The parts of work which Visola enjoys is being able to see their expression change. Visola explains, “It’s very rewarding to see that after being taken away from their secure place and being left in sadness, I am still able to unlock positive feelings and emotions from the residents.” For instance, when he has music played by an entertainer or by a boom box and he is able to unlock a smile or see them enjoy the music by expressing a tapping of the foot, Visola pleases himself because he is able to capture a moment of happiness from the residents. Quoted from Visola, he see “the lights still burn;” the residents show their uplifted human spirit. After the interview I was able to experience a jazz entertainer at Evergreen. This was something very new to me. …show more content…
She introduced me to her older sister, Mary, which was sitting next to her. Mary was a really thin woman, she looked very fragile, and I could tell she was cold even with her sweater on. Lupe told me that she was mentally sick. Mary had fallen and hit her head and ever since then she has not been the same. At that moment Mary looked at Lupe with a confused looked on her face and Lupe quickly said, “I said you’re beautiful,” in Spanish and blew her a kiss. At that point I saw the sibling love they had for each other: I could relate with the sibling love they carry. The jazz entertainer then started playing his tunes on the electric guitar and had a tablet connected to speakers with the other instruments playing. I was astonished with the response of all the residents, they were at peace. I was enjoying the music myself with Mary, who was clapping her hands, and Lupe, who was moving to the beat in their wheelchairs. I swayed to the beat on my chair and looked at Lupe with a smile and she responded with a wink. I could see how happy they were. I assumed they loved to dance back in their days. At that point I could see the sparkle in their eyes and experience what Visola found very enjoyable about his
Alvar Nunez Cabeza de Vaca was born in 1490 at Jerez de la Frontera in Andalusia. His parents went by the name Francisco de Vera and Teresa Cabeza de Vaca. “Cabeza de Vaca means ‘head of cow’ and was derived from a peasant ancestor.” (elizabethan-era.org) “By 1528, he was appointed treasurer underneath the explorer Panfilo de Narvaez which reached what is now Tampa Bay, Florida later in the same year.” “By September of that year, all of the members of the expedition except for 60 of de Vaca’s men had died near the shore of present-day Galveston, Texas.” (Biography.com Editors). Alvar Nunez Cabeza de Vaca was a Spanish explorer who was the first historian of Texas, and one of the four survivors of the Narvaez expedition.
Flash back to 1946 in an old farmhouse on a vast piece of wooded land on the outskirts of St. Elizabeth, Missouri. As you approach the home, gritty music flows through the windows of the center room where young children crowd around a record player; more specifically, a Victrola. Leona Tappehorn, the wife of the house, tries to keep peace amongst her young Twehus grandchildren as they bicker over who gets to play their favorite record next. This exact scene is where my family’s heirloom got most of its distinct characteristics that stand out from other Victrolas. Today, these marks still show and can bring you back into the place where it was used most. This Victrola is not just a dusty, old record player, it is a gem of our family that has
Rodriguez does not comfort whose mother even though he feels something is not right. Richard thinks that his mother is “sad” and wanted to approach her and ask however claims they are “questions of paradise.” if someone's mother felt sad or upset, usually there children would try to comfort them and understand what they are feeling, however richard feels his mother’s pain but does not even try to ask what the cause of it is. Richard compares his mother too material objects. Richard thinks that his mother “seems very small,” when compared to the “expensive foreign cars” behind her. Richard instead of notices his mother, notices the expensive foreign cars more. Richard also does not even recognize what his parents are doing. He didn't realize that his father “has” only said one thing to him all evening. Someone would notice if their father had not spoken to them all day, however richard does not realize this to the very
Perfecto Flores was a mysterious man which no one knew much about before his arrival to the town. Not even he seemed to know much about his past. In an excerpt from Helena Maria Virmontes’s novel, Under the Feet of Jesus, Perfecto helps a young girl on her quest for knowledge and developing the necessary skills. The young girl’s name was Estrella and she had much to learn. Viramontes’s use of tone smoothly expresses the realization and then transition that takes place in Estrella as she strives to learn more.
"I killed myself trying to help you," she says, exasperated. Despite the shame and humiliation she experienced, Lourdes courageously opened up to Enrique about the extreme poverty and hardships she endured (171). Nazario skillfully portrays the unwavering courage both Enrique and Lourdes have overcome, Enrique's determination to overcome his fear of
Florian and Joana find hope within each other. Their appreciation for each other grows immensely, from their first interaction in the barn to their kiss on the Wilhem Gustloff. This offers them a distraction and provides color to their dull and gray worlds. It reminds them of feelings other than sorrow and fear. Their love allows them to remember that there was life before the war and there will be a life waiting for them after.
Tita the innocent girl she is, has never been loved so the pleasure she felt from Pedro felt like love to her. Pedro used the Dark room for a way to spend his time with Tita even until the end when everyone left,”For the first time in their lives Tita and Pedro could make
My boy grew into a man, my girl long and slender like the blossoming mimosa at the end of the drive. Pedrito took on a certain gravity, became an important man around here. And I, Patria Mercedes? Like every woman of her house, I disappeared into what I loved, coming up now and then for air. I mean, an overnight trip by myself to a girlfriend’s, a special set to my hair, and maybe a yellow dress.
Do you like to hunt for birds, deer, squirrels, ducks or geese? If so, then you will most likely have a friend with you or perhaps a four legged friend. A hunting dog makes a great companion in the woods because of their sense of smell, instinct and the joy of running loose in the wilderness. A Vizsla can be a great hunting companion because they have a disposition of a golden retriever. They respond to training more willingly than most and are a capable performer in advanced obedience classes. You don’t have to discipline a Vizsla like you would a Labrador dog for example. They are sensitive dogs that need to be treated with kindness and positive reinforcement.
Camilla, Arturo, Sammy, Vera and Hellfrick are all non-entities in the bustle of L.A. culture, but all are profoundly human in their suffering, confusion, and vices. All are battling a poor sense of self-worth and struggling to survive in an indifferent world. Arturo Bandini takes us through this story in intimate first-person, exposing us to his mood swings, his astute observations and his growth as an author and a man.
He slept and woke the next morning and thought of his mother the first time in a while; with the thought, he realized that his mother started her life anew at the Home, she found a new romantic interest Thomas Pérez and made new friends. This he taught, was insulting if he released tears in her memory. He gives up any glimmer of hope, he was content with his end, he just waited for the day, for crowds of spectators that loathe
The author creates a mood of being irritating by her “…awful grandmother…” and brothers “…Alfredito and Enrique…” who are occupied playing outside as “… a B-Fifty-two bomber…” [paragraph 5] and her grandmother with a “… long, long list of relatives … names of the dead and the living into one long prayer…” [paragraph 10]. Including, the imagery provided in the short story described the character’s actions by watching her grandmother pray while she counts her grandmother’s mustache hairs. Later, an unknown lady and man start talking to her brother asking if she could take a picture, than judging by their looks, they assume they do not speak English but only
I felt lost and unable to express myself to others. Just like Ricky, I closed myself off from everyone around me. I wanted to be alone. After her death, I began to wonder: How could this be possible? Why do bad things happen to good people? Why? Similar to Ricky, I tried to make sense of her death. Andrea and Julio were so young, so naive, and full of life. They had a great amount of life yet to live. However, one day I tried to view the situation differently. Andrea was fearless, like Julio. She “dared to disturb the universe” as the novel quotes. She had lived every moment to the fullest –and I began to take comfort in
Ella sat at the table, listening to the rain hit against the roof. It was a comforting sound yet one that reminded her of the terrible isolation and loneliness that she felt. She loved Dorrigo, well at least she though she did, but it sometimes seemed to her that her love was an unrequited love. It was as id Dorrigo was just going through the motions with her; that she was just part of some elaborate game in which Dorrigo must take part. There was a time in which Ella thought that Dorrigo did love her but over time it seemed that they became more and more distant and as if she bored Dorrigo. Slowly his leave became fewer and further between. She knew that something was wrong, but she was not sure if it was him or if it was her. She loved Dorrigo,
It was strange not waking up and not hearing her voice. Ever since they watched the sunrise together, it had been their thing to continue on the tradition everyday. It had been odd to watch it alone because he was so used to seeing her there, hearing her voice, smelling the strong scent of the coconut shampoo she always used, or feeling the soft brushes of her long hair when they would walk together.