Waldon Gerthberth Johnson: A Short Story

When I was about four years old my dad was still working in the military. Then one late afternoon my dad calls a family meeting in the dining room then BOOM he tells us that he got a new job offer and that we’re moving virginia. I didn't really know what that meant cause I was 4 but my sister was devastated Because she had tons of friends at school and at home and she liked it. So we packed our bags and set out to virginia.

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The main idea of the book was believing. Lady Bird Taylor believed in Lyndon Johnson. That's why they got married so soon, because she saw potential and ambition in him. She stood behind her husband in everything he did before and during his presidency. And she never spoke negatively about him to anyone.

William Johnson was a black man who was a barber in Natchez, Mississippi. William Johnson was a slave when he was young. His freedom at eleven years old followed that of his mother Amy and hi. Sister Adelia. After workings an apprentice to his brother-in-law James Miller, Johnson bought the barbershop in 1830 for three hundred dollars and explain trade to free black boys. It was shortly after he established a barber shop in downtown Natchez that he started to keep a diary. The diary was a mainstay in Johnson’s life until he died in 1851.

When we were little, we were raised by both parents and lived in our ranch in Reynosa, Mexico. It had our animals that we cared of. This life was very calm and all of our family came to visit us, we used to make barbecue every weekend, and we got together and had a great time at the ranch. I missed those days where you could party all night and nobody would mess with anybody.

When I turned 5 my mom took me on a trip to someplace strange, I didn’t really know where I was going all I knew was I’d finally get to meet my dad. So after about a week long trip I arrived in Laredo Texas, where we stayed for a week or so before we were driven to Austin. My life completely

William H. Johnson was a successful painter who was born on March 18, 1901 in Florence, South Carolina. Johnson began exploring his level of creativity as a child, and it only amplified from there because he discovered that he wanted to be an artist. After making this discovery he attended the National Academy of Design in New York which is where he met his mentor Charles Webster Hawthorne who had a strong influential impact on Johnson. Once Johnson graduated he moved to Paris where he was exposed to different artists, various artistic abilities, and evolutionary creations. Throughout Johnson’s time in Paris he grew as an artist, and adapted a “folk” style where he used lively colors and flat figures. Johnson used the “folk” style to express the experience of most African-Americans during the years of the 1930s and 1940s.

I was about six years old, in Cancun, Mexico for Spring Break in the Month of March. My family and I were staying at a huge resort filled with many fun things to do.We had been waiting for this family trip for months; I was excited to get out of the cold Minnesota weather and into tropical heat. We were in our hotel room getting ready for dinner with my two sisters, my mom and dad. I felt the heat all over my body, like I had been standing directly in front of the sun, So I went to open the hotel window to feel the cool breeze and to see the ocean view. As I walked to open the window my mom said “Morgan be careful, the wind is so strong if you open the hotel door, close the window because the door will slam shut; but I only thought about myself and I responded with a sassy comment, “Okay Mom.”

I was seven years old and it was in the middle of the summer and I almost got run over by a car. The day was going really good just like any other summer day; I got up, got dressed, ate breakfast, and went outside to play. For breakfast that day we had pancakes that tasted like they were made by angels. Before Chris and I went outside our mom yelled, “Be back by lunch or I’m going to send your dad out there to get you!”

My daughter was three years old when a daycare employee called to inform me that something was wrong and I needed to pick up my inconsolable daughter. I swiftly left work and sped to the daycare. As soon as I walked in, I saw her bright red screaming face and reached out to comfort her fluttering fingers. I held them tight as we walked out of the building, I realized that this was something serious and we were approaching a hurdle in life that nobody could possibly prepare for.

The parents were fed up with our wild animal like behavior and told us to play downstairs in the basement. We all went down the basement and started to playing tag. Therefore, we had to be careful playing because the basement was not finished at the time and had metal studs where the walls are supposed to go and the concrete floors that are now hardwood. When everybody went upstairs because they were as tired as an olympic runner after a meet my Dad came down to fix a light bulb. He used a ladder to fix it so he could reach and when he was done he went upstairs so I was the only one in the basement. I wanted to be like my Dad so I decided to climb the ladder. I was at the top when my foot slipped off the ladder. Somehow I was able to turn my body around and grab onto a pipe to stop myself from falling. I felt the pipe starting to brake so I decided to swing on to the metal stud next to me because I was sure that was going to hold me. When my

At the time, we were living in Johnson’s Corner in a trailer that we rented from the Harold’s. The Harold’s lived just up the old dirt road from us. I can see Mr. Harold coming down the road in his truck to run his hogs that were in the field next to us. My sister Renee had a Chow name Paco and I remember that we had to bring him inside when Mr. Harold rend the hogs. There was an old green car that sat in our yard. Once when we failed to get Paco in before the hogs where bing rend. Mr. Harold had a black boy who helped him. The boy was scared of Paco and Pacp knew this. I remember looking out the door seeing that boy on top of the old green car because Paco had got after him. Not long after that we were coming home one night and found

that!” She opened the door and a big cloud of smoke hit her in the face.

It was the summer of ’95 and one day I woke up and felt really sick. I lived alone ever since the passing of my dear husband, John, since I lived alone I needed someone to take care of me just in case something really horrible went wrong! Well anyway, I had called my daughter that morning and she sent little red riding hood on an adventure to get to my house to spend the night. About 45 minutes later I heard a loud knock on the door, being the curious

My mom was on an important phone call and my brother began to wail. Screaming so loud you would have thought he was injured. Being the huge help I tried to be, I went to rock the basinet. He still was not content, wanting up. My mom came to get him allowing me to sit on the couch and hold him. I ask my mom if he could have my last red jellybean, not realizing in my five year old mind