I was on my way out of the house heading for school. I grabbed my coat, my backpack, and my sketchbook. The roads were busy I was walking today, I started to open the door the cold breeze biting my nose and glazing my eyes with water. Then mama had coughed so loud the air trembled with shock. She’d been coughing and wheezing since September. I thought it was because of Roxy she’s my secret, but mama doesn’t have allergies.
In the 1950’s through the 1960’s women were not respected in there everyday lives, in the job field or in general. They did not have the rights they deserved, so during this time the “women’s movement” began. Women fought for their rights and fought for the self-respect that they thought
Marlorana cheerfully sang while swinging, she stopped. “Okay. Here I come, Granny.” She went running at full speed and stopped right next to where Missy was seated. “Here I am granny.”
Red Fern South Dakota has always been a quiet town, where only the trees made a sound when the wind blew, and when the dogs barked when someone drove by. A girl about five years old by the name of Jordan grew up on a little farm two miles
It was taking a long time to find the right address because the GPS had taken us to the wrong house. We pulled into the driveway and typed it in again. Mom was so tired that she kept dozing off as well, so Callie was in charge of keeping her awake. Every time she’d tap on her shoulder, Mom would say something along the lines of, “I know, I know! We are almost there.” It was around one in the morning when we arrived at grandpa’s house.
“I'm going to tell Grandfather, right now!” Painted Girl yelled at Sarah. “And you,” she said, turning on John. “You are no better than her! You're supposed to be working, not… frolicking with everyone! What will Grandfather think when he finds out what you've been doing to his granddaughter? What will Richard think? He’d fire you for this, friend or not.”
Mrs. Cade was waiting on the porch for Johnny. “Stupid hoodlum out late again.” She thought to herself. She took another drink from her whiskey bottle and stared at Johnny. “Where you been boy?” She asked drunkenly. I sighed at looked at her. “At the movies mother.” I mumbled twiddling with my fingers. Mrs. Cade grabbed a broom and hit him on top of the head with it. “Get in the house and straight to your room.”
I didn't like my own mother talk to me like that. "I won't." "So, we have a deal?" I sighed. "Fine, whatever, two months." She drove up to the school. There was a horse statue standing right in front of the school, a group of girls were there hanging out. I moaned, already people I had to face.
What are you-all up too?” “Nothing much.” Simone and David walked in. “How’s Angelica?” ask David. “She’s sleeping.” said Marie. “I’m going to go and peep in.” said Simone. “She went to Angelicas room, walked in. Angelica was watching television. “Hey sleepy head, you’re woke.” “Hey Simone, Where’s David?” “He’s up front talking to Momma and Aunt Lori.” “How long you been here?” ask Angelica. “I just got here, Angelica, Momma told me that you’ve been having headaches, Are you okay?” “Yeah, I’m fine, the pain pills Mom gives me, stops it.” “You know I love you right.” “I know, Simone, Is it true?” “Is what true?” “I seen the news this morning, Is Brittany dead?” “Uh-.” “Simone, please, tell me, Is she dead?” Simone sat down next to Angelica.
“Borden!” the officer shouted, her mother came into focus. She stood up quickly as soon as her mother made eye contact with her, an instant smile appeared on her mother’s face. Sadly, the same could not be said about her. Instead she looked frightened, perhaps, at least that was what she felt. It was
My mama looked up at her and was quickly taken aback by the woman’s appearance and boorish nature. I thought I had even heard her gasp quietly before saying to me in a low tone, “Oh, dear… Who is that?”
I can hear the children making a ruckus in the backyard, and the wind whistling through the trees. On this hot, summer, Sunday afternoon and John Jr. and Loretta are playing with all of their toys, while their father sits on the porch and enjoys his snuff. My eyes peer across the room to see him, my husband, through the windows as I walk to take my seat next to him on the porch where I will finish today’s stitching. Loretta is turning six next month, so I am making her a cross stitch pattern on a special blanket John Thomas bought her last week when he was in the city. The surprise must be well reserved, so I hide it when she comes near. “Mama!” calls John Jr. “When’s Granmama comin’? I’m already gettin’ hungry.”
Riding the bus home to my grandma’s house. I looked through the papers that Mrs. Garcia had given me. Being cut off from my thoughts by loud and rambunctious crowd of rude children, the bus stopped. “Oh crap, I’m at the bus stop!” I thought. Hurryingly, I shoved all the papers back into my book bag, grabbed my jacket and purse, and bailed off the bus. “Whew, that was too close!” I thought.
“Ohhh, ok,” I reply eagerly. “Now where was I?” she asks herself, “Ohh right, he put his intimidating face on. ‘Well,’ He drags out ‘Young man what are you doing here?’ Daddy asks him. ‘Well, sir I am here to take Bernice on a date.’ Your grandfather replies. I run past my father and kiss him on the cheek and say ‘Bye Daddy, I will be home by curfew!’ While running out the door, your grandfather and I had such a pleasant night, on our way back we ducked into the hall and necked…”
My mama, then walked up to me somewhat tentatively. Her arms crossed over her chest holding herself as if she was nervous about looking at the photographs. She stood beside me as we both gazed upon the pictures that were all over the room. I then pointed out again to her the woman to whom I had referred.