Research Paper On Haystack Searcher

Wright’s, or Minnie’s, sewing pieces, there is a piece that is not clean and well done like the rest. Mrs Hale started fixing it and Mrs. Peters did not think that was a good idea, “A moment Mrs. Hale sat her hands folded over that sewing which was so unlike all the rest of the sewing. Then she had pulled a knot and drawn the threads. “Oh, what are you doing, Mrs. Hale?” asked the sheriff’s wife, startled. “Just pulling out a stitch or two that’s not sewed very good,” said Mrs. Hale mildly.” Mrs. Hale fixed the piece, because it would show anger, or a sudden change in mood. She understands why Minnie killed her husband, and she does not think Minnie deserves to be punished for it. She was able to finally escape her terrible husband. While working on this piece, she was contemplating on killing her husband. She was sewing to relax and calm down, but then she started thinking about why she should kill her husband and her work got sloppy and

So began a thrice-daily ritual on the raft, with pumpkin pie and spaghetti being the favorite subjects. The men came to know louise’s recipes so well that if louie skipped a step or forgot an ingredient, Phil, and sometimes Mac, would quickly correct him and make him start over.” Instead of just saying “they were starving” Hillenbrand instead talks about how they fantasized about Louie’s Mother's cooking. She uses detail of the cooking to develop how hungry they are and to show the lack of food they have. I know when I'm hungry I often think about my mother's mash potatoes and ham, and how she puts everything together and cooks.

Animal motifs add significance to the narrative when Mildred, the wife of Montag, is treated with a snakelike mechanism. Bradbury’s intent to use an animal metaphor is to enlighten the reader about how wildlife is misrepresented during the work of literature. Within the world of destruction he created, Bradbury explains the lack of construction; therefore, the natural order is distorted. Over the course of the writing, creatures portray the corrupt environment; for instance, Montag describes, “They had this machine. They had two machines, really. One of them slid into your stomach like a black cobra down an echoing well looking for all the old water and the old time gathered there. It drank up the green matter that flowed to the top in a slow boil” (Bradbury 12). As Mildred lays unconscious in her bed the operator uses a snakelike pump machine to drain and replace Mildred’s blood; evidently, the symbol of animals is used to connect the meaning of altered

Though she was married, her life was never complete as she did not fit the description of the stereotypical woman in the 1900s. Minnie did not have any children, resulting in more loneliness. Quilts are also a symbol of warmth and comfort which Minnie lacked from Mr. Wright as he was the complete opposite. Minnie had no one except for the bird, so when Mr. Wright killed the bird, he also shattered the final piece of her personality that Minnie had. Consequently, she was furious, confused and simply “didn’t know what she was about [anymore]” (Glaspell 163). For that reason, she decided to murder her husband, which is a piece of evidence the men failed to discover because they did not worry about the “trifles”. Moreover, when the woman found the quilt, Mrs. Hale wonders whether Minnie had intentions to “quilt or just knot it” (Glaspell 163) The men overhear the conversation Mrs. Hale and Mrs. Peters have, and mock their concerns because they think the woman are worrying about useless “trifles” when they should be investigating a murder. Little did the men know that the decision whether Minnie was going to quilt or knot it, indeed was another piece of evidence that Minnie was the murderer. Minnie having to decide whether she was going to quilt or not it, was a decision of whether she was going to withstand the abuse from her husband or make a change in her life as it was “not it”. Unfortunately, Minnie could

One autumn afternoon she went out back to empty the Mistress’s chamber pot into the privy, unaware that a visitor she thought gone had not yet departed. She opened the privy door and stepped inside. Just as she lifted the porcelain lid and prepared to pour the pot’s contents into the hole, the door opened and someone stepped inside the small

Sarah slugged through the early morning work and realized-too soon- that she needed to make a trip to the house. She made her way, clasping her arms around her for warmth in the cold November morning. Painted Girl’s borrowed sweater did not help dissipate the cold air, and neither did the lingering whiskey in her system. A light shone in the window illuminating Grandfather and Dingle, who sat at the table together eating pie. She watched as Dingle grabbed a juicy strawberry from Grandfather’s pie and nibbled at it greedily. Grandfather must have finished his hunt early, Sarah realized. She had hoped to avoid Grandfather today but nature called. There was no choice, either the woods or the house. Sarah did an about turn and went for the

When she drew back the curtain, she could make out a homemade, pole-framed-bed in the middle of the room. The light coming through the small window gave the room a murky appearance. Upon the bed, under several layers of quilts, were the skeletal remains of the cabin’s former owner. Before she even got near the bed, she knew it was a

“I carefully picked up the tray and watched myself walk to Mrs. Merriweather. With my best company manners, I asked her if she would have some. After all, if Aunty could be a lady at a time like this, so could I” (318).

In Part 2 (Rabbit) Novella Carpenter learns just how precious food really is. Nico (Carpenter’s friend whom lived in a cabin in the woods) asked Carpenter to “bunny-sit”, after her original sitter flaked out. The idea of the bunnies was like a new drug at a party to Novella, exciting and thrilling. Overwhelmed with the thought of learning to care for rabbits, Carpenter than hears Nico say, “You know that whatever you breed, you can eat, too, right?” (104).

It was an enormous, square room, with a well-used pine table in the middle. Two walls had windows with deep stone sills, but it was too dark outside to see, and in a way, this made Clemmie feel isolated, and cut off from reality. Cupboard after cupboard, she tried each door. Well, she certainly couldn’t eat scrubbing brushes, or cake tins. But, then she found the fridge. A light switched on when she opened the door, and, there was so much choice she didn’t know where to start! A hunk of cheese looked good. But the slice of meat pie looked even better. As she ate the pie with gusto, she traipsed around the room, taking care not to drop crumbs on the floor. When she finished the last morsel, she licked her fingers, wiped both hands down her sides…then

“Ooohh fiddle sticks!” exclaimed the freckled face woman. She had just walked in the door of her very small, log cabin like home. She stood in horror as she watched Kitten Kirk and Purrella Da’Ville ruin her old, brown drapes in the front window. While her other two cats, Minnie Meowse and Kitty Purry lay sleeping on a pile of old books Myrtle saved from being tossed out at the local library she volunteered at. Staring at the mess her cats had made, she put her tangled red, frizzy hair into a quick bun and began to pick up the now shredded drape pieces. “Looks like I’ll have to buy new drapes at Goodwill again” she said this with a annoyed sigh. When she finished, she sadly threw away the drapes. As she turned to Kitty Purry she exclaimed “Can

In one winter morning, Dr. Pohlmann woke up from a particularly restful slumber in the abyss of his satin sheets. As he jovially pulled back his covers, his custom chiffon pajamas shined in the morning light. He continued as he does every morning to reach for the phone to call his local kike to deliver his breakfast, a vast assortment of hors d’oeuvre.

     Mrs. Peters and Mrs. Hale then search for more sewing supplies, which leads them to find the next clue, a broken bird cage door, inside of a cupboard. The women wonder why someone would break such a thing, and are curious as to where the bird is that lived inside of the cage. Mrs. Hale then explains how lonesome Mrs. Wright must have been, with her husband at work all day and having no children in the household. Mrs. Hale says that Mr. Wright was a ?hard man,? and she shivers when thinking about what it would be like ?just to pass the time of day with him.? The women then understand why the lonely woman would want a pet, such as a bird, around the house to keep her company.

Hetty brought a tortoise the day after her daughter died. Her only daughter, as it turned out. Her only daughter and her only tortoise, as it had also turned out. That was almost twenty years ago. The tortoise, Bertram, was, all these years later, still going strong. Still ambling around the house like an old man with dementia, bumping into furniture, getting lodged beneath furniture and nibbling said furniture in case it turned out to be as edible (or more edible) than it appeared. Sometimes, often in fact, he would creep up behind Hetty while she was doing the washing up or making breakfast, lunch or dinner and she was now in the habit, had been for approximately nineteen and a half years, of checking where she was putting her feet before moving away from the sink, the cooker or the kitchen surface, or anywhere else she had been standing still for longer than a couple of minutes, so as to prevent herself from feeling Bertram’s hard carapace beneath her foot, or worse, hearing the soft crunch of that carapace being crushed beneath her shoe.

“Welcome Back!” Mary’s cat yelled to her fake audience, “It’s been a while, but finally, Gertrude is back, bringing with her a plethora of new fables!” The empty seats hailed her in applause – a waiter in close proximity screamed his support. “Thank you, thank you all, I’m flattered – I hope you enjoy the new instalment, may many mysteries be resolved and the experience be enjoyed by all.”