The Cottonwood Tree My yard was full of all varieties of vegetation, but the most hated flora was the giant cottonwood tree that towered 100 feet away from the back of my house, and dandelions. The massive tree was lovely in my young eyes, but gave my mom the gift of extreme seasonal allergies. My father, being the type of husband that would bend over backwards for my mother, wanted to cut it down himself. He wanted to kill it. because that gosh darn tree hurt his beloved wife. With some negotiating my mom finally persuaded my dad to leave the job of cutting down the tree to the professionals. When the tree was finally fell it nearly spread across my whole yard width wise. The cottonwood became the common passage to cross my thorn ridden yard to get to the creek. On a warm summer day in the year 2009, not long after the tree fell, I enjoyed a seemingly normal day. As a nine year old I spent most of my days playing outside with my cousins, Sam and Nathan. Sam 's the same age as me, but I was taller even though I 'm a girl, whereas Nathan is four years younger and at the time of the incident he was only five. As we ran to the back of the house to reach the bridge passage to the creek, our smiles spread joy to the large dogs that followed beside us. We reached the trunk of the tree and looked across, it was long walk for our short legs. The dogs cross first, or else they will barrel us down with excitement. Following the dogs goes Sam, ladies first I guess. As he took his
As with all things, the history of an event does not begin at its conception. With this in mind, it is my intention to provide the reader with a general history of events that led to the formation of the Nicolet National Forest of northern Wisconsin. In order to do so, I found it necessary to begin with the early explorations of such notables as James Cartier, Samuel de Champlain, and Jean Nicolet. These French explorers blazed a path that enabled the settling of the territories now know as Wisconsin. Men like them embodied the new era of exploration that was gripping the European nations with the quest for empire, trade, and the advancement of Christianity, leading the way.
(AGG) The main point of the book, Under the Persimmon Tree by Suzanne Fisher Staples, is to show the effect that loss can have on an average person, like you and me. (BS-1) When Nusrat had lost her beloved sister, she felt lost, and like she did not belong. (BS-2) Since her sister tragically died, helping children in need has helped Nusrat cope as she has been on a constraint search for the “why” that she felt she so needed to find. (BS-3) Her husband’s death has showed Nusrat her real self and that she must honor her husband and make amends for her mistakes in the past. (TS) The experiences and obstacles that Nusrat has within this book, are related to all of the loss that she has encountered in her life, changing her.
In the book, The Place of Stunted Ironwood Trees, by Dr. David P. Crandall, the Himba's world structure is manifested through detailed information of their ideals and their social world, where the reader can truly see their lives. These ideals and cultural background that the Himba have explain and define their families and marriages, structure of government and politics, religion and spiritual life, and their place in the social structure. Himba just like any societies have expectations and social norms that they are used to. The author uses individuals and their actions to describe the collective imaginary world that the Himba live and are accustomed to. The ideals and beliefs of the Himba, relating to their
An American classic is a novel that has beautiful language, complex characters that change throughout the novel and is timeless. A Tree Grows in Brooklyn does just that. Betty Smith, author of A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, wrote this novel about a young girl’s coming of age during the early 1900’s. Smith wanted to publish a novel that showed the American Dream and the struggles of being poor in America. A Tree Grows in Brooklyn is considered an American classic because of its connection to the American Dream, how the hardships of being poor prevented attaining that dream and the impact of Francie being a woman with the injustices she faced.
We are headed to Pine Log, my great-uncle's hunting camp. Three hours and many windy roads later, we finally arrive. It is a bitterly cold and foggy day. I step out the car, and look out at the wilderness. The 850 acre property seems to go on forever. I look to my left and see seventeen of my cousins racing towards us. They embrace us with the warmest hugs they could give. The warmth brings
James is completely alone on the open road. Everyone in his life is gone: his parents, wife, and siblings. He picks up a picture of Thomas, his brother and best friend, admiring his curly hair and warm smile and bright eyes. Near him, James felt like a kid, like a dog ready to play with its friends. Five years ago, Thomas walked home from the supermarket when a flashy car exploded out of the corner and knocked him over, never getting him on his feet again. A part of James also never got back up that day, or any day after the incident for
“War. War never changes,” Is a water downed quote from Einstein which is a very true
The GIAHS in the Kunisaki Peninsula Usa area is a system where forestry and agricultural production are made possible and are sustained by the connected system of Sawtooth Oak forests and multiple interlinked irrigation ponds.
(AGG) In every person’s life, the events that occur around them affect and change their character and personality. (BS-1) In Under The Persimmon Tree Najmah is changed by the loss of her father and brother, which is something that happens in real life. (BS-2) Similarly, a rule that the Taliban have created causes Najmah to become an almost entirely new person when traveling to Peshawar. (BS-3) Nusrat is also affected by real life laws and events when she is forced to think about her parents and New York because she would not be allowed to live in Pakistan as a single woman. (TS) Many character developments and conflicts in Under the Persimmon Tree are based in real life events that occur because the Taliban treat women poorly.
Snow Falling on Cedars, a novel written by David Guterson, depicts the struggles that many Japanese-Americans faced in our country throughout World War II. Though the events and characters in this novel are fictional, the manor in which they were treated was not. Ever since the tragedy of December 7, the bombing of Pearl Harbor, Japanese people throughout the United States were seen as traitors through the eyes of Americans. Every Japanese, whether or not they were a natural born citizen or an illegal alien, were all treated as a possible threat to the safety and well being of the United States. Kabuo Miyamoto, the Japanese American put on trial for murder, had endure this harsh reality of
Within the small, hallow space between Greed and Sloth, Discontent lies, dormant and unrecognized. They prey upon those weary, malcontented souls who have nought to do but ruminate upon what they do not have, rather than upon the great many things they do. And in a decrepit shack in the Evergreens, Discontent lures those who would decide to feed off its disquieting presence. They first hear the sounds of a fire roaring, burning, consuming. Then, they will feel their arms and legs grow heavy and weak, straining for every modicum of movement. Finally, they will see their greatest desire, whether it be power, or wealth, or affection, just beyond the line of trees, and they will be helpless to resist the thrall. They will travel for miles and
A painful groan sounded from somewhere unseen in the starlight, and I cautiously approached the trees to my left. I then remembered there had been a sharp crack, like a branch breaking in a spring storm. Emma was lying on the ground on top of what used to be a low wooden fence, the blackened soles of her feet facing me. The first thing that came to mind in that moment was that she had the dirtiest feet I had ever seen, and for some reason this bothered me more than the fact that she had broken what was probably national property. She grasped my sweaty palms in hers and heaved herself up, remarkable unscathed from her tumble. I suppose she was hurting a lot more than she could currently process. The pieces of fence, slick with humidity, lay splintered at our feet. Paler wood that had been freshly exposed with the break, stared at us accusingly. Without a word we continued onto the path that cut through to her
(AGG) Having a traumatic experience can put somebody through a whirlpool of emotions, usually changing physicality or mentality. (BS-1) In “Under the Persimmon Tree”, Najmah constantly worries about her father and brother, scared about what will happen to them. (BS-2) She is sacrificing pieces of her life to be able to finish her journey in finding her brother and father.
The Giving Tree is a modern children literature written by Shel Silverstein, which is also one of his first successful piece of work. It is about an apple tree who always gives and gives and a boy who always takes and takes. This might be another story to read before bed times for the kids but however, it portrays so many things, from deforestation to modern society. Personally, I believe that The Giving Tree portrays the theme of selflessness versus selfishness, like the unconditional love a parent has for his or her child.
The time was 8:34 p.m. on a warm night Halloween night. The strong winds swayed the trees back and forth violently and the moon wasn’t out. It was clearly not typical to have this kind of weather in Maycomb this time of year. You can hear the animals make their noises as they prepare for nightfall. Scout and I were heading back home from the pageant at the high school. We walked through the bushes and trees until Scout stops us. She said that she had left her shoes and I told her to get them tomorrow. As we continued on our journey home, I had heard something in the woods. I wasn’t quite sure what it was exactly at first but I assumed it was Cecil since he was the one to try to scare us earlier that night. We continued to walk home. Suddenly,