Summary Of Mcbride's 'Return Of The Blue Ghoul'

I finish getting dressed in black leggings and, a long black tank that has the word death written in red. I walk downstairs and, into the kitchen. I smell something delicious. “What are we having.” I ask. “Venison, asparagus, and french fries. Your favorite.” Mrs. Moore

In the book The Color of Water, the author, James McBride not only takes us through his own journey, but also gives us a perspective on the life of his mother, Ruth. James’ admiration for his mom reflects throughout the story while showing the readers the growth and development her character experienced as she went through life. Ruth McBride-Jordan endured many heartbreaking hardships throughout her life, but nevertheless, had an innumerable amount of cheerful and zestful moments. She grew to be a remarkable woman; however, it was a long journey before she became that woman. Separating from her family, and leaving the South was one of the hardest choices she ever made, yet it was best for her, in order to move on and adjust her future for the better. A main factor in Ruth’s life prosperity was her first husband, Andrew Dennis McBride, who taught her many important things and, in a sense, changed her entire lifestyle and outlook on the world. The last large impression that altered her life immensely in a way that led her character to mature, was the death of her beloved “Dennis”. These elements all highlight a point in this woman’s life that caused a development in her personality.

She knew if she could cross the River, her chances of escape would be greatly increased. Trying to find shelter from the cold, she decided to take her chances with her son, and explore a nearby cabin, where she was provided with somewhere to live and food by a sympathetic White man. After being there for a while she heard the noise of dogs, she knew that they were coming after her and her little boy. She grabbed her child and ran to the river, with the dogs and slave catchers close behind, in desperation and anticipatory,she went onto the broken ice and jumped from iceberg, to iceberg until she reached the other side. Out of nowhere came a hand that pulled her up from the freezing water. The helping hand was Chance Shaw, one of the Ohio Patrol Officers. Chance Shaw helped her to her feet stating, "any woman who crossed that river carrying her baby has won her freedom." He then showed her to the residence of John

James McBride's mother was a very sweet and honest woman, but she never talked about her past. When James would ask where her parents were she would always avoid the question. She had troubles with her parents in the past and left home. During the time James was growing up, mixed children weren't

In chapter 22 James McBride was searching for the synagogue his family went to before his mother had left to New York. James had met the rabbi of that synagogue but he only gave James very small information about his mother's family so he hadn't really been much help to figuring out his family roots (Mcbride 222). James relly needed help trying to figure out his family roots so he decided to speak to the man whose father had owned the Shilsky's old shop when after they had departed from the town Suffolk. The man who was giving the information to James was named Aubrey Rubenstein and his father owned the store after the Shilsky’s. James had thought it was possible that his mother’s sister Dee-Dee but he had assumed that him meeting her would

Standing at the top of the stairs, the savory scent of baking biscuits drifted up from the kitchen below. She could understand why Fiona’s traveling salesman always picked this room. The luscious aroma filled the house with mouth-watering delight. The growling of her stomach led her to the dining room where she slid into a chair at an already empty table.

Instead of your heavy winter coat, you decide on a raincoat and boots for the upcoming rain. With the wet dirt and uncovered tree’s, earthly smells enclose your senses. Seeing the newly grown grass. Hearing the birds chirp after returning back to their homes. Critters have just begun to come out of hibernation and everything starts to become the active beaten path you used to know. As the clouds start to disappear and the sun comes out of hiding, trees and plants start to bloom with new life with the vibrant colors of summer. Leaving behind the pastel colors of spring, summer brings noisy vibrant colors to life. The animals wake and scamper across the cement pathway while the flowers open to the morning rays. Different smells meet you halfway to fill your nose with aromas that have not been discovered since last

From my room,I had smelt and sensed that rain was about to  arrive and had scurried outside before the drops commenced.Sweet anticipation formed inside as I awaited the blissful raindrops to pelt me on my face and body.The wind rose higher and grew frighteningly violent,swirling throwing rocks and gravel into the air.The thin

James McBride meets Aubrey Rubenstein out of the blue. James randomly walks into his office and introduces himself as Rachel's son; he explains he is writing a book about his family and he needs more information about his grandparents and his mother's siblings. “When I walked into his office and explained who I was, he looked at me a long time, long time. He didn't smile. He didn't Frown.”(McBride 223). Aubrey was trying to recall who he was. This was a complete surprise for Aubrey; to finally hear about another jew in Suffolk, especially one about an old friend. James gives Aubrey a tape recorder in which Aubrey says a message to Rachel. As James promises to come back in a couple months, he never does. He decides to come back ten years later,

Charlie nodded in understanding. “Of course. In the meantime, however, I’m going to need dinner and beds arranged for my people. The large dining room in the hall would be perfect,” Charlie informed him as he looked over her group with distaste.

When we arrived at Miss McBride’s an hour later, the coffee was brewing and places were set for us at the table with her fine bone china, the antique silver from a chest in the dining room, and linen napkins the color of snow.

Strutting through the familiar, gate worn by time, I spread my arms, taking in the saccharine aroma of the fresh grass. The remaining glimmers of the sun glisten on every blade that peeks through the moist soil, composing a sea of sparkling beauty, only comparable to a poem. The meadow is breathtaking this evening, as the sun sets behind the trees in the distance, leaving a glow of pinks, peaches, ambers, and crimsons behind as if a bowl of fruit had exploded in the sky.

The country girl watched the young man by the name of Alfred Burton III skid across its slick deck within arm’s reach. She grabbed onto his jacket’s collar, almost losing her grip on the rope. She pulled him against her, yelled in the

When Ian was 11 or 12 years old, he was mowing the ditch bank by his family’s house in Graytown. His uncle Tait, who lives two miles down the road from Ferd, pulled his truck over, switched the emergency brake on, got out of the truck and jumped Ian.

The sunset was not spectacular that day. The vivid ruby and tangerine streaks that so often caressed the blue brow of the sky were sleeping, hidden behind the heavy mists. There are some days when the sunlight seems to dance, to weave and frolic with tongues of fire between the blades of grass. Not on that day. That evening, the yellow light was sickly. It diffused softly through the gray curtains with a shrouded light that just failed to illuminate. High up in the treetops, the leaves swayed, but on the ground, the grass was silent, limp and unmoving. The sun set and the earth waited.