The Gate Is Like A Dream

Living across the street from my Papa Gene, I found myself spending every summer day in his humongous- or so my eight year old self thought- pool, treating myself. I was always the kid that thought my grandparents were a God-sent gift to me and I was the luckiest girl in the world. I can still recall the the taste of the orange creamsicle popsicles my grandma would place in a cup outside and let melt before I drank them because she knew that was my favorite way to eat them. I definitely spent the sweetest of summers at that small house with the huge pool. While many childhood memories were made at my grandparent’s house, the one picture that will burn in my head until the end of time will be the one

On Sunday, I was playing in the yard after church like always with Abigail and Elizabeth, my two closest friends. Abigail was always first to grow cold and beg to go in, which we always complied. We first pulled off our heavy down coats to hang, then we cleaned up our shoes so we wouldn’t track water in the house. Elizabeth and

Most of my childhood memories took place in the home that I remember best, the red house on Hawthorne Street, in Portland, Oregon. The house was three stories of endless adventure, with a great big backyard for any little girl's imagination to run wild. In fact, I spent so much time outside that I barely remember the house at all. Also, for some reason, my fondest memories took place during the summer while I lived there. I remember riding my tricycle on the sidewalk with the two twin boys across the street, and sharing my dolls with the little girl who lived in the yellow bungalow three houses down from mine. But, the memory that sticks out most is our forth of July block party.

This house was the best as a child it had a long drive way and big field of green grass and cows. I grew a big connection to my childhood house like roots to a tree. It was a little down the road from Mt.Peak and I would always going hiking because it was enjoying for me to be with nature. I remember elementary school and seeing the same faces in some of my classes tell this day. I met my best friend in kindergarten and I’m still really good friends. Growing up in a small town there was always the same faces and same people working at the local grocery store, it takes around a minute to walk through town, most of the time you can take a bike to your friend’s house, walking to school wasn’t that hard because it’s not far and of course the same old smell of

We are in the car hearing the tires move and jump, it’s just me, my mom, my dad, and my two brothers in the car. I’m listening to my music and I see my mom and dad talking. I also see my older brother falling asleep and my younger brother watching his show on our ipad. When we finally get there we are all a little tired but we don’t want to waste anytime, so we drove up to our beach house and it is huge and beautiful. It even has a kitchen.

I was excited for this weekend to be in new my lake house with my parents. My dad recently got a really good job so he surprised us with this huge cabin. We have a quiet but pleasant bonfire, now its time for bed. I’m still kind of creeped out since this house is dark and pretty isolated but I don’t think of it, and head for bed. My mom tucks me in which you might think is weird, but I love her. She gives me a kiss on the cheek grabs my cat Rosie from my chest, and closes the door. I play on my phone until it dies, put it on the charger, then I completely go out cold.

Now Allison’s grandparents also said she could have one friend over to South Haven, Michigan, and come stay up over the weekend! So I gleefully said YES! When we were at the beach I just heard the sound of waves clashing, wishing I could live here and not in Illinois, but the sunsent perfectly clashing with birds flying in the sky making noise. I felt so glad to hear and smell everything. I smelled food at the food court. It smelled so good! Volleyball, musical.ly, beach, sunsets, walk on the beach, lighthouse, played games, out to eat, shopped downtown South Haven….that was what we did in South Haven together! When we did the musical.ly we did one where you do this for the blind people to support them. So what we did was you have a handkerchief over your face and do tricks, so what we did was a water bottle flipping, spikeball, and volleyball. It was all blindfolded so we couldn’t see! So I had so much fun up in Michigan with

On June 2nd 2017 I left for my new home, 5940 Golden Drive Chicago. That day I jumped in my parents car with my two siblings and he headed to our soon to be home for a long 5 hour drive. On our way we took many stops and many naps however once my family and I reached our destination I was in awe. I could not believe my eyes, our new house was so cute! It was white with a wrap around porch! When I walked in I already felt at home, it was decorated for fall with warm tones and smelt like pumpkin pie was just made. I immediately went upstairs looking for my bedroom, I just couldn't help myself. As soon as I found my room, many ideas for decorating came running through my head. I was so excited to move all of my furniture into my room making this

It may seem late but this is when we got our food. My father went out in our neighborhood, as camouflaged as possible, to get whatever vegetable scraps he could from the privileged people’s gardens. With the scraps, mother would make soup. The soup was made from water, salt, scraps, and chicken bones for flavor if we were lucky. I remember the steam dancing on the pot under the very dim kitchen lamp. The soup was honestly terrible but it was all we had. Despite the bland taste of the soup, my mother would always present our dinner with pride, knowing that she has done the best that she could. It was the same view each night. My mother presenting the soup, with a look that was a perfect mix of worrisome and affectionate. We found that look comforting as children. My father wore his anxiety on his face in wrinkles and a permanent frown on his lips, but he would force a smile once in a blue moon. My brother was always lighthearted and he provided all of us with joy and hope. This was my life, and that’s what I expected the rest of my life to

So finally we reach my grandma’s house after a nine hour car ride with two slobbery dogs, two grouchy teens, and one fed up aunt. When we got out of the car there were millions of endless hugs and kisses, and you can’t forget about the “How are you? I missed you so much”es. But I’ve been sweating like a pig for way too any hours and all I could think about was how cold that pool would be when I plop into it. After cooling down we had family time and managed to stay up till the crack of dawn late instead of taking our behinds to bed. The next day my New York family flew down, but they were way too tired to take on the adventures the next day would bring us.

The warm Florida heat beats my shoulders, and sweat drips down my spine. Large touristgroups gather together blocking the street, and their constant buzzing noise bombards my ears.As I take in the families swarming the sides of the streets, a rush of impatience shoots up myspine. The fragrance of kettlecorn wafted down the street. Flavorless saliva fills my mouth, andmy eyes devour the passing cart. Cameras flash at the families dolled up for a memorable familyphoto. A miraculous moment under the shade beckons my presence; however, a different gravitypulls me away. My eyes make contact with the looming iron gates welcoming me to the entranceof the mundane path, and there the cobblestone street splits off, curving its way through thegates. My

When we arrived at my grandparents, the house, like always left me speechless. A tall three story house with roses and poppies arising from the lawn, chickens softly peeping and succulent fruiting trees. The smell of the house reminded me of the summers, I used

The gate shows that there is a need to be modern and to attempt new things. Without attempting to be modern; new history could not be created. The then modern gate, is now an icon to the Harvard community allowing us to easily identify the main entrance into Harvard Yard. The cultural dynamic of Harvard was challenged when the idea of simplicity was rejected and the drive to become modern took over. Appreciating and understanding the roots of Harvard’s founding was important, but the need to create new history and to adapt to the changing times was also salient. The Gate modified the cultural dynamic of Harvard by challenging the simplicity of architecture that was seen before the gates

I cherished every day with my grandfather, considering i would not visit him until the following summer. Nothing ever compared to the sight of glistening sun kissed waters on our early morning walks down to the beach or our daily swims through the crystal clear ocean. My grandfather introduced me to visitors from all around the world, and they returned each year to Apella in order to see my grandfather again. At the end of a long day, I always looked forward to the home cooked meal my grandmother prepared using fresh ingredients from our farm. We would dine on freshly grilled fish along with roasted lamb as the sun gradually began to sink into the

My grandmother’s house has a very special place in my heart. As the family has gotten older and we have all had our own children we do not visit as we should. I visited with my grandmother many times when I was little. Her house always seemed to have something about it that set it apart from all the rest. As you walk into the back door of her house you would notice a long, narrow kitchen that led into the main living and dining room of her house. The smell of food home cooked food was quite evident. Grandmother cooked every day and always cooked big meals on holidays for the family.