Refletive Analysis : Mother In A Mannville Narratives

The narrative written by Judith Ortiz Cofer discusses some of the many experiences she has encountered throughout her life dealing with stereotypes and common misconceptions of Latin American women. To further engage her audience in the story, she provides detailed past experiences that have stood out to her the most. In order for the readers to fully understand those past encounters, some of which are cultural and common among Latinos, Cofer explains them in careful detail. For example, Cofer explains the concept of piropos which are poems composed on the spot by men to women as a form of admiration. This helps her introduce the audience to her own experiences with piropos and how she has dealt with them throughout her life. One of the

Although, I can never be revived, I hope he realizes what he has done, and what he has taken from me as a result of his own mental instability. I can’t imagine the pain my grandchildren will feel when they find out that their grandfather won’t make it to their birthday this year because someone selfishly robbed them. I can’t imagine the pain my children will feel when they figure out that there will be no more family barbeques on Saturday anymore. My son can’t even bring himself to use the grill anymore, or drive past my house where the incident occurred. It’s now the day of my funeral, I am surrounded by everyone who loves me, and they’re all crying, saying this never should have happened and that the person who did this will pay. There’s a rumor going around town saying that he had some form of mental illness, something was mentioned of schizophrenia, or paranoia. Instead of going to jail, he went to a mental asylum. Long ago, I took psychology, and so I am educated and aware of the power and influence they have over

Cortez) if she thought he would, because she had also met with the parents before, so she knew of him. Come to find out, Mrs. Cortez was the father’s ESOL teacher years ago at Statesboro High School. She knew him better than I thought. During the process on a one on one interview with Luis Nava, my student’s father, Luis and I sat in my conference room at the school where I teach. He showed very much emotion when telling his story. It was a very humbling experience to here and watch someone tell a story first hand or something that I personally, had ever heard on movies. As he continued to talk, I couldn’t help but think of Nathan, (my student, his son) and how I had treated him as teacher. Had I been as welcoming as I could to my classroom? Had I showed understanding when he didn’t seem to understand? Questions began to overwhelm me as I thought of how I present myself as a teacher, educator, and friend to all of my students that are from a different culture than

On a Sunday morning of March 15 1998, we woke up super early to the phone ringing on the other side was my dad. My grandmother answered the phone her face paled as she heard the words “mom I shot myself.” After talking to him for a bit my grandmother rushed out of her room to get my uncle up and they rushed to the house to see him up walking around with a hole in his stomach. Ambulance came to get him then rushed him to meet life force. He flat lined once on the helicopter. They were able to bring him back and stabilized him, and kept him stabled till they got to the hospital. They rushed him immediately into the OR, it was around 15 to 20 minutes into surgery that he had passed away, they were unable to bring him back due to the major loss of blood. My mom soon remarried and I gained two annoying step brothers and a step dad. One step brother didn’t bother me to bad, the other one poked and picked on me trying to pick fights. My step dad had episodes where he was violent and threw things at me and my mom. I withdrew more and more until a few of my friends literally grabbed me by my arm and told me to wake up that they were not going to let me push them away

I walked in and saw mom on the floor bleeding. I looked up at James and saw him starting to cry. I’d rush at him with the mindset to kill him too, and I knew he was gonna shoot me that night. James and Dad went outside to talk about what just happened. I cuddled mom until she took her final breath. I went outside when I seen James and Dad talking to some boys from the Hawks. James looked at me and pointed his eyes to tell me go back in the house. The hawks players pulled out some guns and shot James and Dad for shooting ken at the party. Uncle Bob tackled me to

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Throughout our modern and ancient history the lives of women have been overlooked by male historians. In some cases, not just the lives of ordinary women, but some of the most powerful and influential women at the time. Examples of this included Nancy Wake, Mary Bowser, Sybil Ludington, and Claudette Colvin. And in many instances, important facts about our history have been erased by historians simply choosing not to record the lives of women- especially women in their everyday lives. In many communities, women were the ones who kept the household, the stores, and even life up and running. Women worked in their own homes, gardens, the fields, stores, healthcare, and in religious ceremonies. Without them, society would have fallen- women kept the world turning. Yet we know so little about the lives of everyday women. Laurel Thatcher Ulrich, famed early American and women’s historian, decoded the diary of Martha Ballard in her book The Midwife’s Tale, to bring us understanding and insight into the lives of many women in the 18th century. Ulrich is a devout believer in studying the lives of ordinary women to understand history.

It was a nice building. The carpeting was handmade by Mrs. Dela. She was the old woman that lived on the first floor with her husband, Mr. Dela. Every morning, they were found outside watering the flowers. Mrs. Dela especially took pride in the tree that casted a shadow above the building. My mom always had something cooking in the kitchen, and my dad was always home before 5:30. My brother, tall and masculine, would pride himself on his athletic ability. My best friend Curly, lived in the building as long as I did. He was one day older than me and he never let me live it down. He always had his hand running through his curly, jet black hair and his goofy smile never failed to cheer me up. His mom was a nice woman. She worked a lot because Curly’s dad left them. He was an only child, so we spent most of our time together. When we were about five a new kid moved in. His name was Benny. Benny was a boy of few words, unlike Curly who never shut up. He moved in with his mom, stepdad, and two step sisters. Benny was a good listener. Curly and I talked and talked, and he would just listen. And everything was okay. Until…

When a person thinks of a true motherly bond they most likely think of warmth, happiness, someone safe, and reliable. In of Mice and Men, by John Steinbeck, Lennie has to live a life without his mother and because of that it affects the rest of his life . Not having access to the sacred feeling of a mother's love can alter anyone's life. That is why Lennie realizes he needs something to fill that hole in his heart with something that at least resembles a mother’s love. If that bond is taken away then a person is left bare to the elements of the cold harsh world. There is something about soft creatures that gives Lennie a sense of serenity and inner peace. The inner peace he gets is the reason why Lennie from Of Mice and Men, by John Steinbeck, loves mice, puppies, rabbits, and anything soft because it represents a true motherly love he never had.

Judith Wright’s poem “Mother to Child” is about a woman’s emotions during the different stages of motherhood. It tells the audience that the bond between a mother and her child is very powerful and that it changes as the child grows. Wright shows us this through her use of imagery, symbolism and the structure of her poem. The use of those three elements of literature help communicate the love the woman has for her child and how their connection grows stronger as time goes on.

Mary Rowlandson, The Narrative of the Captivity and Restoration of Mrs. Mary Rowlandson by Mary Rowlandson, is a captivity narrative, published in 1682. Rowlandson expresses the story as a memoir, focusing on events that she has witnessed as well as her experiences. Describing people along with events as they appear to the outside reader from her impartial opinion. Rowlandson describes her thoughts and motivations which allows the reader to understand her feelings towards situations. The contextualization depicts the work which is placed in 1675, the past, primarily in Massachusetts Bay Colony, extending from western Massachusetts to Boston.

In her narrative, “Narrative of the Captivity of Mary Rowlandson,” Rowlandson writes to her fellow Puritans about her time living with a Native American tribe. She wrote this story to tell of her hardships, triumphs, and to remind her fellow puritans to believe in God and His plan. For example, on page 35 the book's introduction states “She did not merely wish to record her horrifying experience; she wished to demonstrate how it revealed God’s purpose. She chose the style of a narrative because it was many years later, and because it flowed easier than a journal entry. Also, she could not incorporate all her horrors and memories into something like a poem. And by writing a narrative she could easily write a story demonstrating both sides to the Native American people such as on pages 38 and 40. “When I came into sight, she would fall a-weeping at which they were provoked and would not let me come near her, but bid me gone; which was a heart-cutting work for me,” page 38. “Then one of them gave me two spoonfuls of meal to comfort me, and another gave me a half pint of peas; which was more than many bushels at another time, page 40.

When I heard those words I wanted to not believe them. All day the only thing that was in my head was why. Why did he lie to me he seemed like like a responsible nice kid. So the next day I went to the orphanage and I asked if i could see jerry but, they said he was transferred to another orphanage. So then I went into my car and fell in tears because even tho he lied to me I would love to adopt him and make him my kid. Then I thought to myself I have to do whatever it takes to get him back.

“A Mother in Mannville” by Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings is a short-story based in the Great Depression in the 1930’s about a woman who goes away to a mountainside cottage in the mountains located near an orphanage. She asked a boy from the orphanage to come and chop wood for her stay, and finds a small boy at her doorstep named Jerry. As Jerry keeps coming, a bond begins to grow between the two. Jerry’s dominant personality trait is his kindness. He is constantly helping out the narrator not only through chopping wood, but extra tasks like repairs and taking care of Pat the dog, or even refusing payment for some of his actions.

I have read the two plays, "The Glass Menagerie" by Tennessee Williams and "A Raisin in the Sun" by Lorraine Hansberry, both of have a big impact on me. The two plays circle around the family values that convey the character of motherhood where mothers have to have a responsibility to raise, to provide their best and to sacrifice for their children. In these two plays, even expressing differently, mothers all show love to their children; they all want their children to have a happy life. Somehow, each mother treats their children different way, but they have only one purpose: to show love to their children. As I experience throughout the two plays: Amanda, Tom and Laura in "The