a t-shirt with my hair pressed down from my prolonged use of headphones, it was evident that I spent long hours sitting in a car, asking “if we’re there yet” too many times to count. In this moment, however, carving up Snowshoe Mountain on my snowboard didn’t seem as exciting as the machine that stood across the room. Standing tall, shiny, and red, the Coca-Cola Freestyle soda fountains were in the early stages of being released, and

After reading the book BLACK LIKE ME by John Howard Griffin. My eyes where open to the great injustice of the time and the general unknowing of the south and the rest of the nation. I will start at the back of the book.

It had been raining intermittently for the past four days and by late Saturday afternoon, another storm was approaching the rural southern town of Wrongberight. Clemmy Sue Jarvis since birth has lived in the town and had a simple philosophy concerning weather. As long as she was six feet above ground instead of six feet below, she did not care what it was. Today as she lifts her petite frame into her rusty Ford pickup, she is preoccupied with what she hopes to accomplish this evening. Absorbed in though she pulls out of her driveway and heads south on Flat Bottom Road along the edge the Dismal Swamp towards the isolated home of her dearest friend Estelle

At the sleep away camp that I attended this summer, I was appointed "General" for an all camp activity known as Color War. For four days, the camp is divided into two teams that compete against each other in athletics and other competitive activities. Having been selected out of 400+ campers to take on this elite position was such an honor - I cried tears of happiness. While acting general was extremely rewarding, it quickly became a challenge. Carrying the responsibility to lead cheers, hold team meetings, while making sure the people I led were happy and enjoying the most exciting days of camp was nothing short of nerve-racking. However, every challenge I faced during those four days made each experience that more rewarding , even if my